When The Cat’s Away …

BOB is going on a footballing weekend away today, so I won’t see him again until the middle of next week. So we had sex last night. I dressed up nicely and we spent the whole evening in bed.

BOB likes me to keep my bra, panties and stockings on when we do it. And it’s quite a turn on when he pulls my panties to the side just before he enters me. I gave him his first blowjob since we met. Actually his first blowjob ever. His cock is a bit too big for my delicate little mouth and I don’t think it was my best effort. But he seemed to enjoy it. It was a good night and we tried a few things. I think he liked my vibrator teasing his gorgeous butt. I may take that a little further.

However, while he is away I am going with a guy from our sales department. He asked me yesterday and I said ‘Yes’.
So I have a date tonight.
And the weather is lovely and warm.
And that might mean no panties.

Commando

I love lingerie.

Satin on skin.

Nylons on freshly shaved legs.

Silk panties which ‘hold’ a woman’s perfume like no other material can.

But that said, there’s something deliciously wicked about not wearing any panties at all. And today is such a day. I feel like I act differently when I do this. Part of me wants to show off; tell others what I’m doing. Get some reaction.

Tart at heart?

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.

The Other Vicky

Followers of this blog will know that I had my first lesbian experience a few months back. And whilst it was most enjoyable (I think different was the word I eventually used) I don’t think there is a substitute for a real cock.
That said, I googled ‘officegirlvicky’ and discovered my ‘doppelganger’.  While I was looking at pictures of her on my computer I realised that I was getting rather wet. And the more I looked into her eyes and at her provocative poses, the wetter I was becoming. I’m not really one for fingering my pussy as I browse on-line but I really couldn’t stop myself. Here are a few pics of her which might explain why my knickers got so wet.

This was the first picture I saw of her and it was the look in her eyes and the way her mouth was slightly raised to one side that got me interested.

I was now eager for more. Same look in those eyes and the black  stockings and short skirt.

Same look again. And look at those sheer stockings. How I wished that were my hand.

At this point my hand was inside my panties, imagining what her pussy was like beneath her panties. Shaved?
Cocks can be nice but pussies can be stunning!

Not as hot as the last one, but I know this is a pose  that BOB likes me to do. Something very basic about being taken from behind. And of course you can imagine it is whoever you want it to be.

Fairly demure picture but by now I was on a roll.

I wanted so much to be there. Smell her perfume. Taste her.  I had three fingers inside me by now and I came looking at this picture.  A surprisingly intensive orgasm considering I was only looking at photographs.

Don’t you just love this pose?
The only reason I’ve posted it is because I’m certain I have the exact same panties as her.
Take away the face and it could be me.

Quite a long post to describe just 10 minutes of my life.

Old Skool

‘Touchingtheelephant’, thanks for your comments. I’m sorry but ‘Nurse’ is the one I least wanted to dress as. However I will be in uniform. Guys like girls in uniforms if my past is anything to go by. My old school uniform will be making a re-appearance this evening. Picture available here: Read ‘Theme Park’.

Won’t cost me anything as my school skirt still fits. White bra, panties and suspender belt with black stockings. Not ’school’ shoes; I’m thinking killer heels.

A sort of mantrap you might say. How can a man resist an innocent schoolgirl? I have a feeling that sex will be on my agenda tonight.

Linda the lesbian is going as Superman. I think it’s got to do with stuffing something down those pants.

Moonlight Serenade

Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

You get out of the habit of posting. I almost don’t miss blogging, but it seems some of you want to be kept informed of my comings and goings. (Not many comings!)

So I’ve been to Spain and back. I was a reasonably good girl. Only succumbed once to my host’s advances. By the pool, in the moonlight, after a bottle of wine each. Fully clothed type sex; skirt up round my waist, top pulled down and breasts exposed, shoes on, panties pulled to one side. Frantic, hot and sexy.

That’s probably enough detail.

Weather quite good apart from a mini typhoon type thing the middle weekend. Lots of nude sunbathing (villa was not over-looked). Something very liberating about getting your kit off and laying naked in the sun.

Tan is fading already; my legs are ‘peeling’ – you know, that fine flaky way. Exfoliation here we come.

Nice to speak to you all again.

V

xxx

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)!

Obsession

Lesbian sounds quite a harsh word. Rather than call the office lesbian the lesbian I’ve decided from now on she’ll be known as Linda.
I still haven’t taken her up on her offer; I’m having so many strange feelings about what it would be like. My panties get wet if I think about her long enough. But what do I do? I can hardly say to her ‘Okay, can you come over and fuck me this weekend?’ Seems a bit cold and rehearsed. But I’m getting to the point where I can’t stop thinking about her, or maybe it’s just the idea of her.

When I dressed for work today (Tuesday) I think I dressed for her. It’s been a bit cool in Glasgow the last couple of days so I decided on stockings rather than bare legs. Wearing a tight top and quite a short skirt. Also the new bra and panties I got at the weekend. And she noticed. I was getting a coffee about 10 this morning and she came into the office kitchen, walked up behind me, put her hand lightly round my waist and whispered how lovely I was looking. I turned round but she was already walking back to the office.
I think I would have kissed her had she stayed.

It’s obsession.

I like it and I don’t like it.

And my panties need changing.

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.