He then gave her a prescription for some pills that have made her periods less painful.
Jon's business is suffering because of the credit crunch (damn those bankers and politicians), and a few months ago he told me that I needed to find a job for a few months, but it's not that easy. Most of the jobs on offer around here are either for engineers or medical professionals. There aren't even any jobs going for hairdressers.
Eventually I managed to get a job as an admin assistant in a big office in town. My short skirts and low tops brighten-up the place, or so a couple of the men there tell me. Well, as you'd expect, I do take every opportunity to flash some skin. I've seen quite a few nice bulges in men's trousers. There's one shy, very quiet man there who is always trying to get a sneek look at me when he thinks that I haven't seen him. When I see him looking I pretend not to notice and sit with my knees open or bend forward so that he can see my nipples down my top.
The office has this break room with about 15 low chairs. I like sitting at the end opposite the coffee machines in a very un-ladylike manor. I've seen a couple of men spill their hot coffee as they try to look up my skirt. I'm a terrible tease and do let some of them see what they are trying to see. Naughty me.
I have to go there and back by bus most days because of the crap weather and having to wear a coat. That doesn't stop me having a bit of teasing fun whenever a good looking man sits next to me. Unfortunately, nearly all the buses round here these days are single-deckers so no fun going up the stairs.
On the few days that the weather has been okay I've gone to work on my bike. As I'm sure that you know, biking in a miniskirt can be 'interesting', both for the woman and for the male motorists. On the second time that I did it I got stopped by a police car. I'd passed it at some traffic lights about half a mile previous. There were 2 male policemen in it. The one that got out started giving me a lecture about me being a danger to both myself and other motorists by being dressed like I was. He told me that he'd seen my backside as my skirt floated up when I passed his car. He then had the cheek to ask me if I was wearing any underwear, saying that it was illegal to expose myself. I lied and told him that I was wearing a thong (knowing that there was no way that he could check -- well, not legally).
After apologising (always best not to upset these people) he let me go. When I got home I told Jon and Kelly, which made them laugh. The next day Jon brought these black lycra leggings. They were minute and when I looked closer they were for a 6 year old. Jon told me to put them on. I wasn't expecting to be able to but, after a lot of stretching, I got them on. Then I realises why Jon bought them. Because of the amount that they were stretched, you could see right through them. I could clearly see my puss and clit sticking out, and in the mirror I could clearly see the crack of my bum.
Jon told me to wear them under my skirt for cycling to and from work. The next day that it was sunny I did, but I didn't like it. They spoilt the feeling of my pussy rubbing on the seat. That evening when I went to the toilet to put them on under my skirt I took my skirt off and rode home in just the leggings and my top. All the motorists behind me got a good look at my butt, especially when I stopped at road junctions.
Fortunately the office is right in the centre of town and I sometimes manage to escape into the shopping centre at lunch times. I'll never get tired of going up and down those escalators. It's always good for getting a warm glow in my nether region and giving me something good to think about during the boring afternoons.
Jon has designated Wednesday is Ben-Wa day. I have to wear them all day every Wednesday. Needless to say I don't get that much work done on those days. So far I've managed to keep them in and not had any embarrassing experiences.
One Monday Jon had me go to work with a little vibe inside me, switched on. The batteries didn't run flat until about 11 o'clock by which time the inside of my thighs were very wet. I cheated that lunchtime and went and got some new batteries for it. Jon forgave me for taking it out before I got home as I'd had another couple of hours of pleasure in the afternoon.
There's one man there who seems to know when I'm aroused and is always coming over to me to ask stupid questions or to ask me to do something for him (work related that is). He's a bit of a clever sod and at first I didn't let him see anything, but as time has gone by I've relaxed and flashed him a bit.
We haven't sorted out this year's holiday yet, but it looks as if we will be going to Jon's place in Spain again. Kelly has already asked if Mandy and Hannah (an come with us. Hannah still looks about 12 or 13 and she tells us that her pubic hair still hasn't started growing. She does look cute in her school uniform.
Jon has this idea that we can take her to a swimming pool in a little girl's swim suit and then get her to run round naked like a little kid and talk to her as if she's 10 or 11. We haven't said anything to her but the idea is growing on me. I just wish that I could get away with doing that.
I wonder if I could get away with acting like I have some mental problem and keep ripping my clothes off with Jon having to put them back on and apologising for me?
I'm looking forward to getting Hannah using the 'toys' that we've got there. I just know that she's going have lots of fun.
Kelly and Mandy bet each other that they daren't go through a McDonald's drive-through naked. Jon told me that I could drive them, also in the nude. We did it one evening at a McDonalds a few miles from here. You should have seen the reaction of the young man who served us. Kelly thought that she knew him from somewhere but he never gave any signs of recognition, probably cos his eyes never went above our tits.
It was Kelly's birthday few weeks ago and she had a party at home. Fortunately we managed to keep the numbers to a reasonable quantity. It went quite well. There was a bit of alcohol but they all managed to stay relatively sober. All the girls were wearing short skirts and tops and only a couple of the girls had bras on under their tops. I know that Kelly, Mandy and Hannah didn't have knickers on but I'm not sure about the others.
Both Jon and me stayed out of the way for most of the time and I kept a dress on all the time. However there was one moment when Jon and me were fucking in out bedroom and I heard someone in the corridor. We hadn't closed the door properly and when I looked over I was sure that I saw one of the boys looking through the little gap.
I think that my body is shrinking a bit. Kelly measured me a bit ago and said that my top was 32AA. I haven't measured myself for years but I thought that I was a bit bigger than that. Whatever, Jon's still happy with my little breasts.
Towards the end of the school holidays at the end of May Jon decided to take me camping for a few days. Kelly had already arranged to stay at Mandy's for a couple of nights. We went up to North Yorkshire and found a nice, basic campsite right on the coast just south of Whitby. It was real difficult to put the tent up because of the high winds and during the first night I woke up a few times thinking that the wind would blow us out to sea.
The next morning it was still quite windy with some rain, but the weather improved over the day. For those of you who are not familiar with that part of Yorkshire, it's quite hilly and the villages tend to be in the valleys. The first day Jon decided that we would walk to Robin Hood's Bay. It was only a couple of miles along a disused railway, or along the coastal path (the Cleveland Way) so it didn't take us long. Robin Hood's Bay is a nice little village that goes down (and I really mean down) to the sea. The little road is very steep and my short skirt kept getting blown up giving a few people quite a surprise. We had lunch in a nice pub right at the bottom before walking back up the hill with a few men right behind us. The weather for the rest of the day wasn't that good so we stayed in the tent.
As I said, we were camped right on the coast, in a field well away from the farm and there were only two other couples in the same field, and they were quite a way from us.
The weather was a bit better the next morning and Jon told me to get breakfast ready naked before we got ready and went to Whitby for the day to do all the touristy things. I wore a short floaty 'A' skirt and a low slung, spaghetti strap top that is a bit too big for me really.
The walk up the 200 or so steps to the Abbey was interesting, well it was for the people lower down than me. I was too knackered to care what I was showing. Another thing that we did was to visit an amusement arcade. We spent about an hour feeding the machines with coins. At one point I suddenly noticed that there were a few men at the machines around me, but that not much money was going into the machines. I finally twigged that my top had slid round a bit and my left nipple was exposed out of the side of the top. I ignored it for about another 5 minutes before going to look for Jon.
The weather was even better next day. Jon took me to a little village right on the Moors -- Goathland. Because of the way Jon described it I wasn't expecting much, until we got there and I realised that it was the village used in the television series Heartbeat. Jon tells me that the village hasn't changed much in the last 25 years -- apart from the tourists. We also went on the North Yorkshire Moors Railway -- the steam trains and ancient carriages. Apparently, Goathland Station was used in one of the Harry Potter films as well.
