I’ve no energy to write much tonight as I was in work until nearly nine. We have another company interested in our offshore work, after the press release I was in, and it seems like I’m the one with the most knowledge! Which is good for my career but not necessarily good for my life.

The last day of my holiday will have to wait until tomorrow, because Mel happened to me today.

I got to her place as usual and pressed the buzzer and she told me to put my clothes, and even my shoes, into her mailbox and she’d come down to meet me. I thought since it was warm and humid that we’d sit outside again. When Mel came out of the lift she told me to give her the mailbox key, as she had before, and then she handed me a pair of running shoes. I asked what they were for, but I knew already: I’d missed the run on Saturday morning and I hadn’t told her.

I tried to explain that I was with Elise and she said she didn’t care but I had to tell her, and since I’d missed it then I had to do it now. I said I couldn’t go to the park like this because it was a mile away, and I should at least be able to wear something for the walk there. She said that she was going out for a run and I was coming with her, and she’d make sure I could keep up, and if I kept moving fast enough maybe nobody would see me. I said that was ridiculous and I wasn’t going, and she said that was fine, but she was going, and she didn’t know when she’d be back so I’d either have to wait here or walk home naked.

I really didn’t like any of my options and grumbled my way through putting the running shoes on, and then I followed Mel out on to the street.

There were cars. There were a few people. I said to Mel that we had better run so I could get away from the stares, but she said we had to walk for a few minutes to warm up.

So that’s what we did. It was still early and very light, and I heard cars beep their horns, and one guy almost crashed his bike staring at me, and people stared from their windows if they noticed me pass. And then Mel said we’d walked enough and at least as we started to run they couldn’t stare at me for as long.

Mel was running very slowly for her and started asking me about the holiday, but I didn’t have enough breath to answer her. Plus it was really humid and if you think a naked woman running through the streets is a sexy and arousing sight to behold then think again, because I was all wobbling and sweat.

I have no idea how long we ran for or where we went and it was a surprise when we ended up back at Mel’s. I was both getting used to being naked and out on the street and also relieved to be back. Mel asked me if I wanted to come up for a shower but I was too annoyed with her and came straight home.

I’m not sure that I actually hated doing it that much, but I resent that she made me.

Back to the holiday.

So: Sunday morning, and I still hadn’t worn any real clothes all weekend, because just a coat (at the top of a mountain) or boots and gloves (on a horse) don’t count. We had a leisurely morning in the cottage and then went out for a walk and they’d sprung a surprise on me as we came to a small clearing and there was a car parked up and one of Veronika’s staff was there with a picnic set up, including a table and chairs, and some wine! He was a fairly old guy who grinned a lot at seeing a naked girl coming towards him, and by now I’d just about learned how to say “hello” in Polish.

But not long after we arrived he drove off in the car and Ana said he’d be back in a couple of hours to pick everything up, and we ended up lounging around in the grass and, well, one thing led to another and time flew by Ana was about to have her third orgasm when we heard the car coming back, so she had to hastily straighten her clothes out, because her and Mark had stayed mostly dressed (on and off), and we pretended as if we were deep in conversation. But even Ana blushed at that.

It was maybe ninety minutes to walk back, and then we showered, and I asked Ana what I should wear to dinner at the main house and she smiled and said Veronika would be disappointed if she let me wear anything at all.

That didn’t mean I couldn’t get ready, so I had nice shoes and makeup and jewellery that Ana shared with me. I hadn’t really expected it to feel so sexy to be wearing just a necklace across my chest but it really drew attention to my breasts and Mark couldn’t stop staring, despite the fact that he’s seen them all the time for the past few days.

What I wasn’t expecting was that Veronika had some other friends over too! They were all dressed for an evening dinner, and there were eight of us sat around a big table as waiters brought us food and wine. Sometimes they spoke in Polish but everyone also spoke enough English for me to have a conversation with and, of course, they started asking if I was a perpetual nudist. I said I was whenever I could be, which is close to the truth. It was really nice to feel comfortable talking about it, though, and I guess because they were all a bit older it wasn’t at all threatening to be with so many strangers.

One of the older guys suggested to his wife that maybe she could strip off too but she said she thought the time when anyone wanted to see her body had long passed. I said I wouldn’t mind if she wanted to, and her husband seemed keen, but she still wasn’t up for it. She tried to deflect attention by suggesting Ana did instead, and Mark did his best to goad her, but Ana said Mark had his hands full with the pair of us already and she didn’t think he could take it if we were both naked all the time. Mark said he wouldn’t mind giving it a try, and I could see the others wondering exactly what was going on. Funny that they were okay with me being nude but thought it a bit odd if we were in some kind of three-way relationship!

When we got back to the cottage we had one thing to decide: who was going to sleep with who? I actually didn’t mind being alone and said that since the two of them had arranged this whole trip they should spend the last night together. They didn’t object.

So that was the last night, but we still had some of the next day to finish off the holiday.

I don’t know whether to write about the end of the holiday or last night with Elise now! There’s too much to tell!

I’ll start with last night.

Anyway, because Elise had sprung it on me while I was at work I hadn’t had time to prepare what to wear, but luckily I was in a light summer dress, showing off my lack of tan lines (because I’d picked up enough sun last weekend), and I was generally feeling pretty good about everything and having a little flirt with everyone in the office, male or female.

I don’t know what I was expecting but Elise gave me a light kiss on the lips when I met her just around the corner from the office. I suddenly got very concerned that someone from work would see me kissing another woman, although why should that be a problem? Anyway, it was nice and made me tingle. Elise was wearing a short skirt and has such slim legs that I wonder why she wears trousers so often.

We managed to find a place to sit outside and drink some fizzy wine, and the place did food so we just sort of drifted through the evening chatting until it started to get dark. It was still really warm so no need to find somewhere inside. Anyway, it got to an almost awkward point because I wondered what we should do next but I was feeling pretty bold after last weekend so I just asked Elise if she was going to take me back to hers. She said the pub would be too noisy so we should go back to mine.

My heart was racing as we took the bus home. We were sat there and Elise said “You know, if there weren’t so many people on this bus you wouldn’t still be wearing that dress now.” I said “lucky me” and she said, “but unlucky me” and I wondered if she’d do something anyway, and if she did would I object, but I was still in the dress when we got off the bus.

It was so warm in my flat, but Elise had the best idea: sit in the garden! It’s not a big garden but I’ve got an old wooden bench up against the wall.

So we went down the back stairs, and I was about to sit down when Elise said “That’s a beautiful dress, but I’m afraid you’re going to have to take it off now.” I didn’t even feel like it was too risky doing it, in the dark in my own back garden, so I tried to be as seductive as I could as I unzipped the back and slipped out of it. Of course, I had nothing else on, and I went and sat next to Elise.

I wondered what she’d want to do next but we just sat and held hands and talked for about an hour, while I was naked and getting cooler, and when I said I might have to go inside soon to warm up Elise leant over and we kissed again and she asked if that would warm me up. It did. So we kissed some more and, well, pretty soon things moved past kissing, and I had my first orgasm on a bench in my own garden.

Soon after that I really did cool down too much and we went upstairs and I told Elise she wasn’t allowed to undress herself because I wanted to do it. But I took my time and she stood there all the while as I peeled the layers away. Anyway, I think foreplay is ace, and everyone should do more of it, because when we both finally came it was off the scale.

She had to leave this morning to get the pub ready for this evening, but it was such a nice night. Now I feel guilty about what to I tell Mark and Ana and what do I tell Elise?

I was going to write about the rest of the trip today, but I’m meeting Elise tonight instead! So I won’t be home until late I hope! And I can’t write much while I’m at work.

The only downer so far is that Tim says Linda wants me to come over again. I really don’t want to and he knows it and he said he’ll try to put her off.

Okay, I promised more…

Anyway, Saturday morning we were a bit more organised, and Ana said we should get out early as it was hot riding a horse in the afternoon! I had ridden a little bit when I was younger, and Ana said not to worry as we’d only walk and trot a bit, and she knew the trails and it was very flat and gentle. I said I’d have to borrow some riding gear and Ana said no problem, but I wasn’t expecting to just be given a pair of gloves and some knee-high boots! But Ana said she’d tried riding naked once and it wasn’t to be missed, and I was buzzing so much from it all I think I was up for anything.

The stable boy (who was also the gardener, I think, and definitely more of a man than a boy) was a bit taken aback when I walked out, and I wasn’t expecting to be looked after by someone else either. He must have gotten quite an eyeful as I swung my leg over the horse anyway, and Ana was right: it was some experience! Horses really force the hips apart, and I was glad for a nice soft seat cover because, well, let’s just say that the point of contact is very “direct”. And when my thighs touched the horse’s skin it was so warm! And wearing only boots and gloves I felt so naked…

Mark insisted on riding at the back “to look after us”, but I know he was just watching my bum wriggle in the saddle, and I was fine with that.

After a while I was kind of used to it actually, and we were in the forest out of the sun but it was still warm and Ana and Mark had big sweat marks on their tops. I did suggest they also rode naked but they claimed they didn’t want to upstage me.

Ana had said we were only riding for two hours, but what she didn’t tell me was that at the end of the two hours we entered a small medieval village, with hooves ringing on stone steps and me being paraded naked through the streets like Lady Godiva! And she hadn’t mentioned that we were stopping here for lunch either!

The restauranteur seemed to find a naked woman just as amusing as the barman had yesterday, and he sat us outside, under a covered area, and there were people in the streets talking and gossiping and pointing at me and plenty of photos, and Ana would say something cheery to all of them and they would laugh, and somehow it was all okay. I was loving being naked everywhere and never wanted to leave.

Lunch wasn’t too heavy at least, and we sat around for another hour and I was beginning to forget I was only wearing a pair of boots, except for the occasional passer-by who would wave or sometimes take a photo. And the restauranteur insisted on taking some photos of the three of us by our horses before we left.

By the time we got back I was feeling distinctly unsexy, though, because I realised I smelled of nothing but horse. Showers were very gratefully taken, and the chef was cooking already when we came downstairs, and this time I didn’t have to explain why I was naked.

The surprise of the evening was that after dinner there was a knock at the door and Veronika appeared! She said of course she remembered me from the party, and was I always naked? I said I wasn’t, but I’d like to be, and she sat and talked with us for a while. She was over for a few weeks and had arrived while we were out, but she said tomorrow we would have to join her for dinner in the mansion.

So that’s what we had planned for Sunday evening!

Anyways, it all seems a distant memory after being at work today. More like a dream. Ha asked me how it was and I said it was really good and I’d tell her sometime. She said she didn’t really understand what was going on between me and Mark and Ana and I said neither did I.

Sorry – I’m exhausted after work and Pilates! I’ll write about the weekend more tomorrow.

It was weird being back at work, though, and my head was not with it at all.

I hope I can remember everything, because that was an amazing weekend. I don’t think I can write it all in one go as it was just too much.

But the flight blah blah blah you won’t care about. We had three seats together on the plan but it’s only a few hours and I think I was glad nobody suggested anything too risky. We were all too excited to get to the real start of the holiday and Veronika’s holiday home. Except the holiday started when we picked up the hire car and were left with the keys and our luggage in a parking garage and after I’d put my small suitcase into the back Ana just said “and the rest”, and I knew what she meant, so I stripped out of my clothes (and I was wearing underwear too! Because you never know with airports) right in the middle of the garage. I only thought afterwards they probably have CCTV. Mark said I should sit in the front and Ana sat behind, and she was excited the whole way and would have one hand draped over my shoulder, and sometimes it would drift down onto my breast as we talked, and sometimes my hand would find its way onto Mark’s thigh while he was driving, although I didn’t want to distract him.

We drove for a couple of hours and it was dark so I doubt anyone saw me sitting there naked, and when we pulled up to the cottage it was a lovely little brick thing next to a kind of mansion, and the driveway was crunchy and spikey on bare feet. When we got inside there was a note saying there was some food left in the fridge, and a bottle of wine, which was lovely of Veronika to arrange, and I sat and ate naked, and then one thing led to another and pretty soon we were all intertwined somewhere in the middle of a large room with a fireplace (which wasn’t needed) and a nice plush rug. It was lovely.

I was going to ask about sleeping arrangements but they said there were two double rooms but, if it was okay with me, I’d sleep with Ana tonight, and with Mark tomorrow, and Mark and Ana would sleep together on Saturday night, and then just see what we felt like for the last night. That was totally fine with me because it made me feel really part of the relationship, and was totally unexpected.

Something got competitive in me that night and for some reason I wanted Mark to wish he was spending two nights with me rather than the next night with Ana instead, which is silly and not in the spirit of things. But I teased him for so long that when he finally came I think at least Ana heard it next door, unless she was asleep already.

So that was just getting there.

Then the next morning Ana was already up and I managed to fit sex with Mark in before I came downstairs, and I didn’t even want to dress. But I saw a couple of people out in the driveway and wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to walk around naked but Ana said it was fine because they were Veronika’s staff. And it turned out that we were staying in the guesthouse and the big mansion was Veronika’s family home.

We had a lazy morning in the house and pretty soon the three of us were naked again, and having to shower (again) before early afternoon Ana said we should go up into the mountains to look at the view. I was going to get dressed but she said just bring a jacket, which I didn’t have, so she went and asked one of Veronika’s staff and borrowed a lovely fur coat, which seemed madness in the heat but apparently she thought I might need it.

I’m sure someone saw me out of a window when I walked naked (but in boots!) to the car and climbed into the front seat again. And then we drove up twisty roads, climbing for ages, and when we finally got out at the top I really did need the coat. Mark said sometimes I was more sexy when I wore almost nothing than absolutely nothing at all, and Ana agreed.

We had a short walk to a viewing point, which was amazing, even if the air wasn’t all that clear, and we could just about see the mansion down in the valley. I joked that maybe I could flash them from up here, and Mark said joking aside it would be a great place for some photos. He made me feel like a model, posing with Ana, sometimes with the coat on and closed, sometimes open, sometimes off (and feeling the cold air on my nipples!), and Ana took a few with me and Mark, and I took a few of the two of them, but couldn’t persuade them to strip off at all.

Then we got back in the car and I kept my coat on for a while, which was good as we stopped at a bar on the way down. Mark was good and had a non-alcoholic drink, and Ana spoke fluently to the locals in Polish, and then we went and sat outside, because even though we weren’t back in the valley it was already warmer here. Ana said I looked like I was getting warm, which I was, and I should take the coat off! I said it would be a bit of a shock, but she called back to the barman and he said something and laughed, and she said he would be very happy to have a beautiful naked young woman sitting outside his bar because this time of the afternoon was a little quiet and it might attract more people. I think if he hadn’t said it like that I’d have had second thoughts, but I wriggled out if it, but kept it close, and sat there with a sort of spritzer drink and let the sun warm me. It was so nice, and the barman came out and talked to Ana a bit more and I think I made his day. Then a couple of local guys turned up and talked to Ana, and I was glad I didn’t understand them so they couldn’t talk to me, but I noted they didn’t go too far while they had their drink!

Anyway, we went back to the cottage, and what I wasn’t expecting was to have a Polish man in our kitchen preparing dinner. I think Ana explained my, um, nakedness away somehow, and it’s no surprise that he didn’t mind at all. So I went and had a quick shower, didn’t dress when I got back, and he served us a five course meal while we talked and I still wasn’t wearing a thing!

Once he was gone we actually all felt a bit too full to do much except lounge around, and I lay on the sofa with my legs across Mark’s lap while he stroked them. I think the flight and the day out caught up on us and I went to bed with Ana, but I think we were both a bit too tired to do much more than have a bit of cursory sex.

So that was the first twenty-four hours or so. I’ll write more after work tomorrow, but now I need to sleep!

I’m so sad I’m going to have to get dressed soon! We’re heading to the airport for a late flight home. I’m glad I’ve booked tomorrow off work too because I won’t be home until early morning.

I may hate having to wear clothes again because I still haven’t since I got here. Veronika was back “home” yesterday, which I wasn’t expecting, and we’re going to the main house for dinner later! I’m thinking I might actually go through with it…