I had to have the heating turned up to get the through the day in the nude, but I really felt like spending it free and alone. The one strange thing is that it’s a bit weird knowing the couple opposite can see me now that I’ve met them. Somehow it was easier when they were complete strangers.
Ellie messaged me again and we might meet up mid-week for a chat. She probably senses that now she has a man in her life that things are a bit different between us. I hope she doesn’t work out the real reason, though, because that would be way more embarrassing than all the nude things I’ve done.
“There were many advantages with having an office on the top floor. The duration of the elevator journey was the main one.”
I hadn’t run for two weeks before this morning and it showed. Bleurgh. Mel said it was good to see me here and she hoped I was looking forward to Monday because she was. And I actually am too, even though I don’t know what’s going to happen.
And now I also feel better about the world (for no reason) I didn’t know what to do with myself for the day. So I ended up stripping down to stockings (and nothing else), putting on a coat and shoes and going for a walk. It was a touch on the cold side so I sat in a coffee, just itching to tell one of the nice waiters that I really wasn’t wearing much at all.
Anyway, I made it home, and wondered if Mel’s masturbation ban was still on. Given that we weren’t doing Pilates I figured not, and in stockings and heels and my feet hitched up in the air on the arms of a chair I had quite the nicest orgasm all by myself.
“We met in a private back room and made love. It was only when I opened my eyes that I realised not only that my partner had left but he had taken my clothes with him.”
It’s Friday, and it was bright and sunny (if cold) and I put on a shorter skirt and stockings and a blouse and dragged Tim out for lunch with Rachel, under the guise of “getting to know each other”. He was still very quiet, but quite nice we he did say things, and me and Rachel did our best to quiz him. One thing: he’s most definitely single, and he’s most definitely straight.
I went and sat with him this afternoon and, whoopsie, by skirt rode up just enough to show that, yes, those are stockings and not tights. Wait until he learns I’m not wearing any underwear. (And how exactly am I going to communicate that?)
Then to finish it off I dragged him out to the pub afterwards with a few others, because he’s new and he needs to get to know people. And, you know what, even flirting with someone who’s probably off-limits made me feel better than last week.
“We’re identical in every way, but it’s easy to tell us apart: one of us never wears a stitch of clothing.”
Photographer: Davide Padovan
I went with Tim to the new client again, just to make sure he knew what he was doing. He’s very quiet, but that almost makes him more attractive, although he seems to blush a bit when he talks to me, and he’s definitely spent enough time checking me out when he thinks I’m not looking. Now I’m actually wondering why exactly it would be so bad to see him on a date, because although he’s working in my team I can’t fire him, so I’m not technically his boss. I know it’s not exactly ideal, but rules are made to be broken, right?
I think I’ll start with a little more flirting and see if he’s interested. And once I get to know him a bit better he might turn out to be a dork anyway.
I got another message from Ellie, because after ignoring the first I then forgot about it. I said yeah, let’s meet up, but she can’t make this Friday or Saturday (and I bet it’s something to do with the new guy). And then because I didn’t want things to go sour between us I reminded her it was my turn to dare her. She replied with “Gulp”, and now I have to think of something really risky.
I felt better about regular Pilates tonight having drawn a line about Pilates Plus (as I might now call it).