One of the things that’s so great about the start-up is their office is even warmer than ours. I wore a short-ish skirt today but didn’t feel like wearing tights, and it was a bit warmer outside too. But not so warm that when I came back from lunch that I didn’t get a couple of stares at my nipples pressing against the inside of my clingy top. The old me would have crossed her arms over her chest to try and hide it, but the new me braved it out. And I know everyone there is quite nice and wouldn’t try anything, which helps a lot.

I was really tempted to even ditch the skirt and top for the journey home and just wear my coat, but I wasn’t brave enough. I sort of regret it now because it was warm enough out and nobody would have known.

I spent far too much time today daydreaming about hanging around in the nude with Kieran. Nothing else to report; nothing else compares.

You’ll be pleased to know my plan worked! I had my cardigan half unbuttoned while we sat in a restaurant and I know whenever I leant forwards he could see the outline of my nipples through my shirt. I kept rearranging it every time the waiter came back and Kieran said something about me fiddling with my clothes all the time, and by then I’d had a glass of wine so I took the cardie off and draped it over the back of my chair. You should have seen Kieran’s eyes pop as he stared at me! I must have had the widest grin and he put his hand under the table and on my thigh. I just wished he could have reached higher as I might have orgasmed before we even got to the main course.

And then it was even more fun when the waiter noticed, and then tried really hard not to stare. I can’t believe these two little round things on the ends of my breasts can have so much power over a man’s mind! And it’s not like they don’t have nipples of their own. I don’t really get it, but I’m glad it happens.

Kieran couldn’t keep his hands off me any time we were close enough together, and I’d barely shut the door before we were wrapped around each other in the hallway. Although disappointing he didn’t even get as far as taking anything off before we’d had all-too-brief intercourse and I was sprawled on the floor with my blouse half undone, my skirt hitched up around my waist and still in my long socks and shoes. It was kind of fun, but I didn’t feel we’d gotten past foreplay. Maybe I made him a bit too horny over the course of the day.

He made up for it later, though, as I told him I was too tired to get undressed so he’d have to do it. He took ages over it, and I don’t think there was an inch of my body he didn’t kiss in the process as I stood there, getting more and more naked while he was still fully dressed. This time it was my turn to climax quicker than he was ready for, but by the time we actually made it to bed I was ready again, and he most certainly was.

So of course we had sex again in the morning and afterwards I said I suppose we had better get dressed, and he said he’d prefer if I didn’t. So I said okay! His eyes were on stalks as I left the room and went to the kitchen, but I’m pretty sure he didn’t expect me to still be naked and making him breakfast when he came into the kitchen having already gotten dressed himself.

I think I could happily live like that forever, just staying naked with Kieran and having sex whenever we wanted to. It was a heavenly weekend.

An early entry as I’m seeing Kieran later so may not have time to write. We’re going to a gallery and then out for dinner and I want to spend the day getting him so horny that he can’t wait to tear my clothes off as soon as we get through the door.

It’s a bit of a problem when it’s cold outside, but I’ve found a black blouse which is more see-through then I realised when I bought it (and that’s why it’s been in the wardrobe all this time…) and a cardigan to go over it. Hopefully with no bra underneath he’ll be able to see just enough of me to distract him while nobody else gets a peek! And I have one of my shortest skirts and long socks, and will just have to suffer the little bit of a chill where they don’t quite meet. Oh, and a long coat for when we’re outside, which I hope stops the draught “up there” because there’s no way this girl’s wearing underwear tonight!

The PR company was interesting today as I’m sure Ellie (one of the middle-ranked organiser types – I don’t know what any of their job titles are – maybe mid-twenties) wasn’t wearing anything beneath her blouse. I mean, I know I wasn’t either, but that’s beside the point. I’m not sure if she caught me peering at her from across the room or not as she turned around from her screen just at the wrong moment and we exchanged a slightly forced smile.

I haven’t seen Kieran since Sunday and it feels like an age.

A new girl started today, called Rachel. She reminded me a bit of me when I started a year ago, which meant I liked her (of course.) I showed her where everything was, and where we saved things on the file system and that kind of thing. Then I had Pilates this evening.

It was fun at the start-up today. I wore a blouse again and this one the buttons don’t even start until the bottom of my cleavage. The CEO kept looking at me and then looking away embarrassed. I love it that someone with so much power can be so easily distracted. My skirt was down past the knee and I had tights on as it was pretty cold out.

The first thing Ha said to me was “I heard you had a fun weekend”! I can’t believe how much Kieran tells her. And I can’t even deny it once I’ve started blushing.

I was feeling pretty damn sexy all day anyway and popped an extra button on my blouse, just while I was sitting at my desk. At least I remembered to do it up again before I got up and walked around.

What a night! What a day!

Basically as soon as Kieran came through the door we had sex in the hallway right there and then. It’s amazing to think it took so long and now we can’t keep our hands off each other. I didn’t put my underwear back on (and made sure Kieran noticed) but just slipped my dress over my head.

We cooked dinner together and, to cut a long story short, afterwards I ended up sitting across Kieran’s lap at the dining table with his hands on my thighs, and it seemed to take an age for him to get the hint and lift my dress over my head. I was naked and he was still fully dressed and we just ended up kissing for ages, and then he put his hand between my legs and… oh my… At some point he stopped and asked if the neighbours could see through the blinds, and I said I didn’t care. Actually I hoped they could. I came pretty quickly after that.

So we moved to the sitting room and I curled up in his lap, still naked, and he stroked my body and I kept teasing him but every time I thought: right, that’s it, time to see how big he’s gotten in those trousers, he’d start kissing and fingering me again and I’d have another orgasm. I think that happened at least three times until eventually I had to squeeze myself between his legs, unzip his trousers and as I knelt there with his thighs pressed against my shoulders I realised that a blow job could actually be quite good fun. The last time I’d tried I hadn’t really enjoyed it, but there was something about being naked even while he was clothed yet I was the one in charge. I’m pretty sure he liked it 🙂

Anyway, Sunday morning we both had showers and he got dressed and I was still in my dressing gown, but it didn’t take long for him to get the hint and I was soon out of that and sitting naked on his lap. He made my day when he said Ha was right about me having a great body! And that if it was up to him I’d be naked all the time. I said I’d be naked for him any time he wanted, and I hope he realised how much I meant it!