Kieran seemed to like my dress! Or at least he seemed to like getting me out of it when we got home. The buttons took him ages, but it was a good way of making him wait and savouring being undressed even more. I haven’t worn anything since last night now, but soon I’m going to have to get dressed to go to Ha’s.

Kieran’s in the shower at the moment and I don’t know what to wear. He suggested I didn’t need anything at all, but I’m not ready for that. I don’t want Ha and Lily to think I’m even weirder than they already do. (Is that even possible?)

I think I’ll wear a nice dress, which leaves my options open. But I’ve already worn far too much underwear this week, so it’s going to be dress, coat and shoes. I know the boots and long socks turn Kieran on but the running has toned my legs up and it’s only just getting warm enough to show them off properly.

I’m meeting Kieran after work so this is being written at lunchtime. I would have gone out with the girls but I’ve got far too much to do, now that I’m important and everything (I wish).

It was difficult to work out what to wear today. It was raining, and I’m seeing Kieran tonight, but I’m in the office so I have to be a bit more conservative than I’d like. I went for calf boots and a dress, because I don’t wear enough dresses in the office. Both Helen and Jo said I looked nice, so I count it as a success. I had a cardigan over the top, but it’s still warm at my desk so that was ditched. To warm up for Kieran I’ve been flirting with Matthew a bit, even asking him how his wedding planning is going.

I didn’t want to wear out the boots too quickly, and it rained quite a lot today, so I ended up wearing calf boots and tights and a skirt, but I went for something a bit more transparent than I’d dared with them before, but with a bra underneath. That’s two days in a row that I’ve worn underwear!

When I got back to the office I got called into a meeting with Brian, and I had a terrible feeling that it was either a) Jo is leaving, or something bad like that is happening or b) stop flashing your boobs at everyone.

It was neither, and it was great news. A couple of people I’d met at the start-up’s party had gotten in touch with the company about using us to do their books, and they wanted to set up meetings with me. My stomach churned, but Brian said he’d come with me, or Jo would because we seemed to work well together. Obviously, I’d be showing my face but they’d be doing the talking, but I was grinning from ear-to-ear when I came out so Ha had to ask me what was going on. She seemed actually pleased on my behalf, because she’s not the jealous harpy that I would be if positions were reversed.

Ha invited me and Kieran round for Saturday night. She said she hopes we’ll carry on where things left off before, and it doesn’t take a genius to work out what she’s implying. I’m not sure I’d have the courage to turn up nearly naked at her and Lily’s place, though. The idea is intriguing all the same.

I popped in to see Jo today and tried to joke with her about the Internet dating. She said she hadn’t really looked at anything for a few days, but she really had to dig herself out of this hole she’s in. I hope she does.

Then the day was capped off by the regular Pilates session. My stomach is getting firmer by the week, and I’m feeling so much better about my body now. Soon it’ll be ready for the world to see! Lol.

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.