It was back to Mel’s accounts again this evening, but no encounter with the neighbour this time. But a bigger surprise, as I stood nude in the hallway, was having Jason answer the door to me. He smiled but pretended that letting a naked woman into the apartment was perfectly normal.

Mel was inside and said I’d have to work in the main room since Jason needed her work room this evening. So she carried everything out and put a laptop onto the low coffee table. She had me kneel in front of it and then bound my thighs to my calves near the knee and near the hip, so I couldn’t stand up even if I wanted to, and then tied my wrists together again. It left me half-kneeling half-squatting in front of the laptop and the last few receipts.

It certainly made working slower, and Mel all the time was sat nearby with a notepad reviewing something or other which I can only presume was from another client.

I hadn’t finished by the time Jason re-emerged from Mel’s office and I began to feel even more self-conscious. What did he think of having a naked, bound woman kneeling in the middle of the room? How did Mel explain it to him? I had no idea, but he just came over and sat next to Mel and they chatted about work while I tried to go through the rest of the receipts.

It meant I over-ran the time I was planning to work for, but at least I got it all done. When I told Mel she said she’d untie me and Jason said “Just when I was getting used to having you around,” and I didn’t know how to respond.

It was yet another very strange evening.

It was nice catching up with Ha and Lily last night. It’s pretty much expected that I’ll be nude for dinner with them now, so of course I didn’t want to disappoint. I’ve missed the little stolen admiring glances I get from both of them so we’ll have to do it more often.

Although, almost inevitably, the questioning about Mark and Ana started, so I explained a lot, although omitting a lot of the juicy threesome details. It was funny that Lily said she couldn’t really get around the idea of Ana being comfortable with me seeing Mark, or me seeing Mark if there was only so far it could go, but Ha said she sort of could, because there was no rule that says everybody’s relationships need to be the same. It was a remarkably interesting conversation, and I couldn’t help but point out that to Lily that they’d invited a nude woman into their home and some people might find this a bit strange too, given that they’re both into girls. It actually made Lily blush, which is hard!

They said I could say the night, since I’d be staying with them soon anyway, but I had literally nothing with me (apart from shoes, coat, money and phone) so I came home.

Then today was really really “normal” as I had, albeit not my kind of normal, as I went to visit my mum for dinner and came back far too full. I definitely don’t want to get my pot belly back for the end of May if I’m going to be stripping in the pub again

I missed the run this morning but I had a good excuse: I was in bed with Mark :-).

I met him at a bar far enough from work that I shouldn’t bump into anyone, and he said I looked really nice, although despite the short skirt he said he wasn’t used to me wearing so much. I said depending on how the evening went I might end up wearing a lot less, and he said “I hope so” and that pretty much sealed it. In my mind everything from then on was foreplay.

Because I’m still not sure about how things work I asked him about Ana, and he said she had come back but was away again and she actually suggested we meet up to keep him out of trouble. This makes no sense, because what more trouble can he make than planning to have sex with another woman? But who am I to ask.

He took me to a nice restaurant and we sat opposite each other and between main course and dessert he had one hand under the table and squeezed my thigh through my stocking. I asked him if that was as high as he could reach and he said the table was far too big, which might be for the best as we didn’t want to make a scene. I told him it wouldn’t be the first orgasm I’d had at a restaurant table (remembering lunch with Mel) and he raised an eyebrow, and then said he was realising that nothing much about me should be a surprise any more.

When we left I asked him where we should go next, because I thought he might want to go to a bar, but he said he’d really like to see my place. That was fine by me and he called a cab and we were home in twenty-five minutes. We were all over each other in the back of the car and his hand was very much between my legs now, and if he’d been wondering if I wore any underwear that night he didn’t need to wonder any longer.

We were barely into my hallway before he was on his knees and going down on me, and it was honestly one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had, just pushed up against the wall, dress still on but Mark’s hands under it, and feeling like I was helpless in the grip of this animal. Just as I was about to climax he put his hands under my thighs and had me lifted clean off the ground with his tongue between my legs. I can’t describe how intense it was.

When he put me down I managed to keep my balance, so I peeled of my dress, took him by the hand and lead him to the living area, and then it was my turn. I teased, I slid my naked body over him, I toyed with his cock and then put it back in his trousers, and I brought this mountain of a man to the point where he pleaded with a whimper to let him cum. At then I kissed him on the lips and took his hand and put it between my legs and made sure he brought me to orgasm once more.

And after I came again I turned my attention back to his body, pulling buttons open, tearing his trousers and underwear from him, and, holding my eyes on his, running my tongue up and down his cock until his eyes closed and his head fell back.

I took him into my mouth and slid all the way down and up, and then let the tip pop free. It was almost as much of a cry as a whimper as my lips left his body. I toyed with his testicles, watching his hard-on pulsing in front of me, before taking it into my mouth again. His hands gripped my shoulders and I savoured his strength once more, but this time I didn’t relent as I ran my tongue around his shaft and closed my lips tightly as I moved my head slowly back and forth.

He was so hard it was incredible, and his muscles tensed so much in the moment before ejaculation that I was worried I’d be crushed between his legs. And the force I felt as he came into my mouth made me feel powerful myself, because it was all down to me.

I wasn’t sure he was ever going to stop and I wondered just how long it had been since he’d last had sex too, but soon enough the whimpering noise that before had meant “don’t stop” now said “no more” and I slipped his cock from my mouth and climbed back up his body to lay on top of him.

He fell asleep on the floor soon after, and ten minutes later I pulled him to his feet and took us both to bed.

Sex the next morning was fun and nice and friendly but nowhere as intense. But I’d take it any time.

Mark left soon after breakfast and I saw Alison in the window as I waved him (still naked) down the pathway. I waved to her too, and she waved back and smiled.

And since I’d missed the park run today, I went out by myself before lunch. Mel commented on it on the fitness tracker website so at least she knows I’m not shirking. And tonight I’m going to Ha and Lily’s! This feels like a proper weekend.

I’m seeing Mark tonight, and quite excited! I’m pretty much desperate for sex too so we better go back to his place again or else I’ll explode. Anyway, I’m writing this at lunchtime as I very much plan not to have time to write it tonight. I have a very short dress in my bag to change into later, and I’m already wearing stockings which feels really sexy to be working in. Ha asked me why I was buzzing so much this morning and all I said was that there was a lot going on right now.

I got the company name that we’re seeing next week, the one that asked for me by name. They’re definitely from Belarus. Now I have to work out if they know me from the embassy event (where I was clothed) or the later party (where I was very much not!). I’m not sure I can manage a serious meeting if it’s the latter.