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....