It was still warmer than usual outside so I went for the jacket, skirt and knee-high boots look for my visit to the start-up again – with no blouse underneath. But I did wear a nice pair of underwear. I think it might be their favourite, judging by how helpful all the boys are all day.

And then one of them asked me near the end of the day if I was free after work. It was so sweet as he was so bad at it, and I said I was meeting someone and hoped he get my meaning. I guess it’s easier to get out of these things with a boyfriend to use as an excuse. (Yes! I’ve decided I actually do have a boyfriend!)

I was feeling so sexy by the end of the say that I went into the toilets and slipped the underwear off and travelled home in my suit jacket and skirt. Okay, I had a coat on too, but I still felt pretty daring. The jacket was a bit rough on my nipples, though. I was about to take it off as soon as I got home and then caught sight of myself in the mirror just as I had it unbuttoned down the middle. Modesty aside, it was a very hot look. I almost took a photo to send to Kieran but I thought he might think I was desperate for sex (which was true) and I didn’t want to be too available, if you know what I mean. Maybe you don’t.

Still, I was disappointed he didn’t send me a text tonight. But I wasn’t going to send him one first, so as I’m about to go to bed I’m feeling a bit frustrated.

Brian said we got the new work! So I start on Thursday, just for a half day. It won’t be as much fun as the Tuesday start-up, but it’s nice to be out of the office – and nice to have a bit more responsibility.

I wore trousers and a blouse to work today and had a bit of a flirt with Matthew, then on the way home there was a guy on the tube who was kind of cute so I did my best to flash a bit of chest his way under the pretence of scratching my neck. I was feeling pretty damn attractive by the time I got home, I have to say.

I didn’t get to have a run this morning (okay, I just didn’t get up early enough) so I went after work, and this led to a pretty hot exchange of messages with Kieran:

So I said I’d send him a photo and he went quiet… and I took a picture of my photo. I mean, I was really sitting on the edge of my bed naked and with a towel around my head, but I wasn’t quite ready to send him a head-to-toe photo. Not yet! Although it was tempting…

I stood in front of the mirror and – you know what? – this Pilates and running is starting to do some good.

We ended up swapping flirty messages for the rest of the night, but it’s all a bit long and probably not that interesting for anyone else. Needless to say I was masturbating by bedtime, and I wondered if Kieran did too. Such a waste if so.

After yesterday’s “back to normal” day I realised I had better try something different, and the weather was better than it had been recently so… I put on my new underwear, a long pair of boots, and the biggest coat I own and went for a walk. It felt so sexy, and I couldn’t get enough of it. I was looking at everyone I passed, daring them to work out how little I was wearing. Of course no-one could, so I went to a coffee shop and almost on automatic pilot started to unbutton my coat! I stopped myself just in time but got a very funny look from the barista as I sat down so quickly.

It’s so addictive, that feeling; the rush from taking a risk of being exposed, although in reality I was in control all the time. Or at least I thought I was, and then I came over all naughty. I went into the coffee shop toilets, took off my knickers and stuffed them into my coat pocket, and walked home in just coat and bra! I don’t know why I didn’t dare take the bra off as well as I had the coat buttoned up tightly the whole time.

Although a nice day, it’s still January and not exactly warm, and that’s probably the only thing that stopped me from being as randy as anything the whole time, because it was a bit nippy “up there”. I hadn’t set the heating timer either so it was quite cool when I got home too, and it was a bit disappointing to have to get dressed as soon as I came in.

I met some friends from past jobs today. I don’t know why, but whenever I meet old friends I revert to the old me, in terms of dress sense, and it was just jeans and a jumper. I even wore knickers, since jeans without underwear isn’t ideal. Some of us stayed around for dinner in the evening and we went to a noodle bar and gossiped, and of course somebody asked me if I was seeing anyone and they could tell from the look on my face… I was grilled for ages, because none of them had ever known me to have a boyfriend. And I’m not even sure if Kieran is a boyfriend… he must be, if we’ve kissed, I guess?

I wore as short a skirt as I dared in the office today, which is to say not that short at all. And with long socks and boots underneath I looked pretty conservative, to be honest. Sometimes it’s fun to think that nobody knows I’m not wearing any underwear, but sometimes I wish people did know.

We had a bit of an office girls lunch today, thanks to Jo again. She’s been so good for the office and when I think back to last year and how we’d all have a sandwich at our desk, sitting there in grey skirts and blouses, and now there’s colour everywhere. I mean, Helen on reception always looks pretty glamourous, but now everyone was just a bit freer to wear what they wanted. (Even if I was still wearing more than I wanted to.)

Kieran met me after work and Ha lingered for a drink and a chat, and then got far too nosey about how we seemed to be moving pretty slowly and hadn’t even seen each other naked yet! We both got a bit embarrassed about that, and then she said that even she’d seen me naked and Kieran was missing out! I didn’t know what to say to that, because I really would like to know if he liked my body…

Part of me wondered if tonight was “the night” to ask him back, but somehow the mood just wasn’t quite right. We still kissed, and for a little bit longer than before. When I got home I had a text saying that he’d had a nice time. I wished him sweet dreams, and hoped they’d be of me.

I dreamt about the meeting but – guess what? – for some reason I was naked except for a handbag! Then Brian had left me at their office and I had to pretend that I was completely fine with being nude, but I was feeling more randy all the time. So I went to find some clothes but ended up getting lost in the building, and kept taking elevators to different floors that were always wrong, and then I somehow ended up on the tube, still naked, and it was getting more and more crowded and everybody was pressed against me.

And – guess what again? – I had to finish myself off when I woke up.

The real meeting was nothing like that (unfortunately!). I wore a suit (with blouse this time) because I wasn’t sure how conservative the client might be. They’re a PR company, though, and turned out to be pretty nice so I think they’ll give us the work.

I’m seeing Kieran after work tomorrow and already wondering what to wear. Or what not to wear…

It’s Pilates day, and it’s a good day I was in my most modest outfit as Brian gave me an intro to a possible new account and said he’d like to take me along to meet the client tomorrow. It wasn’t in the bag but he thought there was a good chance, and he thought if they met me it would seal the deal. It would mean another half day out of the office each week, which is fine by me.

Pilates was a bit more fun as I remembered my dream, but it’s too much hard work to stay turned on for long. I found myself eyeing up the teacher wondering if my subconscious really liked her or something, but although she’s quite pretty, and has a fantastic figure, I can’t say I feel much more than that. I guess it was just a dream.

Still horny, and today is start-up day and I couldn’t stop myself from wearing a short skirt and long socks. I love the way the guys try and sneak a glimpse of thigh when they think I’m not looking.

I was feeling brave on the tube on the way home and managed to get a seat and I sat with my knees apart just a little bit. I don’t think the guy opposite could really see anything but he definitely wasn’t concentrating on his iPhone game as much as he should be! It made me feel good and I had planned to strip off as soon as I got home but the flat was too cold.

I don’t think I’ve ever wanted sex so much as I do right now. Last night I dreamt I was going to my pilates class, but I didn’t have my kit so I just got undressed and stood there naked while everyone else was in leggings and tops. And as we started to warm up and go through the movements the teacher was coming around and correcting us, as she does, and it tingled whenever she touched me, and when we were planking she said I was letting my pelvis drop too much so she put her hand between my legs and squeezed you-know-where. I almost came so hard that I woke myself up, and then had to finish myself off before I could get back to sleep! God it was so horny and it’s all I could think about today. And it’s not like I even fancy my Pilates teacher! Or at least I didn’t think I did, although she does have a remarkably good figure.

Anyway, when I got home I found some videos about naked Pilates: https://vimeo.com/213429171 But they’re nowhere near as hot as my dream was. Nobody does classes for it anywhere nearby, which is probably a good thing or I’d be very tempted. (Although it wouldn’t be as much fun if everyone else was naked too, of course.)

I tried to run my frustration off before work, but that didn’t really work, and when I got to the office I was very conscious of my top rubbing against my nipples. Even Matthew stared for a second before he caught himself and I felt self-conscious enough to cross my arms whenever I talked to anyone.

And the final thing was Ha said that Kieran had told her about our kiss! It only happened yesterday! Soon she’ll know more about my relationship than I do.

I got a text from Kieran this morning, that I missed at first, and he said did I want to meet for brunch. I’d just gotten out of the shower (which is why I’d missed his text). Anyway, it was like this:

But it was such a turn-on anyway! I wondered what I’d do if he really did turn up in thirty minutes, but I wanted to look nice when he did arrive so I put on long socks and a short(ish) skirt and a blouse, and then because it looked cold out a sweater over the top. I saw him look at the two inches of bare thigh when I answered the door and I was grinning all the way to the café.

We went to a gallery afterwards and just hung out, and then went different ways. But I did get a kiss out of it, and his hands on my waist. I walked home from the station with a massive spring in my step.