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.