It’s another weekend with Kieran so I’m getting all my chores out of the way, and this blog post too!

Just as a teaser, I’m planning on a very short skirt and I’ve actually bought some stockings! Since he seemed to get so turned on by having sex while I still had my long socks on. And I have a nice purple blouse with a deep v-neck. And what’s more it’s actually feeling a bit like spring today so I don’t have to worry about being cold.

Expect a bumper report tomorrow…

I was feeling really flirty today so I went to talk to Matthew for a bit in the morning. I think he tried to put me off by telling me a bit about the wedding but I just said how I loved going to them as it gave me a chance to wear a nice dress and heels and something frilly. I think he’s seeing me in a new light, which is good!

I had lunch with Rachael as Ha was out at a meeting, and Helen (from reception) tagged along and we had a bit of a chat and a gossip and told “the new girl” about how much better the office was now that Jo was around. Rachel said she’d noticed we seemed to be able to wear whatever we wanted, and I felt a bit self-conscious with half my cleavage on show. And then even more self-conscious when Helen said she used to think I was as boring as anything until the dress code relaxed and how I have all the men wrapped around my finger just by showing them a bit of skin!

But it made me feel pretty good to be noticed, to be honest, even if my skirts were never as short as Helen’s.

There’s definitely something about Ellie (the PR girl) that I can relate to. I think she likes to reveal a little bit more of herself than most of the other women there. It’s quite subtle, but now I know what to look for I can sort of spot a kindred spirit! I wonder if she thinks the same of me? I can’t imagine how a conversation to find out those things would ever go, because if she asked me I’d deny it out of embarrassment, and she probably would too!

I flirted with Kieran a bit this evening and ended up so turned on I had to masturbate before bed.

I don’t know what he must have thought when he saw a picture incoming, but all I did was kick my slipper off and take a photo of my foot. Well, it was naked!

So I hitched my skirt up a bit and sent him the whole of my lower leg and then he made daft comments about how turned on it got him and what an amazing leg it was. I already had my hands between my legs by then so I didn’t type much more except to say goodnight when I was done. I felt quite embarrassed, to tell you the truth, but I don’t think I could have slept otherwise.

Double exercise today as I went for a run, and then Pilates in the evening. I need to keep this body in shape if I’m going to be showing it to Kieran (and who knows who else?) all the time!

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.