I felt guilty about barely thinking about Jo all weekend, and she still looked pretty bad today, although not as bad as last week. She forced a bit of a smile when she saw me so that was something.
The nice weather had also passed and it was pretty windy today, so I actually wore trousers to the office. It was almost like I was some kind of normal person or something! I guess after spending half the weekend naked I’d gotten my fill for now.
“The best way to strip a guy naked in public? Start that way yourself!”
Saturday’s visit started if with an unexpected treat. Kieran was due over, so just as I said I’d do I’d stripped off ready. I opened the door wide to let him in… but it wasn’t Kieran! It was an Amazon delivery guy with something for next door, and you should have seen the look on his face. I hid behind the door but took the parcel anyway, and then giggled myself sick in the hallway. It was a lot of fun, and I think I put this down as the first stranger to see me naked! If he counts as a stranger, because I’ve seen him before. But I don’t know his name or anything.
I didn’t tell Kieran about it because although I think I’d like it if he was a bit jealous he might think it was a bit weird. (I guess it is a bit weird, but I’m starting not to care.)
Well of course we had sex pretty soon after he came in, and that meant I was free to stay naked without him bothering me for the rest of the evening while we made dinner and ate, and it was almost like it was normal for me to be in the nude while we just lived together like a regular couple.
Sometime the next morning Kieran asked me if I realised that since he’d gotten here yesterday I hadn’t worn a single thing the whole time, and it made me giggle and I was a bit embarrassed. I said I thought he liked it, and he said he did, but only if I liked it. I said I liked it a lot and didn’t I say to him that I’d stay naked the whole time if he wanted me to. He said that would be great but it might be awkward if friends came over, unless they were Ha and Lily, and I slapped him on the arm but said I’m sure other friends would appreciate it too. He said he had lots of friends who would but he wasn’t sure he’d trust them with me. It made me really hot and we started to have sex in the front room again.
At some point he looked up and said “uh-oh, I think the neighbours can see us” and rolled off me and onto his, but there was no way I was stopping there so I rolled on top of him and I know for a fact they could see me, boobs flapping around as I rocked back and forth! It’s amazing the things you can do when you’re turned on, because as soon as we finished I was as embarrassed as anything and just lay on his chest listening to his breathing slowing again. I don’t know if the neighbours carried on watching because I couldn’t see them as I came, but just the thought that they might be peeking, hidden out of sight, made it more intense.
We made dinner again and I finally waved Kieran out of the door in the evening, still naked, and this time a woman definitely appeared at the window opposite and saw me standing there in the light! I looked right into their eyes and then blew a kiss to Kieran as he closed the gate. They probably think there’s something really dodgy going on here. Maybe there is.
Kieran’s coming over later! And I just went shopping to buy some more summery clothes, even if it isn’t anywhere near summer yet. Like a lovely cotton dress with buttons down the front and some thinner tops and blouses. Plus a dark grey jumper dress like the one Ellie (at the PR place) wore, because I liked it and it was reduced because it’s not winter any more.
I’m undecided about whether to wear the boots and open the door in nothing but those, or just wear nothing at all and surprise him, or maybe wear far too much and make him take it all off… as long as I end up naked I’ll be happy, but I don’t want him to get bored with the same routine all the same. But maybe I should put a rug down in the hallway because that carpet can burn a bit if things get too vigorous!
I’m tending towards just being nude when he gets here and surprising him when I open the door.
“The worst thing about losing the strip game was the walk through the dormitory afterwards.”
“A photo of you, naked, chained to a lamppost.” Those were the message’s exact words.
Angela’s self-restraint dares had become more adventurous as my week-long work trip ran on. It was agony being away from her for so long, but sheer ecstasy following her instructions each day.
I checked that the camera tripod on the balcony edge hadn’t moved in the night. It was still pointing down at the town square, the zoom lens focused on an old cast iron lamppost.
I slipped my feet into my stilettos and pulled a thin sundress over my head. I’d planned this whole thing very carefully and had hardly slept through excitement.
I glanced at the clock at the end of the square: it was 5:40am, and the sun was slowly rising above the buildings, beginning to shine brightly on my chosen spot. The town was deserted at this time of the morning; the first bus didn’t arrive until 6am, and it was never early. I had twenty minutes.I picked up my handcuffs and the longer ankle chains and ran to the door as fast as my thin heels would allow. My shoes rang loud on the concrete stairs and it seemed to take an age to reach the front door of the apartment block. I stepped outside and looked up at the clock again: 5:42am. I had eighteen minutes.
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After work I stayed behind a bit to fix the mess I’d made of the PR company yesterday and then tried to ask Jo out for a drink with some of the other girls. She said no, but we left the office together, then on the way out she said “Actually, I do need that drink” and we went into this crappy pub near the office. (Which wasn’t where everyone else was.)
She was trying so hard not to cry, but she said she was really sorry for not being better to me this week but she hadn’t realised that it was only the pills that had made her feel better and now the doctor wouldn’t give her any more. I didn’t know what to say, because I didn’t want to see her sad, but having to rely on the pills sounded bad too. I put my hand on hers and a tear ran down her cheek, and then she said she had to get home and left with half her drink sitting there.
I didn’t feel like meeting up with everyone else after that and once I got home I sent her a message to say if she did want to talk some more, or just hang out with someone that wasn’t part of her past life, then I’d be there. It was quite a different message to the flirting the other night, and then I cried a bit too. I think I’d punch her ex if I saw him. Or maybe kick him in the balls. Hard.
She began to play the sonata again. This time, as well as the cold brass of the pedals, Jessica was sensitive to the rough fabric of the piano stool across the backs of her thighs as her legs moved. But rather than jump at each touch, she was starting to seek out the feeling and revel in it. She would anticipate each tap of the damper pedal and let the feeling course through her.
“Good! Good! Or better, at least,” Miss Ashdown said, reining in her praise lest Jessica thought the work was done for the day. “I can see your legs and feet really working here and, more importantly, I can really feel them working through the music. Can you feel it?”
Jessica nodded. It was like there was something different about the air itself.
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I was too distracted this morning with worrying about Jo that I made loads of mistakes and Caroline at the PR place was not at all happy with me. I told her I’d sort things out in my own time, which I think meant I got away with it.
This afternoon Jo was locked away in her office, and when she left it was obvious she’d been crying again. I wonder what else has happened now. I wish she’d tell me what it was.
Today was bad! Not for me, but because Jo looked terrible. I wondered if it was something I’d said last night because she didn’t speak to me at all. But she didn’t speak to anyone else either.
I had to e-mail her near the end of the day to check I hadn’t done something wrong, and ask if she was okay. I didn’t get a reply and I don’t want to push it if I’m not welcome. It felt a bit sickening, to be honest, because I liked it more when she liked me too.
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