I had to talk to Tim today and it was terrifying. I think I was red-faced the whole time. He must have known something was up, but there’d be no reason for him to think it was because I’d suddenly realised something that was staring me in the face the whole time.

It should have been a good day as the press release for the Belarusian company was picked up yesterday and getting some attention today, and some of the articles have a picture of me in them. I’m too worried about everything to enjoy it.

Today was so hard. I couldn’t even bring myself to look at Tim so I just avoided him all day, which is no good as I’m supposed to be managing his work. It’s not even his fault.

And I was in a bad mood when I got to Mel’s so I just decided to hell with her rules and I went straight up to her apartment and knocked on the door, fully clothed for the first time for ages. She opened the door and looked me up and down and said “what’s this about?” and I instantly regretted it. I just said I was distracted and I forgot and just came up. There was no way she believed me. And then she asked me if this meant I wanted our arrangement to end. I said not at all, although I’m not so sure, so she said “Give me your dress”, and because I knew I was in trouble I took it off and handed it over to her.

She tossed it into her apartment, stepped out into the lobby and closed the door behind her. I asked her what she was doing and she said she was going to sit outside and it was up to me if I came with her or waited here. Or I could go home if I wanted to. I certainly wasn’t going to walk home at this time of the evening in just my shoes. At least I had my bag and my keys, I suppose.

She went over to the lift and pressed the button and I knew she wasn’t bluffing. I decided I had to follow her, because waiting in the lobby for however long was not my idea of fun.

I was more and more nervous as we reached the ground floor, because my only item of clothing was getting further and further away from me. I followed Mel out of a back door and into the shared garden area for all the apartments and was horrified to see a couple sitting out on a bench. Mel smiled and waved at them, and they waved back, but I could tell they were baffled by what was going on.

We went and sat on a bench a little way away from them, and they were watching us all the time, and then Mel made me tell her everything. So I did. About the photos, and Tim especially, and how I never knew and it should have been obvious. And she just said “so what?” and I couldn’t believe that’s all she would say.

But her point was that photos were there to be seen, and if I wasn’t happy with that I shouldn’t have done it. Somebody was bound to see them who knew me eventually. And it seemed like Tim didn’t mind, and wasn’t even behaving differently to me, so what did it matter? I couldn’t even explain it, but it just feels wrong, what with me almost being Tim’s boss, and the fact that he had seen pictures of me and I had nothing on him, so he had a hold over me.

Mel said if that’s what worried me then I should ask him for a dick pic, because he’d be sure to oblige – they always do, and she said I was lucky I hadn’t gotten one from him already. There was obviously no way I was going to do that.

We talked for over half an hour, and even the other couple had gone by then. It was still light and as I looked up at the apartment I said a teenage boy looking out at me, and then I realised he had a mobile phone in his hand and was obviously taking photos. Mel smiled and said she didn’t see why I was worried about Tim because surely it was worse that some stranger was probably going to be masturbating to me later. If he wasn’t already. I said that wasn’t the point.

We didn’t resolve anything, and then Mel took me back upstairs, and by that point I’d kind of gotten used to being naked and so far away from my clothes too. Mel just gave me my dress back in the hallyway, told me to make sure I came to the run on Saturday and closed the door.

I don’t feel like I solved anything.

I’m such an idiot. How could I not have worked it out before?

I got a message from ENFBoyfriend. He said he hoped things could carry on the same way between the two of us, because I knew some secrets about him and Linda as much as he knew about me, so I needn’t worry about anyone else at work finding out from him, because he would never tell. And also that he understands that I’m his boss but he respects that but it doesn’t mean we can’t get along outside work and he’s quite comfortable dealing with me professionally in the office and as a friend outside, whether I’m wearing anything or not. And he said that Linda really liked me and was going to invite me over for dinner with her boyfriend and him soon and not to worry about being nude around him because he was perfectly okay with it.

How could I not have worked out that ENFBoyfriend was Tim until he just spoon-fed it to me. It was there all along in his old messages: the stories about Linda, and about if I was worried about people from work finding out about my secret life. I’m such an idiot. He obviously thought I already knew and that was why I was being mean to him in the office.

It also means Tim has seen those pictures of me at Mel’s. He could probably draw my vagina from memory. He’s seen every lump and curve of my body. What are the chances that he masturbates to those pictures when he’s at home? And hopefully not when he’s at work…

This is so bad.

Today started in possibly the most embarrassing way: as I was walking to the start line for the park run some guy said “hello again”, and it took me a moment before I realised it was the guy who’d seen me running around nude on Monday! Then he smirked and said “you decided to wear your kit today then?” and I just said “Yeah, I thought I would, just for today”. He actually isn’t bad looking but a bit scrawny for me.

I didn’t speak to Mel, though, and then came home, showered, and got ready for the big event this afternoon. Without spoiling it too much, it wasn’t as much fun as the last time, when Ellie came around and we baked everything with her nude the whole time. This time Elie and Stephen brought everything with them, so they turned up around two o’clock. Stephen looked petrified as he went to the kitchen and Ellie said the two of them had to get things ready. So I had to go to the front room and listen to the two of them and, well, it got more amusing when I started to listen carefully and I heard Stephen saying “I can’t go in there like this,” and Ellie saying “it’s too late now because you’ve already agreed to it, and I’m sure Kate’s seen it all before,” and then Stephen: “Yes, but it won’t go down! It’s bad enough being nude but I don’t want to be like… this.” So I could guess what his problem was and it made me giggle. Then Ellie said “So you want me to give you a blowjob, is that it?” and Stephen said “no! Not in Kate’s kitchen!” although I bet he really did.

Ten minutes later the problem had not solved itself, and there had obviously been no blowjob, because Ellie came in, wearing a lovely flowery dress, and Stephen followed, wearing nothing at all, carrying a tray of tea, and sporting the most enormous erection.

He saw me look at it and I said I didn’t realise we had an extra guest, and he went so red, but it did wave at me so it can’t have been that bad. Then he had to go and get cakes and Ellie sat down giggling, and I noticed he’s got quite a nice bum. When he came back he sat with us, with me and Ellie on the sofa and Stephen trying to hide his bobbing manhood in the chair opposite. It was both sexy and funny at the same time.

The erection didn’t stop the whole time: it was just looming there, always in the corner of my eye, and I wondered what Ellie had to complain about because surely he didn’t even need to know what to do with it with any particular skill to make her happy.

At some point Ellie went off to the loo and I was left alone with Stephen and he went extremely quiet. I just started rambling about what a nice way to spend the afternoon this was and I hoped it became a regular fixture, and maybe now he sees it’s not so bad to be naked perhaps he should spend more time that way.

That was when Ellie came back and asked what we were talking about. I said how Stephen was finding it okay sitting around in the nude (although he never actually said that), and then Ellie went and sat across his thigh, the folds of her dress draping over his bare skin, and his cock just waved and waved, and I could see just a hint of moisture at the tip. It would have been funny if he’d ejaculated there and then but he held it back, and Ellie pretended not to notice as she said that whenever either of their flatmates were out she would institute a no-clothing rule.

Stephen was concentrating too hard on controlling himself to say anything and I just laughed at the pair of them, because I have a feeling Ellie may have finally worked out how to spice up their sex life.

They left a while later, with Stephen out of the room for a while as he tried to fit himself back into his trousers, and I just said to them to have fun when they got home.

Now I feel jealous and I’m left home by myself.

I can’t believe it’s Friday. I came home on time from work, stripped off and sat in the back garden in the nude with a glass of wine. I stayed near the back door but maybe some neighbours over the back could see me. Fun if they could! I didn’t have much wine, though, because I really do have to make it to the park run tomorrow morning or Mel will make me run around naked again, and although it was fun I only want to do it again on my own terms!