Tim couldn’t meet today, and I have Pilates tomorrow, so we’re doing it on Thursday. Meanwhile I had a message from Linda on Saturday asking if I had any food allergies and said she couldn’t wait to have a fun little get-together with just the four of us! I really hope she’s not expecting anything to happen between Tim and I, because it’s not.

I had a meeting with Tim today, and was brusque with him (again). Enough that Rachel raised an eyebrow, and I instantly regretted it. Later this afternoon I sent him a message suggesting a chat tomorrow because I need to do something before Saturday.

I was ready to talk about it some more when I got to Mel’s, and this time I didn’t pretend to forget the rules: I put my dress into her mailbox, rode the elevator (naked) to the seventh floor, and dutifully took my shoes off when I got inside her apartment. But she had work for me to do, with three weeks of receipts and invoices, and I know I shouldn’t take notice of these things but there was a small invoice for an initial coaching session with Tim! I had seen her give him a card but didn’t expect anything to happen from it. Now I wonder if they talk about me… I guess they shouldn’t, and I think Mel would keep things confidential, but it made me wonder.

Mel didn’t even bother to tie me this week either, so I was just a “regular” naked accountant. It felt almost normal, and she just kept at her own work in the other room. Then after little more than an hour I put my shoes on, went downstairs, didn’t see anyone, put my dress on and came home.

Life is so complicated! So many good things at work. So much trouble with everything happening with Tim. But now a good thing with Elise! Or at least I hope the start of a good thing. But what do I say about Mark and Ana? I’m meant to be going away with the pair of them soon. I guess nothing is official with Elise yet so I’m not committed to anything.

With all that going on I spent the day entirely naked doing household chores, and even went and put the washing out in the nude. I know Alison and Russ from across the road saw me hoovering. The only time I dressed during the day was to go out for a run later in the afternoon, but the exhaustion from Friday night really showed and it was hard work.

It’s an early night for me anyway as I still haven’t caught up on sleep.

I have so much fun last night with Elise and now I’m so tired. I met her at a bar and she said something about me looking so formal in a skirt and jacket and I apologised for not making an effort but I wasn’t expecting to go out, and I told her about the meeting. It went okay but I didn’t say much as Jo pretty much dealt with all the questions. I was there because I had been in the press release.

Anyway, Elise said she just wasn’t used to seeing me wearing so much, but that was just part of the fun of hanging out with me: she didn’t know what was going to happen from one day to the next.

We went to an Italian place for dinner and the waiter tried his best to flirt with us. I hadn’t been there before but Elise had been once or twice and she said he was always like that, and not just with her but with everybody. She said she’d seen him acting the same way whether talking to a woman in her twenties or her sixties. I said that spoiled it for me because I could do with being flirted with and she fluttered her eyelashes at me and said “I can flirt with you if you like”. I blushed and she grinned. I didn’t know what to say. Elise said that for a girl that spends half her time nearly naked I got embarrassed awfully easily, which made me blush even more.

We hung around in the restaurant for a while, having eaten a bit too much to do anything else, and then went off to a bar. Then sometime after one Elise took us to a club that was obviously a mostly-women gay bar. At least I could leave my jacket at the cloakroom because it was such a warm evening. We were standing at the bar talking and Elise said she wanted to dance, and I pointed out that this tight skirt was no good for that. Elise said there was an easy solution to that and without waiting to see how I reacted she had unzipped my skirt and was tugging it over my hips. A few other women watched as it dropped to the floor and I stepped out if it and Elise hung it onto one of the coat hooks on the underside of the bar. She grinned at my stockings and said she thought I was wearing tights. My blouse partly covered me but it was pretty obvious that I was wearing only knickers and stockings on my lower half, but I didn’t have time to think as Elise took me by the hand and led me to the dance floor.

She wasn’t the only woman that wanted to dance with a semi-clad woman, it seemed, but we mostly stuck together. At some point she was behind me and wrapped her arms around my body, and as we moved she started to unbutton my blouse. And I let her. She shouted into my ear that I should know she has a thing about buttons.

When she was done she tied the blouse at the bottom so it still partially covered me, and somehow I felt as sexy flashing my bra and knickers as I did when I was naked. Although Elise had other ideas because while I was standing at the bar trying to get us another drink she managed to find my bra clasp beneath my blouse cotton and undo it, and while I was trying to order there was much fumbling by both of us as we extricated the straps from inside the sleeves. (It always takes a bit of contortion doing that.) At least the blouse was still tied around my midriff, but the next dance I was even more popular because it was pretty much impossible to move without flashing a nipple from time-to-time.

After a while we went back to the bar and found a pair of stools and sat and had another drink, and then another dance, and then somehow it was four o’clock in the morning and we were both too tired to carry on.

We started wandering home but then Elise led us into a park and because the night was so mild we just lay in the grass, with my jacket and skirt and bra piled up with our bags beside us. I was flat on my back with my arms behind my head when Elise rolled over onto her elbow and suddenly her face was close to mine. She put her hand on my stomach, which wasn’t hard, and as I looked at her she leant towards me and our lips touched. Somehow the kiss went on and I felt her hand doing something, and then realised she had pulled the knot open at my midriff. She ran her hand up my side, pushing my blouse away from my torso and baring my breasts to the lightening sky, and then her hand slid downward my side and over my waist, into my knicker elastic, and keeping moving downwards over my hips. I pulled my legs up and she pulled my underwear off of my legs without even breaking our kiss. I definitely gasped at that point.

She broke the kiss and smiled at me, and I looked down at my all-but-naked body. Thankfully at five o’clock the park is pretty much deserted, but there were at least a handful of fellow stop-outs looking over at me. Elise smiled and without me even needing to say anything she said “let them look” and smoothed my blouse away from my body. My arms were covered but nothing else, and then we just started talking nonsense, but all the while I was distracted by Elise’s hand absent-mindedly stroking up and down my body, sometimes playing with the tops of my stockings. And sometimes she would kiss me, but she never touched my breast, nor between my legs, and I realise now how much I wanted her to. It turns me on just thinking about it again.

It was well after six when she said we should head home. I was going to put some clothes back on but Elise had hold of everything and just gave me my suit jacket. That barely covered anything, but Elise just laughed and said nobody would notice, just I shouldn’t lift my arms up. It made me laugh.

We came to my place first, and it did seem that anybody we passed on the way assumed I had the shortest skirt on ever rather than nothing but stockings below the waist, and there was an awkward moment at the end of the path. Elise conquered it first and we kissed, and she put her hands on my bare buttocks. I asked her if she wanted to come in and she thought about it, but she said she needed some sleep before getting the pub ready for tonight. But she did say maybe some other time.

I was barely out of my stockings and jacket when I got inside and fell asleep for a few hours, and feel both exhausted and elated today. That was most definitely a date. No question.

I had to wear pretty much a full suit to work today because we had a meeting off the back of our press release. It was with a pretty stuffy old company so I even wore underwear, and a blouse, and skirt and jacket. Jo said to wear tights but to at least feel like I was showing some individuality I worse stockings. It was still stifling.

On the upside I got a message from Elise and I’m meeting her this evening. I’m definitely going to need to unwind. And because I don’t want to take any chances I messaged Mel to tell her I’d miss the park run tomorrow. She replied almost instantly to say to make sure I did my run on Saturday or Sunday, and to make sure I had a good time with Elise. I wonder if I have any secrets from anybody any more.