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?

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.

Celibation Time

Men!

God you are so predictable. Sometimes that’s what fascinates me, but more often that not it’s your downfall.

I’m mildly attractive, but there were more attractive girls than me at the Halloween party. But because I was the one wearing a school uniform it was me who seemed to get all the attention. Flattering at first but a pain in the backside by the end of the night. What is it about mini skirts and black stockings that has that effect on that thing you keep in your pants? My fault for wearing the outfit I suppose, but nine offers of sex in three hours?

Left the party at eleven with Linda and stayed at hers overnight. By the way, she was just as bad as you men. Either way I kept myself intact with my gym knickers securely on. All in all the night was a bit of a let down.

Treated myself to new camera on Saturday. Been promising myself one for ages. Haven’t taken too many photographs yet as I’m still working my way through the manual (most of which seems to be written in French for some unknown reason). Linda has offered to do a ‘glamour’ shoot of me which I think could be fun. By way of a taster …

My attempt at making tights look sexy. This is what I love about the internet – having the freedom to post pictures like this and know that people are actually looking at me.

Not much else to report; it was a ‘Strictly Come Dancing’ and ‘X Factor’ weekend.
Bought myself two new jumpers on Sunday (one green, one gold) and also some tights. I know…TIGHTS! I am a stockings girl but some of the colours and patterns just now are really cool.

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.

Dress Me Up – You Know You Want To

Halloween tomorrow; and I want you to dress me up.

First I need to say I’m not a huge fan of Halloween, but I have a party invite so I ‘m going to make the effort. Not a big affair, but about fifty or sixty are going. The hosts have a big house.

So what are the options?

• ‘The Tart’, but I hear you say ‘That would just look like any other Friday’
• ‘The Nurse’, sexy I suppose, but a bit predictable
• ‘Red Riding Hood’ This one has been going through my mind; red jacket, skirt, stockings and heels, and a little wicker basket for my Pinot Grigio. Mmmm  a possibility
• ‘A Man’. I don’t know. Would I pass? I like to think I wouldn’t. Linda, my lesbian friend, is invited too, and she thinks this would be a lovely idea. I think she would like to dress up as a girl. I’d like to see her in ‘girlie’ mode. I think she would be quite stunning.
• ‘Vampire’. The gothic female neckbiter. White make-up, black lips, long black torn dress, glimpses of black stockings beneath. I love horror films and books. Can’t beat being scared shitless.
  

What do you think?

I’m really quite shy, but when you are ’someone else’ it’s so much fun. Even better if you are not recognised. That’s what I’d really like. To be an anonymous head turner.

‘Who’s that girl?’

If you have the time please leave a comment. How would you dress me?

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)!

What Not To Wear

Linda is back at work today.

And I have taken the first step. We are going out for a drink after work tomorrow. I’m hoping the next step will come naturally.

I find myself doing things I never did for my last boyfriend. Spent ages shaving and trimming my pussy last night. If we get to it I want to look nice down there. I’m wearing sexier underwear to work (red today, Kellie).

I’m not sure what to wear tomorrow.
Black stockings and suspenders? Nice high heels, mini-skirt? I don’t want to look too tarty (although I kind of feel like one). Maybe I should wear trousers, make it look like it’s all un-planned. This is quite a tough decision.
Call Trinny and Susannah, or Gok.
All suggestions welcome.

This whole thing is giving me an incredible buzz.

I hope I don’t chicken out.

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.

Wanted: Nice Man … and a new job please

Well it’s been a while since my last post and life has moved on, and me with it.

I walked out of my job last week. Thursday to be precise. Noon to absolutely specific. High noon!
Now I know this isn’t exactly the brightest thing to do when you don’t have something else to go to. You’d think a girl of my reasonable intelligence would know better.
In any case the deed is done and at the moment I’m happy with my decision.
I’ve no doubt that the ‘boss’ situation had something to do with it, but I always felt this job was a stop gap for me. I was over qualified (am over qualified) and I feel quite positive about the future. We’ll see how I feel come payday!

My last official task was to make ‘bossman’ a coffee. My university degree proved so useful for that.
My last unofficial task was to take photographs of myself doing nothing in the office other than flashing my legs. Not at all sure why I did it. At the time it felt like I was making some power statement, but it just feels stupid now.
No job, but some nice pictures.
I may devote a page to them one day.
By way of a taster…

I love the way these stockings ‘wrinkle’.
The skirt has to go. Typical work skirt that you wear two or three times a week sometimes. Decided it should go along with the job.

So ‘Officegirlvicky’ is no more.

Welcome back Veronica.

Single

Jobless

Skirtless

So I’ve had a lot of spare time on my hands. Lots of time for thinking. I’ve tried to summarise where I am.

• I don’t miss my boyfriend
• I do miss the companionship
• I don’t want to see my ex-boss again (that was stupidest thing I have ever done)
• I don’t miss that job
• I need a new job
• I like wine
• I like sex
• I miss sex
• I want a nice man
• I want a nice man who makes me laugh
• I want a nice man who brings me flowers on UN-special occasions
• I want a nice man who will cuddle me while we watch a DVD on a Saturday night
• I want a nice man who cooks
• And I would quite like a nice man who knows where my clitoris is!

Now ideally these nice men would be one single nice man, but I suspect he doesn’t exist. Well not on this planet. Oh, and it would be really cool if he had money. Just enough to be extremely comfortable.
Not asking for much, huh?

Well if you fit the bill, email me for an application form.

xxx