I’ve been thinking more about the buzz I got from Sunday, from being out and about with hardly anything beneath my coat. It’s not just being half-naked that gives me a thrill, it’s the thought that I might be caught at any moment and there’s nothing I can do about it. I wonder if that’s how I push myself to being a bit more adventurous; to get myself into a situation with no way to back out of it.

The problem is a) I’d be mortified if anyone I knew found out and b) I’m a coward. Oh and c) if I try it in a work environment and it goes wrong then I could be in big trouble. So my first visit to the PR company tomorrow is not the time to experiment! (Too much…)

The Pilates teacher told me today that I was coming along really well. Now I wonder if I’m going to have another dream about her… That wouldn’t be a bad thing.

It was still warmer than usual outside so I went for the jacket, skirt and knee-high boots look for my visit to the start-up again – with no blouse underneath. But I did wear a nice pair of underwear. I think it might be their favourite, judging by how helpful all the boys are all day.

And then one of them asked me near the end of the day if I was free after work. It was so sweet as he was so bad at it, and I said I was meeting someone and hoped he get my meaning. I guess it’s easier to get out of these things with a boyfriend to use as an excuse. (Yes! I’ve decided I actually do have a boyfriend!)

I was feeling so sexy by the end of the say that I went into the toilets and slipped the underwear off and travelled home in my suit jacket and skirt. Okay, I had a coat on too, but I still felt pretty daring. The jacket was a bit rough on my nipples, though. I was about to take it off as soon as I got home and then caught sight of myself in the mirror just as I had it unbuttoned down the middle. Modesty aside, it was a very hot look. I almost took a photo to send to Kieran but I thought he might think I was desperate for sex (which was true) and I didn’t want to be too available, if you know what I mean. Maybe you don’t.

Still, I was disappointed he didn’t send me a text tonight. But I wasn’t going to send him one first, so as I’m about to go to bed I’m feeling a bit frustrated.

Brian said we got the new work! So I start on Thursday, just for a half day. It won’t be as much fun as the Tuesday start-up, but it’s nice to be out of the office – and nice to have a bit more responsibility.

I wore trousers and a blouse to work today and had a bit of a flirt with Matthew, then on the way home there was a guy on the tube who was kind of cute so I did my best to flash a bit of chest his way under the pretence of scratching my neck. I was feeling pretty damn attractive by the time I got home, I have to say.

I didn’t get to have a run this morning (okay, I just didn’t get up early enough) so I went after work, and this led to a pretty hot exchange of messages with Kieran:

So I said I’d send him a photo and he went quiet… and I took a picture of my photo. I mean, I was really sitting on the edge of my bed naked and with a towel around my head, but I wasn’t quite ready to send him a head-to-toe photo. Not yet! Although it was tempting…

I stood in front of the mirror and – you know what? – this Pilates and running is starting to do some good.

We ended up swapping flirty messages for the rest of the night, but it’s all a bit long and probably not that interesting for anyone else. Needless to say I was masturbating by bedtime, and I wondered if Kieran did too. Such a waste if so.

After yesterday’s “back to normal” day I realised I had better try something different, and the weather was better than it had been recently so… I put on my new underwear, a long pair of boots, and the biggest coat I own and went for a walk. It felt so sexy, and I couldn’t get enough of it. I was looking at everyone I passed, daring them to work out how little I was wearing. Of course no-one could, so I went to a coffee shop and almost on automatic pilot started to unbutton my coat! I stopped myself just in time but got a very funny look from the barista as I sat down so quickly.

It’s so addictive, that feeling; the rush from taking a risk of being exposed, although in reality I was in control all the time. Or at least I thought I was, and then I came over all naughty. I went into the coffee shop toilets, took off my knickers and stuffed them into my coat pocket, and walked home in just coat and bra! I don’t know why I didn’t dare take the bra off as well as I had the coat buttoned up tightly the whole time.

Although a nice day, it’s still January and not exactly warm, and that’s probably the only thing that stopped me from being as randy as anything the whole time, because it was a bit nippy “up there”. I hadn’t set the heating timer either so it was quite cool when I got home too, and it was a bit disappointing to have to get dressed as soon as I came in.