Doing A Caro 14
Dear Diary.
Wow. What a night!
It’s Sunday morning and my head is in such a tizz.
I can’t believe that I was such a slut, so brazen and a complete show off. I never thought I had that in me. Little ol’ me! What was I thinking?
Well, I must admit that the drink did help to release my naughty inabitions, didn’t it? So tonight, I will try and not have too much pre drinkies as I’ll need to see if I can do this whilst staying a bit sober. We’ll see!
I wonder what Michael has in store for me later? If last night was the starting point, what’s the next step?
Now Diary, I know this is my just-woken-up before coffee moment, but do I remember what happened last night? Yes I do. And was it fun? Yes it was. And would I do it again? Yes I would. And would I go even further next time? What does that mean? Strip completely naked? Well I did that already for Michael. But would I let another man touch me? Fuck me, even?
I’m not sure on that one. I guess it may depend on the situation and who’s involved. I want Michael to be involved. He can touch me, fondle me and fuck me. That would be good. Very good.
Ping.
Oh, talk of the Devil. What does he want at this time on a Sunday morning?
Ping. ‘Good morning my sexy slut. Did you have fun last night?’
‘Yes I did. And you? Did you have fun?’
Ping. ‘Of course.’
‘Did Sara ask where you were?’
Ping. ‘No. She knew I was going out. What about Jerry?’
‘He doesn’t know, obviously.’
Ping. ‘What would he say if he found out what you’ve been up to?’
‘I’ll approach that when, or if it happens.’
Ping. ‘Have you opened your package yet?’
‘Yes I did, thank you. I had a peek earlier. It’s very revealing.’
Ping. ‘It’s supposed to be. An ideal outfit for my slut.’
Micheal gave me a small bag containing a long blonde wig and a sheer crotchless bodystocking, with a card inside saying, ‘For your next training session.’
Ping. ‘You’re welcome.’
‘I guess I’m not just wearing that, or am I?’ Please say no. Please say no.
Ping. ‘No. You must wear that underneath a blouse and a short skirt. No underwear except for that bodystocking. Same shoes that you wore last night too.’
‘And my training?’
Ping. ‘All will be revealed. I will pick you up at your home at 10pm. I will be using the same car again.’
Then ping. A picture arrived. It was of me getting out of the car. ‘You take a great pic by the way.’
‘Thank you.’ Blimey, was that really me dressed up like that? I have to admit I did look sexy. ‘That’s a naughty picture of me.’
Ping. ‘Certainly is. And I have more!’
Of course you do as you didn’t stop snapping me.
Oh shit! I just remembered. Someone else had taken pics of me in the pub. Shit! I bet they’re all over the Internet by now and on some dodgy websites, possibly saved in someone’s wank bank. Shit!
Well it’s a good job I had that wig on. I don’t think anyone would recognise me and it was rather dark in there. Yes. That’s what I’m saying to myself and I’m sticking to it.
‘I hope you’re keeping those pictures to yourself?’
Ping. ‘Of course. Who would I share them with?’
‘I don’t know.’
Ping. ‘You shouldn’t be ashamed of your body. It’s beautiful.’
‘Thank you. I’m not ashamed, just shy.’
Ping. ‘There’s no need to be shy. I bet there are loads of men who would love to see you looking like that.’
‘Don’t be silly.’
Ping. ‘I’m not. You’d be surprised who thinks you’re sexy. Look at those guys in the pub. They couldn’t take their eyes off you.’
Michael was right there.
Ping. ‘I bet they’d love a picture of you on how you were dressed last night.’
‘Really?’
Ping. ‘Too right. Your pics would make them hot under the collar.’
‘Have you got anyone in mind who would want to see them then?’ Was this part of the training too?
Ping. ‘No not yet. I can find out who’d like a pic, if you like?’
Do I like? I’m not sure. Am I being pressured into something that I don’t want to do? Well, no as I enjoyed being watched at the pub. It made me really horny. So having someone see a naughty pic of me is the same thing, isn’t it?
‘OK. You can share a few pics. But you must be discreet.’
Ping. ‘You have my word.’
‘Good. I need to go and get dressed now.’
Ping. ‘Great. I’ll let you know when I find someone who likes your pics. See you tonight.’
Was that wise of me? Well I do feel wanted that someone would like my pics and especially at my age. For fucks sake I’m getting horny thinking about it.
Right. I need to take my mind off it and make a quick coffee, have my morning shower and breakfast before checking my emails. And then I’ll give Jerry a ring to say I’ll be home Monday evening.
He’s used to me staying here for the odd weekend as he knows I just work, go home, watch the TV then bed. But not this time. Definitely not this time.
Anyway, I bet he’s out with some floozy and doing the do with her.
Right. I must get up and sort myself out. I want to pop into the shop later and do some paperwork before tonight.
Plus Marta and I are popping out for a late Sunday lunch, just to catch up on things.
We have such a laugh when we get together. So it will be good to have a girly chat before my next training session.
I wish I could tell her what I’ve done. But I don’t want my secret to be let out yet.
Not until I’m ready.
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