On the way out of the office this evening Jo asked me if I had plans for the weekend, and then I went kind of red when I told her I was having dinner at Ha and Lily’s with a friend. At least she’d never work out why she was blushing.
I spent the evening at home reading a book in the nude with a glass of wine in my hand. It was nice.
“It was our fourth date, if that’s what you call them, and I couldn’t tell if you were bad at picking up signals or just weren’t interested in me. I would get an answer to that one way or another.”
The PR company really isn’t the same without Ellie, so it just ends up being pretty focussed work. Also, there was quite a storm coming in this afternoon and it felt very much like summer was over, which can’t be true in August. But it meant I could wear boots and a skirt, which makes me feel kind of sexy.
Kieran’s been texting me some more and I’ve told him I’ve got other plans for this weekend. Maybe I’ll get things going with him next week again, if I feel like it.
“Catch me if you can,” I said with a smile and a wave of my hand, and then I pressed my foot onto the accelerator pedal and the sports car leapt forwards. I watched in my mirror as his SUV struggled away from the lights and disappeared into the distance. I’d hardly gotten a mile from my house and already this drive was turning up some surprises.
Out on the open road, the engine felt more alive than ever. Possibly because of the cooler air, it just felt like all eight cylinders jumped into life the instant I put my foot on the accelerator, and each time the ripple of power ran through the car body I felt a tingle through mine and my nipples stood erect.
Driving through the forest I came up behind a truck that was moving slowly around the snaking curves. I knew there was a straight section two miles up ahead so I took my time and, checking all was clear ahead, I put my foot to the floor and moved across to pass it. The automatic gearbox dropped two gears and I was pressed into the seat by the acceleration. I didn’t mind the driver getting enough of a glimpse of me to wonder if he’d really been passed by a naked woman in a sports car, but I didn’t want him to get a good look at me so I kept accelerating.
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I had lunch with Ha today and she kept teasing me about Saturday, asking me what invisible outfit I was going to wear. It was pretty funny actually, but it made me all kinds of horny too. I took it out on Pilates later.
“I could tell the others were tempted to flash a little, but if I ended up naked and they stayed clothed that was just fine by me too.”
I had to be up early this morning so I did something I’ve never done before: I went out into the garden in the nude to take my washing in! It was like 6am so I don’t think anybody would have looked out of a window, but it felt pretty great.
Dinner is definitely on for Saturday at Ha and Lily’s! It’ll only be the four of us. I’m kind of nervous.
I’m still mad at Kieran too. Or maybe not even mad, but kind of disappointed, because he used to be so nice and now I’m not so sure. I took my mind off it by flirting with Matthew for a bit, because now he’s married he must be safe for that.
“If the warm evening air of a summer musical isn’t the time to throw off the shackles of convention, when is?”
“You’re a beautiful young girl, Jessica,” Miss Ashdown whispered, “So now let’s see how you play.”
She led her student back to the piano and sat her down. Jessica was past the point of asking for her clothes back; she had become so aroused by the exercise that every touch of her feet on the wooden floor, her bare skin on the rough piano stool, and her feet on the chill brass of the pedals was like electricity through her body.
Miss Ashdown watched as Jessica caressed the keys and the piano sang in response. She envied her for her passion and, perhaps a little, for her physique too as she moved up and down the scales. She noticed how Jessica moved her position on the stool to stimulate her body yet further, how she would lean into the piano as if she wanted to climb on top of it, and she could feel the essence of the young woman’s sexuality in every passage she played.
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Kara Bryn 