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.

9th July 2012

Got the train to Birmingham on Monday morning and wore a black button through dress which has a wide patent leather belt and a matching cropped jacket. With sheer, flesh coloured tights and high heeled patent leather court shoes I think I looked quite business like.

 I had considered wearing hold-ups but I was working and I have to be reasonable. Besides, I feel it’s probably OK to show a bit of thigh wearing tights, but whilst it’s OK to show a subtle glimpse of stocking top in work, blatantly flashing them is a no-no I think. So if I’d worn stockings I would have to had kept my legs covered; and that wasn’t the plan.

Other than the tights, I had no other underwear on.