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.

I’m meeting Mark on Friday night! I can’t wait. Although I didn’t ask if Ana was coming or if she was still away. I actually don’t mind either way, funnily enough.

Then Pilates this evening. Got to stay fit for the next cabaret night in late May! Especially since I’ll be a year older by then, and a year closer to wrinkles…

More good news at work today: Jo came to me and said she didn’t know I had friends in high places, but apparently some new client wanted to meet and had asked for me by name! I have no idea who it might be, but we’re going to a meeting next week.

I had lunch with Ha today too. The builders have given me a couple of dates when they can start in late April, and she said either is fine for me to come and stay. They reckon it’ll take most of a week! Which sounds a lot for a bit of ceiling and roof repair, but what do I know? I’m also going to Ha’s for dinner on Saturday night. It’s been a while!

I think I’m getting a hang of this nudity thing. I was standing outside Mel’s with my coat over my arm and my bag over my shoulder and all my clothes from work in it and Mel’s neighbour came out of the lift. But I’ve gotten so used to it that I didn’t even think about it until he stared at me, and then I felt embarrassed and smiled and said “evening”, and he said “evening” and fumbled at his keys and managed to steal one last look at me before he went into his apartment.

Mel answered the door a minute later and I could casually say “I’ve just bumped into your neighbour” without making it sound like a big deal.

Anyway, tonight was coaching night, and for coaching I don’t need my hands, which meant my hands and neck were put into the yoke, and my ankles were put into the other yoke, and I was more-or-less helpless sat on a chair opposite Mel with my legs spread and my hands above my head.

It’s been two weeks since my last orgasm and it would have been obvious just how much I was gagging for it, and Mel just started asking me about work and whether things were moving and what goals I’d set myself and how they were progressing. It was really hard to answer because it was a while back, but I told her about the feedback I’d had from Jo, and about managing Rachel and Tim, and Mel asked me if that was what I wanted to do. And the problem is that I don’t know. So she said that’s what I have to work out, which I guess I know already.

I couldn’t help but wonder why I had to wear the yokes, because Mel obviously wasn’t going to touch me, so what did she get out of me sitting there exposed like that? And then I just blurted the question out, and Mel said it wasn’t about her, because she couldn’t care if I was wearing a ball gown or a bin bag or nothing at all, and that didn’t make me feel great. Then she made me stand up and before I could protest (as if I would anyway) she took a couple of photos of me and said that she could tell my abstention from any kind of sex was getting at me so all I had to do was upload these three photos as well as the old ones. And she said that every week I didn’t she would add another photo so soon there’d be a whole catalogue. The alternative was yet more celibacy, unless I found someone else to satisfy me.

And then she started asking about who I’d seen before, because it was obvious I hadn’t seen them again recently, and it’s hard to hold back when you’re naked in the middle of the room with metal bars holding your arms and legs apart.

So I told her about Mark and Ana and about going back to theirs, and that made me even more turned on. Mel just listened and asked how I felt about them, and I said I liked them both, and that if Mark was single I’d see more of him. And she asked why I had to wait until then, if it seemed like Ana didn’t mind or care. In fact, she said, she seemed to be encouraging it.

And then soon after the session was over, which was good as the blood was running out of my hands, and Mel unchained me and I put on my coat and came home. She sent me the extra pictures too. But I’m not going to give in because I’m really not happy with the idea of lots of people seeing them.

Well, I’m not sure it was better than going to Mel’s, and I’m sure it wasn’t better than meeting up with Mark, but last night was still fun.

Alison and Russ were both nicely dressed, and I was naked in (short) heels. Poor Russ didn’t know where to look so I had to give him a kiss on the cheek. Now he knows what it feels like to be confronted with a nude body at the door!

The food went down well, and Russell actually spoke for a change. He’s a computer programmer and I think he’s got a pretty good job, and Alison works in marketing for a pharmaceutical company.

After dinner we went to the sitting area and I sat next to Alison and Russ sat opposite, and it was an amazing contrast, because Alison was in boots and a skirt over her knee and a long sleeved top, and basically only her hands and face were visible, and I was obviously in nothing at all.

She ended up talking more about some of their nude holidays again and how much I’d like them, and maybe next time they booked one I could come. I said I wasn’t sure, being a spare part, but she thought it would be fine because they’re not at all coupley when they’re together. That is true, which is odd since Russ ends up naked a lot, but you don’t really feel like a spare part in a relationship then. If anything it feels like Russ is the spare part. (And he’s got a reasonably sized spare part, if you catch my drift. When it’s not soft, obviously.)

If was funny when Russ went to the loo and I could tell he had a hard-on, because he had trouble standing up. I thought if he’s gone for more than a few minutes then maybe he’s knocking one out, but he was back too quickly for that, and within a few minutes I could see the lump in his trousers was back again.

Then you should have seen his eyes when Alison said something to me and put her hand on my arm. It was like we were about to have lesbian sex or something, and it was only the lightest touch. But it even made me think that maybe I would do it with both of them, if the mood seemed right.

It was nearly midnight when Alison said they would get back, and by that time I think Russ had had a five hour hard-on and was walking like he’d just finished a marathon. On the way out of the door Alison said it had been really nice, and again how it was nice to meet someone so open. She said we’d have to do morning coffee at her place soon, and she didn’t mind at all if I didn’t want to wear anything then either. I should be as relaxed in her home as I was in my own.

I was left to wonder whether that would mean both me and Russ would be nude. It might be fun, and so far it doesn’t seem like they have any mind to take things further either.

Life is complicated but it’s somehow working out at the moment.

Russ and Alison are coming over in a couple of hours so I’m not sure if I’ll write more tonight, but I’ve made two decisions:

1. I’m making a sort of stew with couscous. It shouldn’t be that hard and I don’t know how much they eat. And I’ve found how to make little falafels and got some pickles to nibble on to start
2. I’m doing the whole thing nude. I presume Russ won’t turn up nude, because he won’t be able to make it across the street. And it’s my home so I can dress how I want. (Or as I don’t want, as the case may be.)

Although I’m undecided about how to react if things look like they’re heading for a threesome. Alison’s pretty but I don’t fancy her, and Russ is okay but I don’t fancy him either. But on the other hand I am gagging for it. Depending on how I feel later I’ll decide whether to where heels (which means maybe up for it) or bare feet (not up for it much but may change my mind).

At the run this morning Mel asked me what I was doing this evening as she had some friends coming over. So that’s another thing I could have been doing! Sometimes I have nothing to do and others I can’t move for offers.

My Friday nights are kind of nothingy. I went for a drink with Helen and Ha, and Ha said we hadn’t done anything for ages, which is true, and then I told her about the builder and I might have to take her up on the offer to stay with them if it was still available. She said it was, but with strings attached! It made Helen raise an eyebrow, and I just said I wasn’t going to do their housework for them, and Ha just said “we’ll see”.

I was at a loose end when I got home and thought I’ve probably left ENFBoyfriend long enough without replying, since it’s been nearly two weeks. That’s plenty to get the message across that I’m not trying to get into anything with him. So I just wrote a general message about how nice it must be to have a friend who understands (even if he is an ex. That would still be weird), and then I couldn’t help asking what Linda was up to now, because I can’t imagine that if she has another boyfriend then he’d be okay with her hanging around nude with an ex. That level of trust would be way off the chart.

Now I’ve got to work out what to do for dinner tomorrow with Russ and Alison. And also: what are the chances of Russ being nude in my flat? Do I even want that?

And disappointingly Mark said he can’t make anything on Sunday, but maybe next week.

Randomly today I had lunch with Mark. He said he was in the area and I felt very sneaky meeting him without telling anyone, and then I wondered if Ana knew. He told me she was out of the country at the moment and I wondered if I was doing something I shouldn’t, but then he messaged her to say we were having lunch and Ana just replied and said “Tell her to look after you”. I don’t know what that means!

He asked if I had plans for Saturday, which unfortunately I do! And I’m not sure about doing anything just with him. I don’t want to end up having an affair, or worse than that falling for a man I can’t have. But spending time with him was nice. After lunch I texted to say that it was a shame Saturday was out but I could do something Sunday if he wanted. I’m actually really tempted to cancel with Alison and Russ, and the thought of having a seedy affair with Mark has got me all kinds of turned on now.