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.