Well things certainly took a turn today, and for the better!

The wind and rain came down like you wouldn’t believe it, and my umbrella barely survived the journey to work. It turns out knee-high boots have uses other than just making the wearer feel sexy because all the guys had soaked trouser legs! It was a bit cooler too and for some reason I was feeling a bit frisky this morning so I put some stockings on and a short skirt. I’d forgotten how good that combo feels when you have nothing on underneath, and a white blouse completed the look.

Then I got a message from Mel saying she could make running this evening, but given the weather it was understandable if I didn’t fancy it. I most definitely did not fancy it, but she suggested I drop by her place on the way back to mine and we could talk training plans! Which sounded pretty intense.

I got to hers soon after six o’clock and was kind of surprised to see she lived in a new block. I rang her buzzer and she told me to come up to the seventh floor, and then she let me into her very modern and very stylish apartment. It had wooden floors, white walls and full-height floor-to-ceiling windows and sliding doors out onto a small balcony, and great views out. It occurred to me it would be a great place to hang out naked because from a distance people might be able to see in once it got dark and the lights were on, but there weren’t any immediate neighbours.

Anyway, we got talking about how Mel was going to help me to achieve my goals. I didn’t realise that she used to be a fitness coach but she now worked as a life coach. She said she was good at getting people to do things that were in their best interest when it came to exercise, so it had seemed natural to turn that to everything else in life, right from work and career to friendships and relationships. She said we’d work on my fitness first and then she’d get to the rest of my life later, which sounded funny!

We got talking about the running, though, and she said that it wasn’t so much my heart and lungs or my legs that were the problem but my core strength and I needed to work that more and just keep running at a moderate pace and let the fitness come naturally.

I told her about the Pilates and about doing roll-downs and planks and wotnot, and she said that instead of wasting the time by not running tonight we should do some of that. I was still in my skirt, top and stockings (but my boots were at the front door) and said I couldn’t exactly do Pilates in my work clothes. Then she said that I should just take them off.

I felt kind of sheepish as I had to tell her that I, um, wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and she said she’d kind of guessed, and it didn’t worry her because it’s not like she hadn’t spent plenty of time with me naked by now already. She had a point, but it still felt weird as she sat there and we talked as I rolled my stockings down, unbuttoned my blouse and folded it over the side of the chair, and finally slipped out of my skirt. It was a new place to sit naked, I guess, and as ever with somewhere new my skin was tingling.

Mel left the room for a second and came back with a yoga mat that she laid out on the floor. Mel was in leggings and a tight top and looked every inch the fitness coach and she stood opposite me as I put my bare feet on the mat. Then she led me through the warm-up routine, stretching my arms into the air, bending at the waist and letting my arms hang, and all the time feeling as self-consciously naked as I had felt in a long time. It was even stranger that it barely seemed to bother her.

Then she had me down on my hands and toes in a plank position, and I nearly jumped straight into the air when Mel’s hands touched either side of my hips and rotated them slightly into a better position. She said something about tucking my pelvis in, but all I could think of was that a woman’s fingers were on my bare skin.

But then it was like it was open season on my body. I was standing in a squat position with knees apart and feeling intensely vulnerable with my arms straight out sideways, and again Mel’s hands touched the bottom of my spine and my stomach and nudged me into position. Or rather, I flinched into position because after a few weeks without sex I was extremely sensitive.

I couldn’t get over how at ease Mel seemed to be with me moving from one naked pose to another in the middle of her flat, especially considering how difficult it had been to read her when we first met. Perhaps it was the case that nothing fazed her.

Mel put me through some cool-down stretches, and then we sat and talked about what to do next, while I sat there naked and Mel got me some water. If she noticed my body it never showed. But she did say that it was so much easier to see which muscles were working and which muscles weren’t when there were no clothes to get in the way. In fact, she said, rather than running together on a Tuesday, we should do some more sessions just like this one every Monday evening.

I felt strangely disappointed when it was time to get dressed and come home again, but the memory was fresh enough that masturbating came easily, and then dinner afterwards, because all that erotic exercise had made me hungry.

I can’t wait until next Monday now, and I’m not one-hundred percent sure if Mel means me to do it naked again but, whoops, I might accidentally forget my gear anyway.

Today was chores day, but at least I made it naked chores day. I was feeling a bit mischievous so I sent Ellie a message, just asking her how things were and wondering if she wanted to meet up again. I didn’t get a reply until this evening as she’d been out of town. I feel a bit out of touch with her now I don’t get to stalk her once a week in an office and now I’m not even sure if all my assumptions about her exhibitionist side were right or not. I don’t want to push it too hard or she’ll think I’m a weirdo.

My third park run in three weeks! My time improved a bit too (although it’s still embarrassingly slow). Mel just glided through it again and afterwards. Unfortunately she said she can’t make our little park session on Tuesday, but she might able to on Monday and would let me know. If she doesn’t I should probably go out for a run by myself, although at the moment my legs ache enough that I can barely imagine it.

I ended up just chilling out at home today. It’s getting quite blustery outside but I didn’t really feel like going for a walk, half-naked or otherwise. Hopefully this ennui will pass quickly, because a few months ago a bright and windy day would have been the ideal opportunity to strip off, put on a long coat and boots and prowl the streets.

I’m a bit disappointed that there’s nothing planned for the weekend. I can’t pester Ha and Lily too much as they’ve looked after me a lot since the break with Kieran, and I don’t want to suffocate Ellie, although hanging out with her a bit more would be fun.

In the end I’ve had a fairly lethargic evening at home, and even hanging around naked hasn’t been that exciting.

I had a bit of an “oops” moment today, although very much in the “oops that was fun” category. I was wearing a button-down max dress and, of course, absolutely nothing underneath, and I went over to ask Matthew something about one of his clients. I was leaning over the desk opposite rather than walking all the way over to him and then saw his eyes look down at my chest. So I glanced down too and realised that as the dress fell away from my body you could see pretty much all the way down to my waist. Oops indeed.

When I looked back at Matthew he was trying hard to keep his eyes firmly on mine and I managed not to laugh, but I’m pretty sure the whole time I was leaning towards him he could see both breasts as clearly as if I wasn’t wearing anything at all. I’ll have to remember this dress for when I want cheering up.

It was a busy day at work, and then Pilates in the evening, so I didn’t have much time for fun. But Pilates was even harder than usual because my legs were tired from Mel’s punishment last night.

I had a dream about doing the park run naked last night. It was so weird, and at the start everyone was asking me why I wasn’t wearing leggings, and I only had a pair of trainers on, and I said I preferred it this way. Mel was there and in the middle of the group she gave me a big hug and the stimulation from my bare skin on her running gear was so much I almost came, and I was starting to get embarrassed and I wanted to get running so I could finish and head home. But they said we were running a different course today and we had to get on a coach and I was sat next to Mel, and it seemed we were being driven way out of town and I was thinking that maybe I would have preferred to have some clothes with me but it was too late now.

As we were riding along in the coach Mel put her hand on my thigh, and that was it: I guess hormones and lack of sex pushed me over the edge very quickly, and I almost came in my sleep. It woke me up and there was only one thing to do, obviously.

It was the first thing in my mind when I met Mel at the park this evening and she even made a joke about not knowing from one moment to the next whether I’m going to turn up clothed or not. Actually, I can’t imagine even trying to run naked: sports bras exist for a reason.

Mel took it a bit easier on me to start with tonight, but then the hard efforts were really hard, and while she was springing along beside me giving encouragement I was turning myself inside-out so I didn’t look like a complete flake. So of course by the end of it I was soaked in sweat again and Mel looked like she had barely lifted from walking pace.

But apparently I’ve already improved. Could have fooled me!

It’s a one year anniversary of this diary!

I’ve just read the first post again: “…(hopefully) I can look back on this day and wonder what it is I was worrying about.”

I think I’ve come a long way in a year:

• I’ve walked the streets in nothing but a coat and heels
• Been on a nude bike ride
• Had a boyfriend; been stripped by the boyfriend; dumped the boyfriend
• Gone for a walk along the canal in the nude
• Had a naked car ride
• Spent lots of evenings naked with friends
• And spent a few evenings naked with strangers

So I’m actually feeling pretty damn good about things! Now I wonder what else there is to do? I guess I haven’t been nude in big public places, but I can’t imagine I ever will (without being arrested). Although maybe the bike ride counts, because I was nude all the way home after that and nobody else was.

I guess I also haven’t been in many situations where I was helpless to cover myself, although on holiday when we went out to the canal I didn’t have any kind of back-up plan and nobody had any clothes for me. That was a lot of fun.

Also I never got to use the bondage tape, because it never seemed the right time with Kieran, and I wasn’t exactly going to tie myself up at home. So that was an experiment that went nowhere. Maybe it wasn’t for me; perhaps I’ll never know.

I’ve never been naked in the office either, but that’s another thing I can’t imagine being able to do, not unless I want to get fired.

The dream would be just to be able to walk into anywhere I liked naked and not have to worry about repercussions. When you think about it, it seems pretty odd that I can’t, because it’s not like we don’t all have bodies, so why do we have to cover them up? Surely it should be a choice that nobody judges you on, the same as nobody judges on whether you have a blouse or a top on.

I guess I’ll just have to keep pushing myself, but all the same: happy birthday nudist me!

Last night was so much fun. Ellie turned up soon after three, and I could tell she was a little surprised when I opened the door already naked from head to toe. I pretended as if it was completely normal (I mean, maybe it is now?), and let her in. We gossiped for a bit and I couldn’t help but smile to myself as I know she kept stealing the odd glance at my body. It made me feel rather nice indeed.

Then we started cooking. Or rather, I got told to chop things up and Ellie did the actual cooking. It was all very domestic, like we were a married couple or something. And Ellie was not only a good cook but a good laugh too.

We opened some wine a little early, and Mel was the first of the others to arrive. She was wearing a long, slinky black dress and again it made me feel almost impossibly fat beside her. She looked amazing, and she was actually kind of surprised that I wasn’t wearing anything. I guess I hadn’t actually prepared her for it this time; I’d just thought she’d expect it by now. But she said something about “oh, it’s one of those nights is it,” with a mischievous look in her eyes and we exchanged a little kiss on the cheek. I introduced her to Ellie and explained about the PR company and the bike ride, but stopped short of saying I was trying to persuade her out of her clothes as well.

We were already having a good time when Ha and Lily turned up, and they looked stunning and petite as ever and I’m beginning to think that maybe I have too many thin friends for my own good. They were both wearing short cocktail dresses and just looked so pretty together. I think even Ellie felt a little put out by the three arrivals, although she looked quite pretty enough in a flowing maxi dress.

I had to admit to everyone that Ellie was the genius behind the meal, and in a slightly inebriated state let slip that she had agreed to help as long as I was the one that got naked again. Ha gave her an intense look and asked why she was so keen on seeing me naked, and then laughed and said not that she minded one bit, but seeing a different body for a change would be nice too, and both Ellie and I blushed.

We had a lot of laughs that evening, and it was a shame when everyone said they had to go. They all left at the same time and I felt a bit sad that even though Ellie had spent the afternoon with me while I was naked she seemed a little uncomfortable at the idea of being the last one left with me when the others said they’d have to go home. I mean, it’s not like I’m going to suddenly jump on her and start ripping her clothes off or anything.

I did get some nice hugs as they all left, though, and I can still remember how different the fabric of each of their dresses felt. Ha’s and Lilys were very sheer and smooth; Mel’s was quite rough and made my nipples stand on end; and Ellie’s was just soft.

I went to bed horny, of course, and somehow seeing to myself just isn’t quite satisfying me at the moment. Maybe I’ll have to get onto some of those dating sites because having someone else touch my skin for even a few seconds today was just too good.

I went to another park run this morning and Mel was there again. I saw her at the start, and she was waiting at the finish, but by the time we’d got five minutes into the run itself she was too far ahead of me to pick her out from the crowd. I can’t believe how easy she makes it look.

We chatted for a few minutes afterwards but I hate standing beside her with sweat dripping off of me while she looks like she’s about to parade down the catwalk. We’re set for another “training” session on Tuesday, though.

I think I’ve bought everything for this evening. Lamb, couscous, peppers, butternut squash, a whole load of spices that I’m sure I’ll never use again.

I’m not sure what Ellie has planned for me to do, but whatever it is I better to be able to do it naked, because I already am. She said she’d be here about 3 o’clock and I’m so excited about spending some quality time with her (in the nude) that I had to, um, satisfy myself once already, except now I’m already turned on again and I don’t think there’s much I can do about it.

In case you hadn’t guessed I’m really looking forward to his evening.