Even though it was still windy and showery today I decided to give the boots a run out and wore them to the start-up, along with the new jumper dress. They didn’t quite meet and Rob kept on glancing at the inch and a half of thigh that was showing, and I wasn’t short of offers for company at lunchtime either. (Although I only went and got a sandwich.)
The naked weekend had worn off already so I was feeling pretty sexy by the time I got home. I ended up stripping the dress off and sitting at my computer reading erotic stories on the Internet, and then there was a knock at the door. I put a dressing gown on (with the boots still underneath) and shouldn’t really have been surprised by the girl from across the road who’d come to collect her parcel from the other day. She looked down at my boots, but it was obvious I had nothing else on under the dressing gown, and I could see a million questions going through her head. I just smiled and handed her the package and she said it was nice to actually say hello to a neighbour and maybe we should do something sometime. I don’t know if she meant it, but when I got back to my computer it didn’t take me long to get back into things. I think any time I wear these boots I’m only ever five minutes from an orgasm anyway.