Monday 16th January 2012

Another freezing day. A full day in the office with no planned meetings. I wore a black button through dress. I’d left my bra off but decided to wear a silk camisole in an effort to keep warm. Thought about hold-ups but it was just too cold so I went for tights without knickers. A few buttons left undone to flash a bit of leg but that’s all. Uneventful day. Too cold.

Saturday 14th January 2012

It’s freezing cold today so I need to wrap up warm. I’m going to Manchester for a look round the shops and I’m having lunch with a friend. Before I leave home I thought I’d take a few minutes to make a diary entry.

I’m wearing black flat heeled boots with black opaque tights (as always, without knickers ) and a short dark red skirt. I’ve gone for a black cashmere polo-neck top which I’m wearing without a bra. The fineness of the fabric causes it to form itself over my breasts really nicely; it feels wonderful. Because it’s such a dark colour it’s not at all overtly revealing. It’s a lovely, subtle way to be quite demure and still very sexy for those who are close enough to see.

Thursday 12th January 2012

Today I took my bra off half way through the day. I like to do this occasionally and always wonder if anyone notices.

One of my favourite things to do is to start the day wearing underwear and removing it at some point during the day.

A few weeks ago (just before Christmas) I wore a bra and conventional knickers under a tight dress; the sort of dress I wouldn’t normally wear for work. It was a little shorter than I’d normally wear for work and is made of very fine, slightly shiny fabric. It’s more of a party dress really.

Because of the dress, a few people asked me where I was going and I made up a story about meeting some friends straight from work.  I spent most of the day walking round the office knowing that the VPL and visible bra straps were pretty obvious.

Late in the afternoon I managed to discreetly slip my knickers off while I was sitting at my desk. I’m in my own small office (on the 4^th floor) so no one in work saw me take them off, but the room has a large floor to ceiling window and I’ve no idea if anyone saw me from other buildings which are all around the area.

At about 4.30 I nipped to the loo and took my bra off. It felt amazing as I felt the movement of my boobs I walked back to my desk. Then, just before I left the office, I went for a walk around the office. My boobs jiggling slightly and the dress clinging nicely to my hips; it felt amazing.

Monday 9th January 2012

Today I wore a pair of mustard coloured trousers that I haven’t worn for work before. They have a high waist and they’re made of very thin fabric. Even thongs and the knickers that are supposed to be invisible leave very noticeable VPL.    I’ve never worn knickers with them. Part of the reason I’ve never worn them for work is that they sometimes tend to give me a camel toe and I’m not sure that’s such a good idea in work but as I’ve started this blog I wanted to try to give myself something to write about.  J

I only really have one top that’s remotely suitable for work that’s OK to wear with these trousers and even that is too sheer to go braless with it to work.

From the start of the day I was well aware that the trousers would get me some attention. As soon as I put them on I could feel the seam make firm contact with my fanny and between my but cheeks.  I have to be a little careful because I once ended up with a wet patch wearing these trousers but that was at a time when I was out with my husband with lots of dirty talk and some ‘petting’ in the car.

I looked at myself in the mirror before I left home and saw that I was showing exactly the right amount of camel-toe and was quite pleased with the way I looked. Once I had my jacket on I looked very businesslike with just the subtle hint of sex with the perfectly fitting trousers.  As usual, no one actually said anything to me directly but I did get a couple of nice double takes as I walked in to the office.

I enjoyed the day and will certainly be wearing these trousers for work again.

Sunday 8th January 2012

We went out for Sunday lunch to a very nice pub in Mobberly. I wore a long (to the floor) bodycon medium grey skirt without knickers. A tight fitting shirt without a bra with buttons undone to just below the level of my boobs. Obviously braless if looked at closely with some nice, subtle pokies for most of the time while in the pub.

I’ve gone commando in this skirt before and even though it’s long and shows no flesh whatsoever, my husband reckons its one of the most revealing items of clothing I have. It’s because the fabric is very fine and he says it’s blatantly obvious if I’m commando and if the wind blows it against my legs it leaves nothing to the imagination.

Saturday 7th January 2012

Commando with jeans and wearing a tee shirt without a bra.

Friday 6th January 2012

Today, for work, I wore a black skirt (3 inches above the knee) from which I’ve removed the lining so it clings quite nicely to my hips and thighs. I wore sheer black tights (without knickers) and high heeled court shoes. I was braless under a white silk tee shirt. I had to keep my jacket on for most of the day because with this top my nipples are quite clearly visible and without the jacket I feel its a little over the top for work.

At lunchtime I went to Costa for a coffee with a couple of colleagues and took my jacket off while I was in there. I went back to the counter for a second coffee without it. I could feel my boobs jiggling as I walked and as the counter is near to the door the cold air was doing its job and my nipples were poking out like football studs.

How I became an exhibitionist

It’s not something I ever planned and I feel as though it all happened very quickly; I’ve become an exhibitionist.

I suppose it started about a year ago when my husband bought me a lovely dress and pestered me to wear it without underwear. I did so and quite enjoyed the feeling and liked the freedom I felt it seems to give me. From then on, whenever I wore that particular dress, I always left my underwear off. After that, I started to occasionally go commando with jeans and often went braless at weekends.

Around this time, at work, to avoid a VPL I’d wear tights without knickers under tight dresses and skirts. I began to feel more dressed up when I was braless and it was much more comfortable so whenever I thought it would be unnoticeable I went without a bra. Over time I became much less worried about it and eventually I was going to work braless most days. Now I quite happily go braless with tee shirts and blouses although I usually wear a jacket which allows me to maintain my modesty if I have a ‘fripples event’. Gradually I have become less concerned and as no one has ever made any comment it has become normal for me to go without underwear and now it feels odd if I do wear any.

The start of my exhibitionism

About 6 or 7 months ago I went to a meeting in Leeds. I wore a grey skirt suit and was braless with a close fitting black shirt under the jacket. I arrived at the venue and nipped to the loo before I went in to the meeting. I checked myself in the mirror and felt the top was a little low so fastened the next button up. This made it look too high and so I did it up and undid it a few times and in the end, although it was quite low, decided to leave it undone.

The extra button I’d left undone didn’t go unnoticed and I saw that one of the men in the room couldn’t take his eyes off me. All throughout the meeting I kept catching him looking at me. It was obvious he was looking at my chest. A follow up meeting was called for the next week.

On the day of the follow up meeting I was intent on impressing the young man I’d caught looking at me at the first meeting. I went commando under nice tight trousers and wore a dark red silk blouse. The fabric was quite flimsy and although it was very businesslike in style, it left little doubt I was braless if one looked carefully. I peered through the window in the door and saw that he was already there and, making sure my jacket was pulled over to the side with my right breast showing a good hard nipple through the fabric of my top I entered the room.  He gave a very obvious double take and I felt a flush of excitement as I realised what I’d done.

This was the first time I’d purposely dressed with the intention of impressing a man other than my husband and the start of my new life as an exhibitionist.