Oglers (or legs – anag.)

Weather is looking quite promising this weekend. Lovely this morning so I have a rather pretty floral patterned dress on today and some strappy off-white sandals. I feel quite sexy in dresses. I get the bus to work and when my legs are on show I feel as if I’m being stared at. Uncomfortable but nice – that’s if the stares are approving stares.
I do like it when adolescent schoolboys are doing the staring. I cross my legs and stare back.
Such red faces!

I’m afraid my underwear is a bit boring though; white cotton bra and panties.

Although this is a holiday weekend I’m afraid Yours Truly has to work on the Monday, which is a bit crap if the weather is to be nice. I’d like to get a bit of sun on Saturday or Sunday but my little bit of (shared) garden isn’t really conducive to sporting a bikini.

Flash The Fashion

Virgin phone last night. I’ve decided to go out with him again (only because he makes me laugh). Who knows, it may develop into something. I don’t really have a better option at the moment. So for now it’s ’suck it and see’, so to speak.

Not wearing panties was quite a little thrill yesterday; but today I have decided to wear some undies.

Would you all like to know what I’m wearing to work?
I wonder?

I’ll tell you anyway.

Black blouse

Tight dark grey skirt; almost a pencil skirt

Black fishnet hold-ups – quite a small fishnet design, quite sexy

Black court shoes

Black floral embroidered bra and matching high leg knickers
They are very, very see-through.

Dark red nail varnish – fingers and toes.

Time to start crossing and un-crossing my legs

Enjoy, boys (and girls)!

Babysnatcher

‘Boy on the Bus’ is (and I quote him) nearly twenty! Actually he’s just turned nineteen. Even my basic maths skills tell me that’s a seven year gap. Like I had my first job while he was in primary school.

Not just nineteen though.

A nineteen year old virgin.
Now I suppose that could be a line, but his far from accomplished kissing technique would tend to suggest that the virgin thing is true.

I’m not sure which is bothering me most, the age difference or him being a virgin.
I remember my last virgin – all ninety glorious seconds.

He is nice, though and I really quite like him. Very dry sense of hunour which had me laughing quite a lot.
Nothing meaty to report. A few kisses and a clumsy fumble for my right breast which brought my nipple to attention.

He’s phoning me tonight, but I can’t make up my mind whether or not to see him again.

So that was Friday.

Saturday was a retail therapy day followed by a few glasses of wine with a friend.

Battery love on Sunday morning. My faithfull rabbit never fails to please. When I bought my beautiful rabbit they sent me one of those little anal vibrators along with it. I hadn’t used it until Sunday. I don’t think anal does it for me. Just a buzzing sensation but no real pleasure. Maybe I need a teacher.

And here we are at Monday again and just because I felt naughty this morning I didn’t put on any knickers.
Now that does give you a buzzing sensation in the office; if only people knew to look when I cross and uncross my legs.

Hot Hot Hot

Phew, it was hot.
I mean hot.
Over 90 degrees every day.
Loved every minute, despite being a single girl in a strange land.
Last weekend before I went I treated myself to six new bikinis. Not expensive ones – I just wanted a different one for each day by the pool.
Had a full leg wax too and got my other ‘bit’ done too.
ALL OF IT!
God it was painful!
Unless you’ve had it done you might not ‘get’ what I’m about to say, but there’s something very liberating about having no hair ‘down there’. Strange, sexy, smooth.

Corfu was great!
The Greeks are so, so friendly.
Arillas is a lovely spot. A small, quiet and relaxing resort which was just what I was needing.

Thanks to Linda and Kate from England for allowing me to join them in the evenings for a meal and drinks. Lots of drinks I seem to remember!
Apologies to Steven for not letting you get into my panties.
If by some chance you are reading this – I WAS VERY TEMPTED! Sorry!
And in hindsight, I wish I had.

Now I’m back at work.
Glasgow seems so dull, almost depressing after Corfu.
It’s as if someone has turned the brightness down, like you do on your TV.

I wish I was back in the sun.

I want to live by the sea.

Somebody rescue me.