Ha was teasing me about the holiday today, making up all kinds of places we’d be going. First it was Iceland, and then see how much I like it with nothing on, and then there was Wales, which actually sounds allright, and then she said she didn’t have much money so we were going to stay in Youth Hostels and I’d have to sell my body just to pay our way. It’s not impossible that it’s any of those, knowing Ha.
Pilates nearly killed me tonight, and I think it’s too late to go on a holiday diet.
“Every time I let in a goal I had to take something off. It was meant to give me a reason to improve. It didn’t.”
I had a dream last night about being at the PR company with Ellie, except I was sitting working naked and pretending everything was fine! It meant I woke up horny and spent the whole day that way, so when I got home I went surfing the web and found all these videos of some club in Russia (that’s closed down now, I discovered) where male strippers pulled young women up on stage and managed to get them out of their clothes. It was very hot and I wished it could happen to me, and I wouldn’t even care if someone filmed it.
Suddenly Mia stood, threw off the coat and tossed it on the bed. As I expected, she was nude. She sat back down on the chair and crossed one perfectly toned leg over the other.
As I mentioned before, I’m not accustomed to being in the company of a naked woman, and certainly not in the privacy of my hotel room. I felt my face turning red: had I assessed this all wrong? Was Mia reticent to talk about relationships because I was a target for her? Had I given off signals? Was there any more of a signal than stripping to my underwear for lunch?
But Mia stayed sat in the chair. If this was a seduction it was a very passive one.
“I need to show you,” she said. I wondered what I could be shown that I hadn’t already seen.
“Show me what?” I asked.
“The stabilisers,” she said, “You can ride without them.” I began to understand what she might be getting at, and I dreaded the implication.
She stood and walked over to me and put her hands around my waist. My mouth went dry. Have I gone too far to stop this now?
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The thing about summer, is I kind of miss not having much on underneath a coat! Now I’m not wearing a coat, I have to wear something else. Dresses are fab, but I can’t really wear anything too short to the office, so I end up in something longer and a blouse or top.
Matthew was back today so I asked him about his honeymoon. It sounded amazing, in the Bahamas, and he’s nice and tanned. It made flirting even more fun, and it’s almost like now he’s married it’s more of a challenge! He still takes a peak at my cleavage sometimes when I’m talking to him but I think it’s fine because he seems very committed to his new wife. I’m jealous.
“The title was meant to imply I’d strip the city bare, but in the end this was the format that really clicked.”
I thought Ben was actually out last night when I got to Kieran’s and was naked as soon as we got to his room, and then when I went to the kitchen there he was! He doesn’t even say anything about it now, but I can feel him watching me. It’s nice. I asked him about Helen but she was away for the weekend.
Then somehow we ended up playing a board game and drinking wine, with me nude all the while! It was lovely because half the time I forgot about it, and the other half I remembered because either Ben or Kieran would be gawping at my boobs wobbling over the board as I moved my pieces around. It was a bit of a complicated game (something about Catan?) that Ben knew, but I think my body was a distraction for them as I still won. And Kieran came last, which made me feel good because I think he doesn’t appreciated I can be quite clever sometimes (but only sometimes).
Kieran says he doesn’t know where Ha is booking either, but I think he does but just isn’t telling me.
“My man’s clothes weren’t sparking any kind of joy, so I made sure I never saw them.”
I’m going around to Kieran’s this afternoon and we’re just staying in and cooking and whatever. I like being around there was there’s always the chance that Ben or his girlfriend Helen might be there.
Sue let go of my hand and Martha released the other one taking my bra with her. She handed it to Kathy, still walking hand-in-hand with Tan behind us, and she pushed it into Martha’s rucksack along with the rest of my clothes.
Sue and Martha had dropped their hands to their sides, but I wasn’t done waving. I had been a cheerleader at school and I moved well to music. And besides, my breasts looked amazing when I held my hands above my head.
I was receiving no end of whistles and cheers from the crowd and I began to skip in circles as we walked along. The four girls around me smiled at each other, and I realised they were probably enjoying the show as much as most of the women at the parade. And the great thing was: this was Pride, and no-one cared, including me.
“Hey, beautiful!” a female voice said from the crowd. It was a slim blonde girl, probably twenty years old and just beginning to feel comfortable with her sexuality. It seemed that the parade was something that emboldened all of us.
I skipped over to the railings where she stood, which is not an easy thing to do in inch-high heels, and put my hands on them and leant towards her.
“Hey back, beautiful,” I said, and I leant towards her and gave her a small kiss on the lips. The metal railing was cold against my midriff, but her kips were soft and warm. I’d never kissed a girl before, and I don’t know what made me do it then. It was something about the permissiveness of the parade, and the anonymity of walking amongst all of these wonderful people. I’d never walk up to a guy in the nude and kiss him, but if I was being a lesbian for the afternoon then it seemed fine to do it to a girl. Weird.
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