Normal clothed Pilates is so much less fun than Mel’s version! I wonder if it would be popular if she started giving classes? I wonder if it it would even be legal.

I was talking with Ha today and we said we’d have to do something soon. I feel like I haven’t been around there for ages. It’s felt kind of crazy with Ellie and Mel on my mind too.

And speaking of which, I’ve suggested going out with Ellie on Saturday night. I’m hoping a dare will come to mind on the spur of the moment. Although I can’t see her getting naked in a public place, so it’ll have to be something not too obvious.

Last night doesn’t feel fair: I’ve got all the aching muscles, and had none of the fun of the previous week! I’m still really confused by everything, and now I’m wondering if Mel just took pity on me that one time and thought I’d enjoy it, but doesn’t really like me enough to lead me on. To be honest, I’m not even sure if she’s into guys or girls or both or neither. I’ve decided I’ll just have to stop worrying about it (although I can’t stop thinking about it) and see what happens.

Also, I still haven’t thought of a dare for Ellie. I need to push her limits, but if I push too hard she might just chicken out.

I still don’t know what to think! This is so confusing!

It was another wet day so I wore my knee-high boots and a skirt down to the knee, which is pretty demure for me nowadays, and a blouse on top. And I had my trusty raincoat over it all: the true friend of all flashers. But I was still feeling very flirty all day and I didn’t care who with: Rachel, Ha, Jo, Matthew, and even some of the older accountants.

Then when it came to home time I went off to the bathroom and got out of my skirt and blouse and put my coat back on and felt as horny as hell straight away. I was also terrified thinking who I might bump into on the way out of the office, but luckily I got out without anyone seeing me. Somehow it’s okay walking around nude beneath a raincoat when there are only strangers around but I think I’d have turned bright red if anyone from the office had seen me.

But I made it to Mel’s, and it was still raining, and buzzed on the door and she opened it from her intercom and I made my way upstairs. The past two weeks she’s been waiting for me but this time it was closed.

My heart was pounding, and in the middle of the corridor, where four other flats open out to, and the stairs, and the lift, I quickly unbuttoned my coat, slipped it off my shoulders and, in nothing but knee-high boots, I knocked on Mel’s door.

The wait seemed interminable and I’m sure she was slow on purpose. Still, nobody came out of any of the other apartments, and Mel opened the door and looked me up and down and said “Glad you made it okay,” not even mentioning the bizarreness of a naked woman (in boots) knocking on her door.

I was feeling head-to-toe sexy as my heels echoed on the floor, but then she told me I had to take my boots off, which I discovered I couldn’t really do in any kind of elegant way. I was also about an inch and a half shorter now, and Mel’s a lot taller than me and I suddenly felt very small.

But from there we went straight into the Pilates work-out! I don’t know what I was expecting, but I went from turned on to tired out within the space of the hour, and that despite Mel’s hands touching my body to correct me here, put me into position there; tuck my backside; rotate my pelvis; don’t arch my back. She’s a hard task-master, and maybe this is what a dominatrix really is and she was having a lot of fun. And I have to admit, despite the work, I was loving it too. But I was really just wondering what was coming next.

And the answer? Not much. Mel said she had some client work to do and thanks for coming over but unfortunately she had to get on with it. I thanked her for the session and was about to grab my coat when Mel took it off the hook and opened the door for me. She smiled, but I knew what this was about: she was reminding me of the new rule, that I could only wear shoes in her apartment. It had seemed fun to get undressed in the hallway but the idea of stepping out there in the nude was much scarier.

Still, she watched as I pulled my boots on, which was slightly more elegant than when I took them off, and I cautiously stepped past her into the hallway.

I stood on one side of the threshold, naked, while she was on the other, and she asked if she’d see me at the park run on Saturday. I said I thought so, and she was about to shut the door before I reminded her she had my coat over her arm. She handed it over and the door was closed before I even had a chance to put it on.

The thing is, even though it was an anti-climax, I’m even more turned on now and I just hope last week wasn’t a one-off.

Anyway, I made it home okay, got out of my boots and coat in my own hallway and had a nice naked evening to myself (with the heating turned up, because it was cold out!).

I could barely sleep last night thinking about Mel’s message and what might happen tomorrow! I kept playing out all kinds of scenarios in my mind, right from a bit of light touching again (if you can call last week “light”), right through to some kind of full-on dominatrix session, because I can see Mel in that role.

Plus I have to work out how to get out of my clothes before I even get to hers. I’m going to have to get undressed at work, I think!

Also: I made up for yesterday’s run by going out this morning, with a distinct spring in my step, and then all kinds of other chores.

Last night was a lot of fun. It was only me and Ellie for a while in the pub, and it sort of did feel like a date. I think I was feeling very flirty, and she looked like she’d made an effort for the night too and had a thin blouse on and, I know for sure, nothing underneath it. It was windy outside but warm in the pub and somehow her clothes just seem to float over her skin as if they’ll fly away any minute.

Well, we had a couple of drinks and she suggested going back to hers and ordering a pizza and drinking some more wine. It wasn’t far, and she said her flatmates were out so we had the place to ourselves until late. And that’s when my dare was announced: I had to open the door to the pizza guy with a towel around me and contrive it to drop at some point and pretend to panic about it.

The thing is, it was almost too easy. The fun part was that as soon as we ordered the pizza I said I better get ready, so I stripped out of my work clothes and I curled up in an armchair naked while we chatted. I still don’t know what Ellie thinks of that. I mean, she must not mind, but does she find it exciting, or just silly fun? Actually I don’t know either. It’s a bit of both.

There was a knock at the door and Ellie handed me a towel and I very loosely wrapped it around myself, holding it closed with my hands, and pretended to peer around as if I didn’t want anyone outside to see me. In reality I wanted everyone outside to see me.

Then I opened it a bit more so the guy could pass the pizza boxes through and I took them with one hand, but we hadn’t paid yet, so as I crouched down to pick the money up off the table I let the towel slip and it just totally dropped to the floor.

He didn’t know where to look. It was brilliant. I sort of half hid behind the pizza boxes but just handed the money over, with Ellie giggling out of sight, She said she couldn’t believe I went through with it, and it made me wonder how far I could push her with my dare if she thought that was a big deal. I mean: it was just one guy seeing me naked! I guess a year ago it might have been a big deal for me too.

Anyway, I obviously stayed naked for the rest of the evening as we ate pizza, and I was starting to wonder whether the evening was going to go anywhere. I didn’t really know what I wanted, and I certainly didn’t know what Ellie wanted. We were just laughing and talking.

I was feeling bolder after a while so I said next time she’d have to come to mine and she’d be the one answering the door in a towel. She said “Is that my dare?” and the look in her eyes made me think she was up for it, which meant I wanted to push her further and I said “It’s far too easy. I’ll think of something else.” So now I have to do just that.

Then at some point she said “you better get going if you want to get the last train”, and I looked at the clock and realised she was right, and that answered the big question: nothing was happening.

I felt a bit sad as I dressed, put my coat on and left. I got home quite late.

And as a result, I missed the park run this morning. Then I had a message from Mel. It was something like “Hey, hope nothing’s too weird between us. Didn’t see you at the park this morning.” I replied saying I was just out too late. She said “oh, good” and asked if I was going to come around to hers on Monday again. I said “absolutely” with a smiley :), and then “Looking forward to it again.”

Then about five minutes later another message came: “I’ve been thinking. To save some time, it would be better if you undressed before you knocked on my door.”

You could have knocked me down with a feather! I asked Mel if that meant getting undressed in the corridor, and she said she was going to make it a rule that I could wear no more than a coat and shoes in the building, and at most shoes in her apartment, so I had better get out of my things at work.

I don’t think I’ve ever had a message that made me so horny.

I replied with “yes, miss” and my skin tingling.

I’m meeting Ellie after work, heading over to a pub near her. I better not drink too much if I want to do the park run tomorrow, but I’m quite excited at seeing her again. Since this week seems to have decided to be the week I become a lesbian (although I’m still not sure about that!) I almost feel like this is a date night. And as soon as I think that I get butterflies in my stomach, because what if I think it is but Ellie doesn’t? Or what if I act like it is but it’s just a phase I’m going through?

Confusion reigns in the mind of Kate.