Doing A Carol 11
Dear Diary.
I don’t know where to start. Wow! My head is still spinning and trying to take it in as to what happened over the weekend.
Did I really do all that? Me, this conservative wallflower, who has never looked at another man in that kind of way before, has overnight, opened her petals, blossemed into a new kind of glorious bloom and wants all the thirsty, greedy and horny propagators to fly in and devour her nectar.
I know!
As there is so much much to jot down, I’m going to have to split my diary entries over two parts, one for Saturday and one for Sunday.
Right. Where do I begin?
Firstly, Michael was right. I am a slut! A top of the class, gold star award winning slut!
I can’t believe it. Me, a slut! How the fuck did that happen?
I don’t know how, but I’m going to have to hide this diary from Jerry. He’d be mortified if he found out what I’ve been up to behind his back.
Although I’m sure he’s had some ‘extra’ fun over the years.
Anyway, my hot wife journey properly started when my cab arrived and the driver couldn’t believe his eyes.
There I was, exposed as such, in a cheap, thin short white cotton dress with my black underwear clearly visable underneath.
Bastard Michael. He knew that would happen.
Sitting in the back of the cab, I would catch the driver glancing through his mirror, checking me out. Cheeky sod.
Well I don’t blaim him as, if I say so myself, I do look hot.
Feeling tipsy and naughty, I thought I’d tease the driver and quickly parted my legs slightly to briefly show off my lacy panties.
I caught him looking. It felt good.
‘Are you going out with the girls tonight?’ he asked.
‘No. Just a friend.’
He smiled. ‘I see. That’s a nice outfit.’
‘Thank you. It’s what he wanted me to wear for him.’
Oh look at me being brave with my words. I blaim my pre drinkies. Always blaim the pre drinkies.
‘Lucky friend.’
‘Yes he is.’
‘The Dog And Bone pub isn’t the best place to take a lady like you there for a date.’
‘Really? Why’s that?’
‘It’s really rough. All the baddens go there.’
‘Oh. I didn’t know that.’ I did.
‘I’d be careful if I were you. It may not be safe in there.’
‘I’m sure I’ll be able to handle it. Plus my friend will be there too. We’re not stopping, it’s just an easy place to meet up.’ I’m sure they all say that.
‘OK. Just thought I’d give you the heads up.’
‘That’s very kind of you. Thank you.’
That was nice of the driver to look out for me. It made me feel better. But that suddenly changed.
Just as we reached the pub’s car park, I received a text.
What does he want now?
Ping. ‘Sorry but my car has been playing up. Had to borrow one from work.’
Michael owns a few garages around Kent and Surrey, so he’ll have plenty of cars to pick from.
Does that mean he’s not coming?
Ping. ‘I’m going to be about ten minutes late. Wait inside for me. Get a drink if you like. I won’t be long.’
Shit. I can’t believe that the bastard is making me go in to a strange pub looking like this and then have to wait for him.
I told the cabbie my predicament and he asked if I wanted to wait in the cab with him until Michael came.
Of course the driver would want me to stay longer so that he could have a proper look. I said I’ll be OK.
What could possibly go wrong when I’ll only have a few minutes to wait for Michael?
Having paid the cabby, I slipped out of the car, pulled my dress down as I think it accidentally slid up and gave the cabby a nice view of my bottom and walked up to the peeling main door.
Outside I could hear rock music seeping through the building but no vision to look inside as the windows were covered in alsorts of advertising or there were shabby red curtains blocking out the outside world.
Should I go in? The cabbie was still there, watching me through the windscreen. I’m sure I could see his right arm moving up and down feverishly. Or it could be my imagination. Who knows?
I could go back home and disturb the cabbie from what he was doing as there’s no harm in calling the whole thing off, is there? It was a fifty, fifty decision. All my lifelines were gone left, I couldn’t ask the audience and I had no friend to call upon. It was up to me.
No, I’m not a time waster. I can do this. If I can stand up in a packed room and do a business speech in front of a bunch of powerful women, then I can easily step over the tatty threshold.
So what’s stopping me? I’m just nervous, that’s all. Who wouldn’t be?
Sod it, I thought. You only live once.
With that in mind, I brushed down my black bob wig, took a deep breath and entered the pub.
Here we go!
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