Monday 26th November – Stockings with tight black skirt and braless too

It’s really cold at the moment and so going bare legged isn’t on, so today I wore my suspender belt with sheer black stockings and high court shoes. I chose a skirt (about 3 inches above the knee) that was tight and thin enough to show the bumps of the fasteners.

I didn’t put any knickers on, and unusually for me I didn’t even put any in my handbag for the odd ‘just in case’ occasion. 

Additionally, as I was planning to wear a cardigan (and keep it fastened) all day I went braless with a shirt that I could never wear for work without something under it. Very sheer black and quite fitted.

It’s not a top I wear very often because it’s just too see-through to go without a bra and I usually like to go braless and because it’s fitted a camisole isn’t comfortable.  I suppose it’s intended to be worn with the intention of having ones underwear on show like many girls do these days.

A while ago I wore it with jeans when I went on a bit of a Manchester pub crawl with husband on a warm summer Saturday evening. Even then, in the pubs where girls where wearing all kinds of clothes, it was a bit too revealing and I ended up spending much of the evening with my arms folded.

I Quite enjoyed wearing it today even if I didn’t have the courage to undo my cardigan.

Sunday 18th November – Morrison’s in my naked dress

Didn’t get up until 10 this morning and then sat about until gone 11. Realising that I had to get a few things from the super market I had to get a move on. Eventually, I got round to getting a shower and getting ready. Looking at the weather and feeling a little on the frisky side I decided to wear the naked dress.

There’s no way I’d wear it for the supermarket with high shoes, it would look ridiculous, so I wore it bare legged with a pair of white trainers and a short denim jacket which gave it a sort of casual sporty look. In order to avoid staining the back of the dress by sitting on it without underwear, I put a pair of knickers on for the drive to Morrison’s; slipping them off once I reached the car park.

Walking from the car to the shop with the feeling of my braless boobs moving freely and my nipples showing really well, combined with the feeling of the cold air on my bare thighs and between my legs made me feel very vulnerable and fantastically aware I was naked under the short, thin dress.

I left my knickers off for the drive home and kept the dress on for the rest of the day, wearing it with a jumper over the top of it in place of the jacket.

Thursday 1st November - hold ups with a button-through skirt

Went for high court shoes, black opaque hold-ups with my black button-through skirt today. I’d worn knickers for the drive over to Manchester but slipped them off in the car park; something I do quite often these days. With just enough buttons undone to give a glimpse of stocking top and a nice occasional view of the flesh above as I walked.

The feeling of the cold air circulating around the tops of my thighs and between my legs was a glorious reminder of my state of undress.

Once in the office I fastened just one more button which was enough to cover the stocking tops most of the time but still gave the odd flash throughout the day.

It’s dark for the walk back to the car in the evening and so I undid even more buttons than were open on the walk to work from the car park. I don’t think I was quite showing everything but it must have been no more than a couple of inches away from doing so. Certainly I was exposing my legs well above the stocking tops.

It was freezing but fantastically exciting and a great end to the working day.

Wednesday 31st October – braless with a red dress today

Not due in work until later this morning so I'm going in to Manchester a little later (to miss some of the traffic) but should still have time to call in to Carluccio’s for a coffee.

I’m wearing a slim fitting, just above the knee length, red dress. It’s made of quite thin, none stretch fabric and doesn’t leave very much to the imagination. When I first put it on this morning I thought it might be OK to wear it with hold-ups without knickers but, although I’ve gone commando with it a good few times I considered it looked just a bit too daring for work. So, although I’m not actually wearing any knickers I’ve put some sheer black tights on. I’ve left my bra off - this is one of the items of clothes I’m funny about and have never worn a bra with and never intent to - but have a red cardigan on which goes some way to maintaining sufficient modesty for the office.

I have quite few items of clothing that I’m funny about underwear with. Like this dress which I’ll never wear a bra with and the ‘naked dress’ with which I just know I will never want to wear if I’m unable to leave all my underwear off.  I’ll try to explain what I mean one day.

Need to be quick. Off I go soon.

Saturday 27th October – changing room experience

Found some quite nice trousers and took a pair in to the changing room. I slipped my skirt off and was now just wearing my little knickers (I’d taken my stockings off) and a fairly revealing top (need I say that I wasn’t wearing a bra) and tried the trousers on. Not too bad but just a little too tight. So rather than getting dressed again, I asked the assistant if she could help me by getting the next size. She had no problem with this and went off to find them.

While I was waiting I remained standing in the cubicle but with the curtain about half way open full in the knowledge that I could be seen from the shop area. I was hugely pleased to see that I was noticed by two men who were hanging round outside waiting for their wives/girlfriends.

The assistant came back with the trousers. Making a pathetic attempt to close the curtain and leaving it open about 6 inches I tried the new trousers on. Leaving the changing room I went over to one of the full length mirrors and stood quite close to one of the men who I’d caught looking at me. The trousers were perfect.

Back in the cubicle, with the curtain still open a few inches, I took the trousers off and pulled my stockings back on. As I was wrapping my skirt around my waist I thought that as I’d finished trying clothes on for the day I’d take my knickers off because, even though I like the feel of them, I really wouldn’t be needing them anymore and would spend the rest of the day without underwear. I have no idea if the bloke noticed me slipping my knickers off; I really hope he did, I just love the idea that he knew I was commando because I ended up just in front of him and his wife in the queue for the till.

As I popped my knickers into my hand bag it was nice to see there was a small wet patch between the legs on the gusset had they had one!

Saturday 27th October – Manchester stocking and leg show

A lovely day today and so while Husband was at work I went in to Manchester for a mooch round the shops and a coffee or two. I wore black, opaque hold-ups with my button-through skirt and quite high stiletto heeled shoes - not great for walking but I thought and manage for a few hours.

As I was sort of half planning to buy some trousers (if I found the right pair) I thought it best to wear knickers on this occasion. So I was wearing some lovely light blue silky very brief shorts style knickers which very low cut and because they don’t have any ‘gusset reinforcement’ get right in to every part of me.

To say something I wouldn’t normally put in my blog, I have worn these knickers during foreplay and also during masturbation a few times. They feel so wonderful to touch when I make myself come and Husband loves them too. It is a lovely turn on for me to just move them to one side and keep them on while making love.

Today, I was really hoping to get an opportunity to show them off even if it was only going to be other women in one of the few communal changing rooms left these days.

As usual, I headed for Costa at the top of Market Street with just enough buttons undone to give those on my left side a slight flash of the flesh above the stocking top with each step I took. In Costa I was unable to get one of the high seats in the window so had to make do with another table which wasn’t as good but I was as least able to sit crosses legged exposing a reasonable amount of thigh.

First coffee of the day finished and I went straight over to Debenhams to look for some trousers.

Friday 5th October – driving to Leeds with two male colleagues

Had I known I’d be driving over to Leeds before I left the house I’d probably have worn tights, but because I thought I’d be spending all day behind the desk I was wearing the new ASDA skirt (the one I wore when I went to Birmingham last time) with sheer black hold-ups.

At my desk the stockings were a nice daring little event for my private enjoyment, but with me driving a car, as I’d learnt on the way to the office, it was a bit of a problem.  You see it’s all but impossible to cover my leg enough to hide the stocking tops.  

Before the three of us left the building (I was driving two male colleagues) I nipped in to the loo in order to pull my stockings as high up my thigh as they would go.  At this time I also considered putting my knickers on (which were in my handbag) but, in a fit of bravery, decided not to. Walking to the car park, the feel of the cold air around my thighs and between my legs was really very enjoyable and I was pleased I hadn’t put my knickers on.

As I got in to the car I made sure my skirt was pulled down as low as I reasonably could and sat down. But when I plonked myself down on to the seat, for just a split second there was a flash of pale the skin above the top of my left stocking. I quickly adjusted my skirt and all was well with just an occasional slight peep of the thicker, darker part of the stocking top visible when I changed gear; which would just have to be OK.

For most of the time, I kept my left arm off the steering wheel and laying it on my leg covering the highest part of the split; only revealing it when I needed to change gear. After I while I started to forget about it and ended up leaving the split uncovered for more time than it was covered. Resigned to the fact that the two men I was with surely must have already seen everything they were going to see anyway.

Thursday 4th October – everybody in the office must know I'm commando

I was only in work for a few hours this morning as I’ve ended up with more time to use up than I expected and as I was a bit fed up with the jobs I had to do today I took most of the afternoon off.

Wore my mustard coloured trousers today which as I’ve mentioned before all but cut me in half – Husband loves me to wear them – and as you’d expect I didn’t wear any knickers with them. On top I was braless with a very sheer black polyester blouse. It’s far too see-through to go without anything under it so I was wearing a flesh coloured spaghetti strapped camisole. 

I took every opportunity to walk round the office because I just love to see the looks I get from the blokes. It seems to me that they just can’t take their eyes off my arse and I can almost feel their eyes burning in to me. I’d be amazed if there’s anyone in the building that doesn’t know I’m commando with these fantastic trousers and I just love to tease them.

 

Cruel I know, but a girl’s got to have some fun.

Wednesday 3rd October – wonderfully naked under a tight dress

Given that quite soon the weather will be really starting to turn wintry I realise that my days comfortably going bare legged (and therefore completely naked under my dresses) are numbered so I was keen to make the most of what looked like could be a reasonable day. 

Today I went for a dress I haven’t worn for ages. It’s one I bought from Jane Norman about a year ago. Made from lovely fine wool, it’s mid grey, very slim fitting with a split over my left leg. I had it shortened to just above knee length and the split lengthened a little (it now comes about half way up my thigh) when I bought it. It looks a bit like it’s a high waisted skirt worn with a black shirt, but it is actually a dress. 

Although in the past I’ve mostly worn tights with this dress I have worn it without knickers a couple of times but I’ve never worn it to work without a bra. Once I had it on I could see why. 

Even with all the buttons fastened the ‘shirt’ part of it is quite low and it is difficult to go braless with it because I have to make sure I stay aware that if I bend over, lean forward slightly, or someone stands to the side they can easily see more that I’m happy showing in work. As I go without a bra so often it’s very easy for me to forget and it could cause unnecessary embarrassment to colleagues and that’s not what I want. 

But today I was determined to go to work without any underwear and I really wanted to be completely naked under my dress so my bra stayed in the draw.

From when I first put the dress on I left all the buttons on the top of the dress undone, which I think looked fabulous and if I was on a night out I’d defiantly leave them open all the time, however I was always going to fasten them while I was in the office. I did leave them undone for the drive to work and the walk from the car park and I spent the time fantasising whether I’d have the courage to undo them at lunchtime when I was planning to have a little wander around the shops. 

With the top of the dress providing no support for my boobs I could feeling the bouncing and jiggling nicely and with lower part of the dress being so fitted I could feel the fabric all over my body and with the chilly air circulating through the split and around the top of my thighs I was very aware the I was naked under the dress and I felt very daring and quite wonderful. During the time walking to the office I decided that I wouldn’t fasten the top until I got to my desk. 

There was just a few people in the office when I go there and I had to resist checking my top as I walked in to the open plan room as I was worried I’d chicken out if I did. As it is I made it through the room and have to say that the feeling of excitement was fantastic and well worth the effort of plucking up the courage to do it. I didn’t look at anyone to see if they were looking at me but I’m hoping at least someone will have seen me.

Tuesday 2nd October – feel I need to up the ante

Today I’ve been trying to think of something new and daring to do in work. In part because I reread my blog last night and thought it had become all very samey. Which is OK for me, and hopefully those that enjoy seeing me, but probably getting a bit boring for readers. I think it needs to be more than just a record of whether I’m wearing underwear or not. However, I’m struggling with what I can do precisely because its work and I need to be at least a little professional and sensible in the way I dress.

I am trying to come up with some nice scenarios to engage in and write about – and I’m sure I will - so please don’t stop reading.

Saturday 29th September – exposing myself with open legs in the ‘naked’ dress

Husband was working and I was meeting a friend in Manchester for a few coffees and a walk around the shops. The weather was great so I decided to give my ‘naked’ dress another outing. This time wearing it with a cropped denim jacket and flat Doc Marten flip-flop style sandels; obviously no underwear.

Again I wore knickers for the drive and again I slipped them off when I arrived at the car park. We’d arranged to meet in Costa at the top end of Market Street near Piccadilly and the walk from the car park near the MEN was glorious. My boobs feeling fabulous and my nipples showing through strongly I was even quite relaxed with the hemline working its way up my bare thigh and played a game with myself to see how long I could resist checking it as I walked. It seems to reach a certain high and then stays there and goes no higher. So by the time I’d got to Marks and Spencer I no longer felt the need to check at all.

As with my other friend last week, I was greeted with a look of surprise when she saw me in the dress. In fact she whispered to me “What on earth are you wearing under that dress” I didn’t have time to say anything before she said “Just typical, only you could get away with that”.  We had a coffee and then went over to Debenhams to look at the clothes.

I didn’t think it was right for me to try any clothes on because I’d have had to get completely naked and I wasn’t sure what the shop would thing about the hygiene situation with my lack of underwear but I at least thought I’d try some shoes on which would possible give an opportunity for some serious exposure. I don’t think I managed it in Debenhams as there was no one in the right position to see me. However, this situation was corrected in the new Doc Marten shop where I successfully gave a bloke a perfect view between my legs as I tried a pair of chunky red shoes on.

I know 100% that he saw me because, not only was he in exactly the right place, the shop was very light and bright and I opened my legs a little further than I actually intended his face said everything. The thrill I felt was fantastic and although I tried it again a little later in Cafe Nero near next I didn’t get the same result.

For the drive back home I didn’t bother putting my knickers back on and resigned myself to the fact that I’d just have to put the dress in wash.

Wednesday 26th September – the train to Birmingham

A bit of a panic this morning because I woke up later that I planned and so didn’t have time to try stockings with my new skirt and just went commando with tights. Nice 10 denier sheer natural flesh coloured ones and as I didn't put any knickers on with them they felt quite comfortable and actually looked very good I thought.

My top was a white fitted shirt which I wore without a bra. I’ve worn this shirt for work before and often felt the need to keep my jacket on. This is because it just possible to see the darkness of my nipples through the fabric, which is fine for going out, but probably over the top for work.

The train was busier than usual and I ended up sitting on an outside seat four facing seats with three people already in place; two blokes who knew each other and a woman travelling on her own. Without giving it too much thought I took my jacket off, folded it up and reached up to place it on the overhead rack. The bloke opposite noticed I was braless immediately and I saw him trying to motion to his friend to look at me.

It was a great feeling to know that I’d been noticed so early on in the day. I didn’t rush to sit down and made a bit of a long job of getting my book out of my bag and straightening my clothes before I sat down. It was clear that the poor fella was struggling to keep his eyes off me.

I sat down and very deliberately crossed my left leg over my right so that the skirt fell open either side of my leg. The split showed a surprising amount of leg and there’s no way I could have comfortably worn stockings and so I was actually quite relieved I’d been sensible enough to put tights on.

It was lovely to see that during the journey I must have caught the bloke opposite looking at me about 500 times. Of course I just made matter worse for him by making no attempt to adjust my skirt and if anything, as the journey went on I showed more and more leg and didn’t even try to hide the fact that I was without a bra, something I just know he saw as soon as I got on to the train.

When I got off the train, I carried my jacket over my shoulder and walked as confidently as I could along the platform, the cold air having the usual effect on my nipples and that, combined with the movement of them leaving it clear to everyone who looked that I was braless. I left my jacket off all the way up the escalator and in to the shopping area above the station and didn’t put it on until I was about to go out on to New Street. 

A pretty good start to the day I thought.

Monday 24th September – new skirt from Asda

I’d seen an advert for George at Asda which showed a woman wearing a skirt with a high split over the knee. It looked quite a smart skirt and the sort of thing I could probably get away with in work.

So I on the way home from work I went and bought one. To be honest, the split doesn’t seem to be as high as it looks on the telly but it’s not bad. Quite snug over my hips and well fitting over my thighs with the split coming to around 6 inches or so above my knee. It's perfectly acceptable for work I think.

I’ll be wearing it on Wednesday for the trip to the Birmingham office. Just need to decide it I’ll get away wearing stockings with it or whether I’ll have to stick to tights.

Sunday 23rd September – legs and a bit of boob exposure

It felt about right to have two buttons undone on my skirt. The gap between them is quite big and I needed to make sure I remembered I wasn’t wearing knickers because one more button left undone meant there was a danger of flashing everything with every step which wasn’t what I wanted. Besides, the amount of thigh I was showing was actually quite a lot anyway.

In Marks & Spencer I saw a nice jacket and so took my own off to try it on. It looked good so I decided to buy it. Then as I walked around the shop looking at other stuff I left my jacket off obviously allowing people to see I was just wearing a very thin and very see-through top.

I paid for the jacket and then went out in to the main mall still carrying my jacket over my arm. It seemed to me that the majority of people didn’t notice me, however a few did and it was a nice feeling to see them do a little double take as they walked towards me.

Eventually (after about 5 or 10 minutes) I put my jacket back on and carried on with browsing the shops. A nice gentle afternoon of showing my legs and a little bit of bralessness too.

Sunday 23rd September – Trafford Centre with lots of leg on show

No real ideas for what I wanted to do and Husband was out on a bike ride so I slopped around the house until lunchtime. Eventually, when I finally dragged up the enthusiasm to get a shower I decided to go to the Trafford Centre.

Standing in the warm shower my mind wandering somewhat, I ended up playing with myself and brought myself to a lovely, gentle orgasm which improved my mood enormously.

Although it was only a few hours on a Sunday in the Trafford Centre where most people would probably be wearing jeans I wanted to do a bit more and have some fun. First I thought of going completely naked under the black button-through dress; but I’m forever wearing that dress. Then my mustard trousers (which Husband says look amazing without knickers) and going braless with flimsy top of some sort. I even considered my ‘naked’ dress with flat flip-flop style shoes.

In the end I went for the button-through skirt I’d almost forgotten I’d bought a few weeks ago. Bare legged; because I wanted to show loads of thigh and stocking swould have been over the top for that. Without knickers; because I wanted to.

I wore a very thin top with a tie front that I’d originally bought to wear over a bikini top but today I wore nothing under it. It’s pretty much completely see-through which meant I’d probably have to keep my jacket on, but that was OK; there’d be opportunities at some point during the day.

Black flat boots, make-up and off I went.

Tuesday 18th September – short red skirt with hold-up’s

Today for work I wore my shortish dark red skirt. Usually I’d wear tights with such a short dress but today I decided to put on some black opaque hold-up stockings. I didn’t wanted to be reasonable sensible so I’d pulled them up as far as possible and I was pretty certain they wouldn’t be visible while I was just walking round. However, I knew I’d be able to expose a little discreet flesh when I crossed my legs. It worked a treat.

At work I encouraged my skirt to ride up just enough to be able to see the dark welt at the top of my hold-ups. Once at that level up my thigh I guessed that crossing my legs then would give a nice little glimpse of the full stocking top and some exposed skin.

I’ve no idea if I did actually expose myself but I managed to get myself in to that position a good few times during the day in various places around the office during the day.

So all in all a nice little day of low key exhibitionism. Really quite enjoyable.

Monday 17th September – new shorter skirt

Recently, I’ve started enjoying wearing skirts and dresses a bit shorter than in the past. Still never what one would call a mini skirt but about 4 inches or so above my knee. Well I bought a new one on Sunday. It’s black and white sort of herringbone pattern and when I first saw it I thought it looked a bit 1960’s style. Stretchy and quite tight and far too short to wear with stockings I wore it with black opaque tights and shiny, high heeled court shoes and a black woollen polo neck jumper. As I’ve said before, I almost never wear knickers with tights, and today was no exception.

Even though I had the opaque tights on it still felt good to have the skirt ride up my thigh and at one point (while sitting at my desk) I was exposing just about as much nylon covered leg as it’s possible to do so. Once again, I caught the bloke at the side of me looking over at my legs on numerous occasions during the day.

I didn’t have a bra on and although the very dark colour of the top means it’s not easily noticeable, the top does show the shape of my boobs really well. My nipples are pretty much always showing through as I think the the softness of the fabric has the effect to stimulate them and causes them to become partially errect all the time. Additionally, it gives no element of support at all, my boobs move very easily beneath it; something I like the feel of very much.

It’s top I love to wear because when braless, I think it has what I call ‘subtle sex’ and with the short skirt made for a really good look for work.

Saturday 15th September – my new ‘naked dress’ really gets me noticed

From Label we went over to Mr. Thomas’s Chop House for lunch. It’s a bit of a blokie type of pub at the front and as we walked through to the restaurant at the back I had a mixed feeling of self-consciousness and the feeling I should cover up and a strong desire to be looked at by all the men there. 

As we entered the pub, I let the wrap, which was round my shoulders, fall off one side and I collected it and carried it in my hands. This meant that my boobs were on show and due to coming in from the chilly air outside my nipples were like football studs. Even the slightly pimply look of my areolae was visible through the dress.  

Once at our table, I was feeling very brave and threw the wrap on to the back of the chair and walked back towards the bar to go downstairs to the toilets. With nipples still strongly poking out and my braless boobs, only slightly restrained by the dress, moving as I walked through the passageway between the chairs and tables. I could feel the eyes of every man in the place looking at me. The hem of the dress felt like it might have been quite high up my thighs but I didn’t really want to know how much bare leg I was exposing because I would have probably instinctively pulled it lower, and I didn’t want to do that. I knew the way the dress fitted across my hips and lower stomach left no doubt I wasn’t wearing any knickers. It would have been impossible to do so without some VPL; and there was none. 

Of all the times I’ve enjoyed the thought of being watched this event was one of the best. Up until that moment I’d much preferred to dress in a manner that kept people guessing – is she, isn’t she sort of thing – well on this day I knew I was naked under my dress and I knew that everybody else knew I was naked under the dress too. 

There’s no way I’ll be able to be so blatant in normal circumstances and I’m sure I’ll still want to keep people guessing most of the time but I have really enjoyed wearing the ‘naked dress’ and have added it to the growing list of clothes that I will always wear without underwear.

Saturday 15th September – my new ‘naked dress’ gets its first outing

Had a nice lie in and didn’t get up until just gone 9. I was sitting watching telly when some friends called round to say they were on their way to Manchester and ask if we fancied meeting them for lunch. The answer was yes, and we arranged to see them at 12.30 in Label for a few cocktails before we’d think of somewhere to go for food.

Ever since I’d bought it my husband’s been asking me when I was going to wear the American Apparel dress I got a few weeks ago. So I decided I’d wear it today because, although the weather wasn’t great, as we were getting in to autumn I couldn’t see it getting any better soon and it could be one of the last chances to wear it to go out until next summer.

I sorted my hair out and did my make-up, then went in to the bedroom, where my husband was sitting on the bed waiting for me. I hadn’t told him I what I was wearing and so to see his face when I went from naked to fully dressed in about ten seconds as I pulled the dress over my head and wriggled it down over my body.

Despite the fact that he’d been desperate for me to wear it, once I had it on and he saw me in it he repeatedly asked me if I was “really going out in that dress without any underwear” seemingly disbelieving that I’d wear such a short, thin, revealing dress without underwear. I just laughed at him although I was actually thinking exactly the same thing because it felt shorter than I remembered and there really was no doubt that I had nothing on under it. I had considered wearing tights but wanted to really go for it and wanted to go out braless with bare legs, genuinely, totally naked in this flimsy dress; far more daring then I'd ever been before.

First I put some black high heeled court shoes on but they weren’t right for an afternoon out so I wore my canvas wedges which were much better suited to a casual lunch.

For the drive to Manchester I actually put some knickers on because I was worried I might stain the back of the dress but took them off as we arrived at the car park.

Wearing just the dress and a wrap over my shoulders the walk up to Deangate was quite exciting with a real fear that the dress was working its way up my thighs and would end up round my waist. This caused me to continually pull it down. Eventually, I became confident that it wasn’t going to work its way all the way up and I managed to stop myself adjusting it every few minutes.

Our friends were already in Label when we got there. As if I needed proof that the dress was very revealing, my friends husbands eyes all but popped out of his head and my friend said ”Oh my God, I thought you didn’t have any clothes on for a second then” and the hugged me and laughed telling me she never thought she’d ever be shocked by what she saw me wearing but was shocked and stunned on that occasion.

For the same reason I wore knickers for the drive in to town I wasn’t particularly keen on sitting down in the bar. So I remained standing while the lads went to the bar and I have to say, feeling almost naked and very conscious I was being looked at by everyone who came in to the place.

I woofed the first cocktail down and told my friend the story of the dress.  After a while I felt OK to dump the wrap and caught both her husband and mine constantly looking at me. However warm it was in the bar (and it certainly wasn’t cold) my nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric and even if I say so myself, I thought my boobs looked fantastic and I began to feel wonderful and very pleased I’d plucked up the courage to wear the dress which I had now decided to call my ‘naked dress’.

More later....

Tuesday 11th September – stockings and suspenders again

Took a bit of a chance today and wore stockings and my new suspenders with my black button through dress. Even with all the buttons fastened it was almost impossible to avoid flashing with every step I took on the walk from the car to the office.

For the first time I wore the rest of the set – the bra and thong – and have to say that I really enjoyed it although it’s so long since I’d worn a bra that it was quite strange at first and I thought the bra made my boobs look much bigger than they usually do. It made me realise that I much prefer going without a bra.

In work, although I spent most of the day behind my desk, I popped a couple of buttons open and allowed my dress to fall open in a way that I hope looked as though I was unaware of it.

I caught the bloke who sits at the desk to my left (the only person who could see my legs) looking at me about fifty times during the morning. So it was a successful day for me and my stockings I feel.

Tuesday 4th September – flashing my stocking tops at work

Wore a dress for work today and for the first time in years I wore stockings (10 denier sheer black) and suspenders. I wear hold-ups occasionally but didn’t even own any suspenders until the weekend when I bought some. I’m not in to frilly underwear and so the ones I’d bought were black and quite plain.

Wearing a suspender belt for the first time in years I was pleasantly surprised how comfortable it was.  Although I’d bought the suspenders as a set complete with matching bra and thong I wasn’t wearing them (the thong was in my hand bag) and apart from the stockings and suspenders I was naked under my dress.

The dress was just tight enough across my thighs to cause the suspenders to show as little bumps through the fabric.  All day I enjoyed allowing the dress to ride up just enough to give subtle glimpses of the tops of my stockings.

At lunchtime I went over to Carlucci’s for a coffee and sat reading for a while with my legs cross hoping I was giving a very clear view of my stocking tops and even a show of the flesh above the stocking tops.  Will be wearing them again very soon I think. I really like them.

Monday 3rd September – short skirt, no knickers

Today I wore the short black skirt I bought the other week. It was the first time I’d worn it for work; something I never thought I’d do because I originally thought it was just too short for the office.

With the weather being nice I was bare legged but had put a pair of knickers on. On top I was wearing a white cotton shirt. I hadn’t put a bra on (in fact haven’t worn a bra for work for ages) and, although it was fastened up to protect my modesty while I was in the office, I’d left a couple of buttons open for the walk from the car park.

Half an hour before lunch, while remaining at my desk I managed to take my knickers off. The office was quite busy at the time and I was pretty lucky not to get caught I think. I took them off because I intended to go for a walk at lunchtime and wanted the feeling of being commando in a short skirt as I walked around the streets of Manchester.

Sunday 2nd September – removed my knickers in the car park

Was back in Manchester on Sunday afternoon and did something just a few months ago I consider to be outrageous. I was with my husband and was wearing the short black skirt. We’d parked the car in the usual place and had got a space right at the bottom near the hut again.

I was driving, he got in the car and I opened the driver’s door and before I got in (and without even looking around to check who might be watching) and reached under my skirt, whipped my knickers off and threw them at my husband who was already sitting down.

No idea if anyone saw what I did or not. Hope at least someone did.

Saturday 1st September – flashing my legs and knickers in the city

Saturday 1^st September – flashing my legs and knickers in the city

Went to Manchester shopping and wore my black button-through dress. I was braless but that wasn’t the main thing for me today, I was really intending to show my legs this time. Left a mad number of buttons undone and was bare legged wearing a pair of red knickers.

It was a warm, sunny day and with the buttons undone far enough up my legs that the full length of thigh was exposed with almost every step.  Occasionally, a gust of wind would blow the dress completely open and give a nice flash of my red knickers.  This happened at least 5 times before I’d even reached the bottom of Market Street.

On the way to Costa up near Piccadilly it blew open another half dozen times or so and once in Costa I was pleased to get one of the high chairs facing the window. Sitting on the high chair I allowed my dress to fall open and the entire length of my bare thigh.

After the coffee I wandered around doing a bit of shopping for a few hours, tried some shoes on which was a great opportunity to show some leg and the odd glimpse of my knickers.  When I got back to the car (which was parked at the bottom quite near to the attendants hut) I slipped my knickers off for the drive back to Warrington partly because I like going commando but also hoping at least a few lorry drivers would notice my legs on show.

Friday 24th August – braless in work

Wore my short dark red skirt for work today. Went bare legged and without knickers but no one would have known that. However, they would have known (and in fact did know I was braless) I was braless because I wore a thin white shirt that leaves no doubt.

This morning I’d walked from the car park without my jacket on and really enjoyed it. Boobs jiggling and swaying with a wonderful nipple show. Once in the office, feeling quite brave, I made no attempt to disguise the fact. I know everyone in the place noticed.

                                                        

Being so blatant about it in work is a new thing for me and in a way very enjoyable.

Friday 10th August – legs and more on show at Carlucci’s

With the weather being so nice and with my new dress on there was no way I wanted to stay in the office at lunchtime.

I didn’t bother with a jacket and the walk from the office to Spinningfields was just completely joyous. I was very aware of being braless and could feel my boobs jiggling and bouncing slightly even with the support the dress gave them. Also, even though it was lovely and warm my nipples were giving a nice subtle show too.

I arrived at Carlucci’s and got myself a latte and found a table close to the windows. This dress doesn’t need much encouragement to ride up and as soon as I sat down it was half way up my thigh. Simply crossing my legs made it ride even higher up my bare thighs. Feeling more excited than self-conscious, I made no attempt to adjust it, and got my book out of my bag and attempted to read for a while; all the time hoping my legs were being noticed by people.

I was hoping I was going to be brave enough to go for the ultimate exposure and then a group of four took a table not far from me (3 men, 1 woman) and I knew I just had do it. I took my time with my coffee and when I was ready I moved myself round so my knees faced the other table uncrossed my legs and then twisted the top half of my body round to pick my handbag up off the chair which was now almost behind me. As I did this I 'inadvertently' parted my knees about 12 inches giving those on the table a great view up my dress.  I’m also quite sure that because I was sitting in such a well lit place with massive windows they’ll have had a very clear view.

I know for certain the woman saw me and I’m 90% sure that one of the blokes got an eyeful too.

Then I stood, straightened my dress and walked back to the office know exactly what I’d done and knowing I had a great story to tell my husband.

Friday 10th August - new dress, no underwear

Got up early this morning and it looked like it was going to be a beautiful day. I decided to wear the new floral dress I bought the other day. Quite sort in so far as it’s a few inches above the knee, made from lovely white, yellow and light grey silky fabric and gloriously tight. As soon as I fastened the side zip and felt it hug my body I knew I was going to enjoy wearing this dress.

I was quite pleased when my husband told me that I’d have to avoid standing against the light as the dress was thin enough to show the silhouette of my legs through it. I see that on other women quite a lot and just love it.

I didn’t even consider wearing a bra (the dress is just far too nice to spoil it with a bra) but because other than when I tried it on I’d never worn the dress before and I realised it might have been a little bit over the top for work I’d put a pair of flesh coloured knickers on. But even though they were supposed to be very discrete there was a VPL across my stomach so I wriggled the dress up my thighs and over my hips and took them off.

The walk from the car park was just fantastic and the feeling of being braless and my boobs moving but being slightly restrained by the dress was amazing. And the joy of wearing skirts and dresses without knickers at work never goes away for me and this dress being quite tight across my thighs and the feeling of the air between my legs had me feeling on top of the world.

Once I got the office almost everyone commented on my appearance and I felt it necessary to say I was going out straight from work to explain why I was dressed as I was. It was quite obvious I was braless and I'm certain that most people would have been able to tell I was comamdo too.

Although the day I was aware that I was being looked at and the wonderful feeling of being naked under dress stayed with me.

This dress is my new favourite. It’s a dress I never want to wear underwear with.   

At lunchtime I went out for a coffee and will write about that in a separate blog entry.

Wednesday 8th August - off work feeling daring

Off work until Friday.

I'm feeling quite daring today so thinking of going to the Trafford Centre for a mooch. See what trouble I can cause there.

Monday 6th August – flashing my stocking tops in work

It’s not something I wear very often, but I’d really enjoyed wearing stockings on Saturday while I was in Manchester. So I was quite pleased when I saw that the weather looked a bit dodgy this morning. So I was pleased to be able to wear stockings with the skirt I’d bought on Saturday.

At first I put knickers on but once I had the skirt on I just felt like I wanted to go further so took them off and put them in my bag. These days, my knickers spend more time in my hand bag than they do on my body!

Although two buttons left open was enough to show stocking top when I was sitting in the car, I needed to leave three buttons undone to show any stocking top as I walked.

I counted about 10 or 12 people that noticed me as a walked from the car park through Spinningfields and to the office. The feeling of the slightly chilly air around the tops of my thighs was really quite fantastic and most enjoyable.

By the time I got to the office I was feeling so sexy and brave that I left the three buttons open all day. Although I’m behind a desk most of the time, I found lots of reasons to walk round the office and other than almost laughable non-attempts to maintain my modesty I was flashing leg all day long.

Saturday 4th August – new skirt for work

I’d been looking for a new button through skirt for work and found the perfect one in Debenhams. Slim fitting (lovely and tight) pencil skirt that comes to about 4 inches above my knee; so quite short for me really. This skirt will give me plenty new opportunities to show my legs in work. In fact, I’ve got a trip to Birmingham again next week and it could be the ideal thing to wear.

Saturday 4th August – Manchester fun

Couldn’t go commando this morning.  I had sex before I left the house and was pretty sure I’d end up getting messy if I did. I’d actually got ready and when I showed my husband what I was wearing and he saw that I wasn't wearing any knickers with stockings one thing lead to another and 15 minutes later I ended  up having to get ready all over again!

The weather was a bit on the crap side so I wore my shortish dark red skirt with sheer black hold-up stockings and black low heeled boots. Braless under a close fitting black shirt which I left unbuttoned enough to make it clear to all I wasn’t wearing a bra. Black denim jacket.

Once I’d parked up, the first thing I did is go and have a coffee in Costa at the top of Market Street near Piccadilly. I managed to get one of my favourite seats on the high chairs in the window. I climbed up on to the chair, hoping that by crossing my legs I’d be giving a show of at least the stocking top and hopefully a glimpse of skin above.

Friday 3rd August – braless but no fun

Grey trousers and braless with a white cotton wrap over top. No real opportunities today but I’m planning on a trip to Manchester tomorrow for a bit of shopping and bit of fun.

Probably going to go bare legged with my short red skirt and the black vest top I had the trouble with in work the other day. I’ll see what I feel like in the morning.

Thursday 2nd August – summer dress no underwear

It was great weather this morning so I wore a light weight linen dress to work. I went braless and was happy to leave my knickers off too; although I did put a pair in my hand bag. The walk from the car park to the office was fabulous and the feel of my naked body moving under the dress was wonderful. The movement of my boobs and the feeling of my dress blowing against my thighs as I walked was fantastic.

By about 10am I unfortunately, with all the stimulation of being naked under my dress I became wet (if you know what I mean) and I started to feel a little uncomfortable. I had no real option and decided I’d have to put my knickers on. Feeling unbelievably brave, I managed to slip them on while still sitting at my desk.

I’m pretty sure no one in the office saw me, but I’ve no idea if anyone was watching me from outside as my desk is right next to the almost full length window.

Wednesday 1st August - Why I like to go braless

I love going braless and started leaving my bra off when I was a teenager. Although I’m lucky to have nice boobs now, in those days, even if I say so myself, I had perfect 34 B boobs.  If I was wearing a strappy tee shirt or a halter top I just left my bra off; didn’t give it too much thought really. At first I pretty much always wore one for work and then one weekend I got terrible sunburn on my shoulders and wore a tee shirt without a bra to work. Nothing was said.

Braless – feels more dressed up

On more and more occasions I started to leave my bra off. If I was wearing a nice dress for example, I didn't like the straps showing and spoiling the look and I always thought the shape of my boobs was better when I was braless. Gradually I wore bras less and less and eventually I almost never wore one when I went out but still generally wore one for work. I suppose I’d say that I felt much more dressed up when I was braless.

It’s also true that no man ever objected to it and one boy friend in particular was obsessed with me because I went braless and he bought me loads of clothes that he wanted me to wear. All kinds of tight fitting tops made from thin fabric that left nothing to the imagination. Over time I became braver and braver and since then I’ve been happy to be braless with pretty much anything.

Going to work braless

In the last few years, since I’ve become a bit of an exhibitionist, I really get off on being braless and getting noticed and often go out of my way make sure people see me. In particular, going to work without a bra gives me a massive thrill.

Subtly is the key to the way I like to expose myself; I’d never just ‘flash my tits’. It’s all about the right choice of clothes and retaining a business like appearance.

Although I’m not one of the bosses, I do have some responsibilities which means I attend quite a lot of meetings and have a few visitors to my office which gives me some nice opportunities to indulge my little hobby.

Wednesday 1st August – braless with erect nipples

Didn’t need my knickers and remained commando in work all day long. Also, I enjoyed being braless around the office with the nice subtle attention it brought me.

On the way to the car I popped a couple of buttons and walked through the streets with my jacket over my arm. It was a bit on the chilli side so I’m sure I’d have been giving a good nipple show.

Wednesday 1st August – commando in work today

Half day so not in work until 1.00 pm this afternoon. Wearing a nice tight black skirt, bare legs and my knickers are in my hand bag just in case I feel I need them later.

After yesterday I’m slightly less ambitious but I’m still determined to go braless and so I’m wearing a close fitting blouse which gives me some small element of support even if it’s quite prone to showing nipples.  Also, if at some point during the day I feel brave, I can simply pop a button open and its game on.

Tuesday 31st July – Braless in work

To work in a tight red skirt, black opaque tights (no knickers) with high heeled shinny court shoes. On top I went braless in a black vest top with shoe string straps.

Early on in the day I went to the loo and then to make myself a cup of tea and I was aware that pretty much everyone in the place gave me a double take when I walked past them. I think the main problem with that top is that it gives no support whatsoever so there was a great deal of movement, if you know what I mean.

Although I like to be noticed and I’m sure the people in work know I go braless almost all the time I’m not keen on being too over the top. So from then on, for the rest of the day, whenever I left my desk I put my jacket on because, although when I left the house I thought it would be OK, the reaction I got from the people in work told me it was just a little too revealing for the office.  

Sunday 29th July – bought a new dress today

Saw a dress in American Apparel in Manchester on Sunday and just had to have it. Flesh coloured, thin fabric, quite short and if I ever actually wear it to go out it’ll be the shorted dress I have ever worn.

When I got home I tried it on for my husband and he’s bet me I’ll never go out wearing it without underwear.

Saturday 28th July – the new car

We went to pick my husband’s new car up on Saturday afternoon. I drove him to dealer in Southport and on the way I managed to talk him in to letting me drive the new car home.

The way I’d convinced him to let me drive it was partly because I was wearing my black button through dress and I’d promised him and give a nice leg show in the showroom; and he’s a sucker for that. As a special treat for him I even slipped my knickers off in the car park outside the showroom laughed at him as I threw them in his face.

Buttons undone as high as I dared and enough buttons open at the top to make it apparent I was braless to those who saw me from the right angle I walked confidently into the showroom, my dress opening to show a leg with every step giving me a terrific feeling of excitement.

We did the paperwork and he told the salesman that he had to go and I was driving the car away. I went outside and sat in the driver’s seat looking round the car. Like I always do with this dress, I twisted it round slightly and pulled the right side over to cover the tops of my thighs and expose the whole length of the side of my left thigh. When the salesman got in the car I acted like I was trying to cover my leg but in fact just made it ‘worse’ and ended up with my entire left leg on show, not just the side. As he told me about all the switches and stuff I made the odd effort to cover my leg and failed every time.

As I got out of the car unavoidably I opened my legs wide and for a second or two my dress fell completely open exposing both legs and possibly the salesman got a quick view of the ‘interesting bit’ between my thighs – I’ll never know whether he did or not.

On the drive home, I spread the dress quite wide open with both legs on show hoping that lorry and tall four-wheel drive car drivers would get to see me.  For my own benefit I also undid a couple more of the top buttons which meant the dress was effectively open almost down to my waist.

Just a shame there was no one there to see.

Monday 23rd July – the petrol station

Feeling brave and wanting more, although I didn’t really need any petrol I decided to go to a petrol station and drove to the Morrison’s in Stockton Heath.

It was pretty busy and I chose a pump that meant the filler was on the outside where I believed I'd be more visible to others in the station. Bearing in mind I was commando in the skirt with the vent up the back I stood with my feet about a foot or so apart and bent forward as far as I dared without it looking like I was being obvious.

Just before I’d finished filling up, a Balfour Beatie van with three fellas in pulled in to the other pump just behind me.  Being aware that they’d be able to see right up the back of my thighs to within just a few inches of my fanny I got a terrible flush of nerves and excitement and wanted to stand up straighter but forced myself to stay as I was.

Taking my handbag from the car (at which time it’s just possible I gave a glimpse of the lot) I went in to the shop to pay.  On the way back to the car the two lads who had stayed in the van got a full on view of my boobs as they moved under my thin shirt.

Feeling great I went home looking forward to telling my husband what had happened.

Monday 23rd July – leaving the office

The weather was beautiful today so I went to work bare legged wearing my ‘just above the knee length’ pencil skirt; the one with the long vent at the back. I like this one because it’s very smart and even though it’s tight around my hips it’s still very businesslike but from the back I only have to lean forward slightly and expose a lot leg. If I lean too far forward, my husband has told me my knickers can be seen quite easily; it’s a good skirt.  In some ways it was a bit too warm to go commando sitting in work all day long (you girls will understand) so I was wearing a pair of white silky boy shorts. 

I didn’t put a bra on today and the top I wore was a short, flimsy linen blouse which I wore with a white cardigan which I could fasten across my boobs when I needed a little cover to maintain my modesty.  

About an hour before I was due to leave it was nice and quiet in the office so I took the opportunity and slipped my knickers off and put them in my bag.  Spot on 5 o'clock I was walking out of the office. The heat outside hit me as left building and a few hundred metres along the road I took my little cardigan off and draped it over my bag. Now with the feeling of my boobs jiggling and swaying under my shirt somehow made me feel strong and powerful.  

My boobs didn’t go un-noticed on the 10 minute walked to the car park.

Sunday 22nd July – a trip to B&Q

We went to B&Q to buy a new spade today – all glamour our life don’t you think. I was naked under a long grey dress. Made from very fine fabric and very clingy it leaves little to the imagination and leaves no doubt I’m without underwear.

Even though the weather was fantastic and warn, I was still presenting nipples like football studs as we walked round the shop. 

I caught loads of men looking at me but the thing that intrigued me most was a woman who couldn’t take her eyes off me. Interestingly, I’d noticed her too as she was also braless. I can’t help wandering if she leaves her underwear off for the same reason as I do.

Saturday 21st July – out and about in Manchester

Got in to Manchester at about 11 this morning and had a couple of hours on my own before I was due to meet my husband for a coffee.

Very nice weather so wore my short-ish dark red skirt and went bare legged with a pair of strappy sandals. I’d actually put knickers on but on the drive in to town I decided I’d take them off when I got to the car park; which I did. I slipped them off and put them in the glove box.

Now commando and feeling good about it, I made my way to Costa at the top of Market Street and got one of the seats in the window. I hung my jacket on the back of the chair and climbed on to the high seat and crossed my legs. My skirt bunched itself up at the top of my thighs and my legs were on show almost to the very top of my thighs.

A couple came to sit on the seats next to me and a saw both of them glance down on to my legs as they took their seats.

I finished my coffee and uncrossed my legs and twisted towards the couple as I parted my legs slightly and lowered myself down off the chair. I saw the female of the couple look at my legs as I did so. Although I have no idea how far up my skirt she saw, I suspect she saw everything because my skirt was so far up my legs I can’t see how she could have missed it. I don’t often flash myself when I’m not wearing knickers but this opportunity was just too good to miss.

Wednesday 18th July – night out with the girls

I came out of the bathroom to find my husband lying on the bed wanting to talk to me and watch me get dressed to go out with the girls. I took my black button-through dress out of the wardrobe and put it on, leaving it open while I pottered around doing my hair and make-up.

Braless and bare legged

I was going bare legged and so I took a pair of my silky boy shorts out of the draw and slipped them on and started to fasten the dress. I didn’t put a bra on and left the top buttons open to just below the level of my boobs which would give the odd glimpse of nipple to those in the right position.

 As I sort of expected, my husband asked me why was wasn’t going commando as I often do. I told him that I sometimes like to wear knickers and with this dress I was hopeful I’d be able to give a few flashes of the dark red silk. He was suitably convinced and I put my shoes on and he gave me a lift to Whetherspoons where I was meeting the others.

They were already there, upstairs sitting at one of the high tables with 2 bottles of wine. They’d kept a chair for me and luckily it was on the end.  With the buttons of my dress undone pretty much to the top of my leg, as I climbed on to the high chair I let the dress fall completely open. I pulled the right side over covering the top of my thighs but leaving the side of my left leg nicely exposed up to the very top of my thigh. I caught lots of people sneaking looks at my legs.

We went to an Indian just across the road which we’d been told was good but was terrible and so couldn’t wait to get out and back in to Whetherspoons.

Back in the pub

The pub was quite quiet when we got back and we managed to get the same table as earlier. We got two more bottles and I perched on the same chair as I had done earlier. There were four couples on another table and I’d noticed that all four lads had clocked my leg show.

It was the perfect opportunity for me to flash my knickers to them. I told the girls I was off to the loo and twisted my body round as I parted my legs slightly and slid off the chair placing my left foot on the floor, pausing half on, half off the chair with my hips facing square on  in the direction of the lads while I made some comment to the girls not to drink my wine. I was pretty certain I’d managed to pull it off and the lads on the other table had caught a great view of my sexy red silk knickers.

My husband loved it when I told him about showing my knickers and we ended up making love as soon as we got home before I’d even taken my dress off.

And here I am now writing this with him snoring his head off upstairs.

Wednesday 18th July – commando in work today

I’m not due in work until 10 today so I’ve got time to make a quick entry in the diary.

Windy and cold looking today so I’m wearing a black shirt and grey trousers with my strappy high heeled wedge shoes. I’m wearing a bra today but I am going commando.

Out for a meal with the girl's tonight and planning to wear my black button-through dress.

Tuesday 17th July – I ended up commando tonight

Completely uneventful in work; I even wore a bra today!

After work opportunity 

My husband was working late tonight and suggested we go to the Maplewood (a Chinese restaurant on the A57) for our tea. I got home from work over an hour before he was expecting to get in so I had time to get a shower and get changed out of my work clothes.

As it’s only a Tuesday night in a local(ish) Chinese, I didn’t want to look over the top so I decided to wear my black cashmere jumper and dark red skirt. Although I get used to the feeling once I’ve had it on for a while, the feeling of being braless with the cashmere jumper is quite fantastic and it’s so soft that it forms itself almost perfectly over my breasts giving a wonderful, but very subtle nipple show.

I don’t really go for very short skirts and this one is one of the shortest I have and is just a little longer than mid thigh. As a little treat for my husband, realising I’d have to spend all night be careful how I sat, I put on a pair of black opaque hold-ups. With my high patent court shoes I was very pleased with my appearance.

When he got in he seemed to approve of what I was wearing and so just to tease him a little I lifted the hem of my skirt just enough to give him a glimpse of the flesh above the tops of my stockings.  He loved it.

On the way to the restaurant (he was driving) he was asking me whether I was wearing knickers or not. I teased him by getting him to guess. He bet me that I wasn’t wearing any. I was actually wearing a pair of tiny silk boy shorts. In the end I took them off while we were at the traffic lights on the round-a-bout near Lever Brothers. In fact, I’d only put them on so I could take them off at some point during the evening. So although they were off earlier than planned, my husband was happy enough with the situation; and so was I.

So there I was, braless  and wearing hold-up’s and now commando in a short skirt.

At the Maplewood

We sat in the waiting area and I was aware that as I crossed my legs it was more than likely that my stocking tops would be visible. The glances I got from a man waiting with his wife as the poor fella tried his best not to look was funny and confirmed that I was probably showing a good bit of leg and hopefully a bit of skin above my stockings.

Walking to the table I got at least one double take from a bloke as my boobs giggled and moved under my top like only braless breast do.

During the time we were at the table, I made only the minimum attempts (I like to be subtle) to keep my legs covered and hoped I could be seen by at least a few people in the place.

I will never know.

Sunday 15th July 2012

Today we went looking for cars or my husband. He wanted me to wear a dress but I was less keen. I’d considered jeans but in the end went for my mustard coloured trousers. I never wear knickers with these and I wore them with strappy high wedge heeled sandals.

The top I picked was ridiculously flimsy and there was no way I’d be able to take my jacket off while we were out. Made of almost transparent black fabric, it’s a halter top with a shoestring tie at the back of my neck and a similar one around my waist. With this top my back is completely exposed. Obviously I didn’t wear a bra and even my husband who almost never tries to stop me wearing what I want to wear was less than comfortable with my top until I managed to assure him I wouldn’t be taking my jacket off in public.

The trousers are wide legged but tight and fitted around my waist and thighs.. My husband always says that a nice arse is all about buttock separation and I suspect he’s right. These certainly fit the bill for that and, to put it bluntly, cut me in half. I think that they leave absolutely no doubt that I have no underwear on under them.

Before we left the house I checked myself in the mirror and thought I looked quite good and was maybe a little surprised to see that even this early on in the day I had a camel to going on.

Friday 13th July 2012

Just a normal, full day in the office today, no trips out or meetings.

Crap weather so needed tights. Sheer black 7 denier appearance (whatever that means). These ones are great because they’re sheer all over without the darker, thicker areas at the top. I prefer the all over sheer tights; they’re much sexier than the other type and without knickers they look amazing.

I wore black court shoes, black pencil skirt with a long vent at the back and went braless with a dark grey shirt.

The fabric the shirt is made of is quite thin so pretty much all day long I had ‘fripples’ and when I walked round the office I could feel my boobs moving, jiggling and swaying and feeling wonderful in a way that you can only experience being braless. Also, I’m certain that if anyone was to look, they’d be able to tell I wasn’t wearing a bra.

When I got home my husband was pleased to see that I’d gone to work without underwear and wanted to know what people had said to me. The fact is nobody said anything to me.

Nobody ever has.

Monday 9th July - Birmingham Trip

The walk from New Street station up to the top end of Bennets Hill where the office is was most enjoyable. I’d popped as many buttons open as I dared and was well aware that I was showing an ‘interesting’ amount of thigh with every step.

For the sake of decency, just before I got to the office, I fastened one button and I entered the building and went straight in to the loo to top up my make-up and sort myself out.

Whilst I wouldn’t say it was obvious I was braless, I would say that anyone who chose to look carefully enough would be able to tell. You see, besides the lack of strap marks on my back and the slight hint of nipple (I’d just come in out of the chilly air) I think that there is a certain look to braless breasts that can never be achieved when wearing a bra; whatever type of bra you wear. Personally, I can tell instantly if I see a braless woman; whatever size her boobs are and pretty much whatever she’s wearing. I like the idea that those people who know what they're looking for can tell when I’m without a bra.  Personally, I think I always look better without a bra.

I went in to the meeting room, took my jacket off and put it on the back of a chair.

After the meeting

The day passed over quickly and I ended up leaving the off almost 2 hours before my train – I was on a fixed time ticket – so I went to Starbucks for a coffee and an hour’s reading. I found a table and sat down. I undid the buttons on my dress to the top of my thigh and covered the tops of my legs with the right side of my dress and let the left side fall open. Although I knew that from the left side I was showing my leg right up to the top of my thigh, that with most of my legs being covered it would look unintentional.