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.