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.