My three wolves of course remember the night in the bar when my drunk-self did not try very hard to stop the three of them from putting their hands all over me. My very short dress with no underwear and sitting on the high stool was certainly a tease on my part. I can’t say I planned what happened, but I gradually tempted them so much and got everyone so aroused, including myself, that I lost control of the situation, and perhaps myself. I say all that to say that I understand how my continuing to wear very short skirts could be seen by these three men, and others, as a continuation of my provocative and permissive behavior of that night. I can’t argue with that too much, except that I am doing a little better job in controlling the situation and up to now, a very good job in controlling myself. My skirts are actually shorter now being at the absolute minimum length when I am standing. Doing my best not to show it, guys get glimpses, it is unavoidable. The game is to convincingly pretend I don’t realize I am giving glimpses whether it is deliberate or not. Gary mentioned some jewelry I forgot to take out when I dressed for work. I have no idea how or when he saw it, but he was right that it was sparkly. So, what I am going to tell you about is in part orchestrated by me in one case, and in the other case, represents an undesirable outcome of playing with fire.

Gary, the Scottish guy, came up behind me when I was getting coffee this morning. We were alone when he patted my butt gently. I just stood there, still close to him, and did nothing but continue watching the coffee pot sputter as it filled my cup. His hand went back on my butt as I asked him how he was doing. He took my behavior as consent, and it was, although I could have been clearer. Maybe five seconds later, his fingers went under the edge of my dress and OMG, he was checking out my bare ass. His finger quickly changed to his entire hand rubbing and feeling my bare ass. I know what my ass does to you and I was confident it would work the same magic on him. I think I heard a small gasp of appreciation and I felt the energy in his hands. I red-lined being turned on and I think I leaned forward slightly to make my ass more accessible. Who knows, I think he believes we are intimate, as do I. We are both waiting for an opportunity for more guilty pleasures.

As I was picking up my cup of coffee, Fred was there in the room with us. I didn’t see when he arrived; I don’t know what he saw. Fred is the guy I made out with at the bar, but that was a mistake. I do not like him. Another guy named Steve appeared at the coffee machine, but I don’t think he was aware of the vibes in the room. Too bad because he is smoking hot. Ha.

I felt like I wanted to say something positive to Gary, but he spoke first and just said “good morning.” I said, “are you enjoying your morning,” setting him for his line which was “I am now.” We stood there with pleasantries still standing a little too close together. And before you ask, yes, I was so turned on I could barely breathe. I am guessing from all I have learned the last few weeks, that Gary was too. So yes, I liked it very much.