The Naughty Diaries 2010 - October

The Naughty Diaries 2010 - October

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This is the fourth part of a bit of a catch-up of the past 6 months, as I haven’t posted anything for ages. Starting from this month, a new monthly blog entry will be posted (probably in the first week or so of the following month), tentatively titled “The Naughty Diaries”, although I’ll change it if I think of a better name, which will either be a blog entry about a particular event during that month, or a summary of my month. This shouldn’t effect there being other random blogs throughout the months as well, this idea is just to encourage me to post at least once a month.

Six blogs will be posted in January to trial this idea, one each for the July-December 2010 months, before it’s officially launched on a more current basis for January 2011 onwards.
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“Mailman Delight, and the Work Conference”

For those of you that know, my birthday’s in October. For those of you that don’t – did you know that it’s my birthday in October?! lol

So this past October, I turned the ripe old age of 28, (everybody all together... Happy Birthday to MEEE, Happy Birthday to MEEE... lol).

And of course, birthdays mean presents. And of course presents, when you live miles away from many family members who may want to give you presents, means that our Mailman is a busy bee delivering parcels to me from all the people who love me soooo much!

(Note – in the UK we obviously use the term “postman” rather than “mailman”, but I thought that the term mailman may be a more internationally recognised phrase, which is why I will call our Postman the Mailman for the purposes of this blog entry.)

We’ve had a new mailman on our route for the past few months – our mail used to come pretty late, around lunch-time most days, but they must have changed the route or something when they put somebody new on, so everything’s delivered in a different order, and we now get it much earlier in the day, around 7a.m., which is obviously a good thing for us, as there’s usually somebody at home at that time, so we not only get our mail before we go to work, but we are at home to take in parcels, rather than suffering the inconvenience of collecting them from the sorting office at the weekend.

And whilst I’m sure the added convenience to us is the most important thing, the mailman gets his perks from it to.

You see, when I’m getting ready in the morning, J prefers that the last thing I do is actually get dressed, so for the most part, between the time I get up, and about 10 minutes before I leave the house, I’m usually in some sort of state of undress, maybe naked, maybe in just my lingerie, maybe seemingly ready to go out, with full make-up, jewellery and accessories, if it wasn’t for my lack of skirt and top. So when there’s a knock on the door at 7.30am at my house, the chances are you’re going to find a site a lot more appealing than an unkempt girl in an unflattering fluffy robe! ;-p

So the mailman certainly caught a few eyefuls of me wearing very little as I scurried to answer the door in the run-up to my birthday. Because let’s be honest, you know me a little bit by now, do you really think I go out of my way to cover myself up?! Lol

Frankly, the best I really did to cover myself up was to not open the door all the way! But even that doesn't really work when you have to take a parcel off him and sometimes even sign the form on his clipboard. He saw stockings, he saw bra, he saw my ass covered in nothing but a thong!

I think the best two examples was when I answered the door and stuck my head around, I was topless, only wearing stockings, thong, and heels. He gave me the parcel and told me I had to sign for it - still about 70% behind the door, I reached my one hand round the door to take the parcel, doing my best to stay behind the door, but I had to step out a little bit, so I had my other hand across my breasts so he wouldn't see too much – I have to pretend to be demure at least! After I took the parcel I had to step out from behind the door a little more to sign the sheet, so I just held the parcel to my chest (it was a padded envelope probably a little smaller than A3 size) to cover up. I was probably only a quarter hidden behind the door at this point. I took his clipboard, signed the form, gave it back to him with a smile and a big thank you, and closed the door with him standing there, eyes wide and mouth slightly open! lol.

The other good example was another parcel that had to be signed for, but this one was a fairly big box. Luckily I was a little more dressed this time, as I had on stockings, bra, thong, and heels, as well as a white shirt with just one button done up on the front, and it only came down to just about cover the bottom of my ass. I obviously had to open the door a fair bit wider to take the box off him and get it through the door. So the door was wide open as I took the box, turned around and put it down a couple of feet behind me. Bending at the waist of course (don't worry, it wasn't a heavy box, so don't call the health and safety police on me!! lol), so the shirt rode up really high and revealed my thong covered ass to him. I then had to walk back to the door, and sign his piece of paper. God knows what I would have done if I'd been wearing the previous outfit (or lack of) when this parcel came. He really would have got a show then. Or maybe I'd have had to have asked him to bring it in while I hid behind the door or something!

Anyway, ever since that the mailman seems to be knocking on the door a good few mornings each week to hand over the mail in person, even if it's just a solitary letter that could easily be posted through the letterbox. It reminds me of that scene in Charlie’s Angels where Cameron Diaz always answers the door to the mailman in her underwear and then says something like "you know you can just shove it in my slot!" or something like that! lol.

But I'm sure he's just a conscientious worker, and doesn't have any ulterior motives! lol

I also had a work conference in October. A 2 day getaway at a posh hotel for all the finance workers in the business - about 50/60 or so based at 5 locations around the country. Got to finally see a lot of the people I spend all day at work flirting with on the phone! lol. I really am known as a bit of a flirty phone floozy at work! So that was fun.

I obviously did try and dress a little fun and sexy, as I always do when I get the opportuinity, especially when meeting new people. A line of some sorts has to be drawn in certain circumstances though, as usually I do go a little extra slutty when I'm away from home and away from the normal four walls of home or office, but obviously, this was work, it was during the day so I was even getting paid to be there. Plus the day dress-code was smart-casual. The worst possible dress-code ever - what exactly is smart casual, nobody knows!! lol

But my daytime "smart-casual" outfit was an off-the-shoulder casual red top, it's not what you'd call low-cut, but although it's tight enough to be quite form fitting, it's equally loose enough at the neckline to see right down the front when bending down etc. A black skirt that was form fitting again, quite long for me at just past the knee, but with one hell of a split up the front of the right leg that goes right to the top of my thigh. I wanted to make a sexy first impression to some of the work colleagues I hadn't met in person, so I decided to wear a pair of black striped fishnet stockings - just black fishnets with almost seam-like black lines going down them all the way around. The split in my skirt came to just below the welt of the stocking when standing, so I revealed a bit of stocking top when sitting. Underneath all that I had on some very sexy lingerie, it was an item I call my slutty secretary lingerie, which J particular loves. It's cupless, so doesn't cover my breasts at all, it has a black with white pinstripe bodice that is almost corset-like, which leads into a thong style bottom half. It also has suspender/garter straps to attach to the stockings (although they're not massively helpful to be completely honest when worn with proper stockings - but my stockings were hold-ups, so it worked fine connecting it to them, as they only needed a slight bit of help to stay up, which is all they got!!).

Finished off with a pair of black 4" heel slingback shoes.

I really do wonder sometimes why I even bother wearing some of the underwear I have. I mean, seriously, it didn't really cover anything that traditional underwear is designed to cover. But, I do like the slutty underwear, which was especially great with the top I had on, as you could see the bra straps because the top was off-the-shoulder. But then you look at my chest and you think "those boobs are clearly quite free under there". There's definitely a bit of bounce that bra's traditionally don't allow, and some of the air-con's in that hotel gave a couple of extra ‘pointers’ that I may have been braless, if you know what I mean! Lol. So I just find it amusing watching people's brains tick away trying to work out why it kind of seems like I'm not wearing a bra, but they can see bra straps, so I must be. Men can get very confused very easily! lol

So I had fun with that all day.

The evening meal, with fake-casino and drinks etc was a smart but not too smart occasion. Like trousers and shirt but no tie kind of dress-code for men. What that means for women is anybody's guess though - you guys really have it easy with dress-codes!

So for the "smart" evening, I wore a "little black dress". Nothing too smart, it was even quite high necked for me, but was very short that more than made up for it. Black stockings with a black suspender belt, and black 5" heels. I actually didn't wear anything else underneath it - I was trying to pack light when I packed the previous evening, so my choice was my hair straighteners or a second set of underwear - I stand by my choice! lol

It was a fun time though, as the evening progressed everybody became fairly drunk (including myself), despite the warnings we’d been given prior to the day that we should be on our best behaviour as we were representing the company, and when the hotel closed the bar a little after 11pm, a large group of us all headed over to a bar across the road, where we stayed until gone 3am. We danced a bit, and even had a mess around on the stripper-like pole that was in the bar for some reason. I have to say that I did very well in my drunk and under-dressed state to be quite elegant in my little foray with the pole, and not flash the whole world everything I had to offer! Not saying I didn’t flash ANYTHING, I’m just saying I didn’t flash EVERYTHING! ;-p

Then about 5 or 6 of us went back to one of the rooms and drank and chatted a bit more, with what ends up when you’re this drunk as very thinly veiled flirting and sexual innuendo, until we finally all found our way back to our rooms at close to 5am. I’ll be honest with you, I had 2 very concrete offers to not go back to my own room that night. But I politely declined both offers.

It’s my own fault I get propositioned really. I’m too much of a floozy! Lol. When on a night out like this, I don’t really mind friends or colleagues getting a bit of a grope or a feel, and sometimes there’s even a bit of sexy grinding going on whilst dancing – especially if I feel an impressive bulge pushing toward me. Get me drunk enough, or get me under some mistletoe at Christmas and a bit of a full-on kiss isn’t always out of the question either.

But anyway, after hitting the sack at gone 5am, it was up at 8 for breakfast, out of the hotel for a little after 9, and back into the office for 10.30 for a hard days work! lol. A lot of tired (or hungover) little faces in the office that day. Some of the bosses "worked from home", but the rest of us don't have that luxury! lol