Wednesday 31st October – braless with a red dress today

Not due in work until later this morning so I'm going in to Manchester a little later (to miss some of the traffic) but should still have time to call in to Carluccio’s for a coffee.

I’m wearing a slim fitting, just above the knee length, red dress. It’s made of quite thin, none stretch fabric and doesn’t leave very much to the imagination. When I first put it on this morning I thought it might be OK to wear it with hold-ups without knickers but, although I’ve gone commando with it a good few times I considered it looked just a bit too daring for work. So, although I’m not actually wearing any knickers I’ve put some sheer black tights on. I’ve left my bra off - this is one of the items of clothes I’m funny about and have never worn a bra with and never intent to - but have a red cardigan on which goes some way to maintaining sufficient modesty for the office.

I have quite few items of clothing that I’m funny about underwear with. Like this dress which I’ll never wear a bra with and the ‘naked dress’ with which I just know I will never want to wear if I’m unable to leave all my underwear off.  I’ll try to explain what I mean one day.

Need to be quick. Off I go soon.

Saturday 27th October – changing room experience

Found some quite nice trousers and took a pair in to the changing room. I slipped my skirt off and was now just wearing my little knickers (I’d taken my stockings off) and a fairly revealing top (need I say that I wasn’t wearing a bra) and tried the trousers on. Not too bad but just a little too tight. So rather than getting dressed again, I asked the assistant if she could help me by getting the next size. She had no problem with this and went off to find them.

While I was waiting I remained standing in the cubicle but with the curtain about half way open full in the knowledge that I could be seen from the shop area. I was hugely pleased to see that I was noticed by two men who were hanging round outside waiting for their wives/girlfriends.

The assistant came back with the trousers. Making a pathetic attempt to close the curtain and leaving it open about 6 inches I tried the new trousers on. Leaving the changing room I went over to one of the full length mirrors and stood quite close to one of the men who I’d caught looking at me. The trousers were perfect.

Back in the cubicle, with the curtain still open a few inches, I took the trousers off and pulled my stockings back on. As I was wrapping my skirt around my waist I thought that as I’d finished trying clothes on for the day I’d take my knickers off because, even though I like the feel of them, I really wouldn’t be needing them anymore and would spend the rest of the day without underwear. I have no idea if the bloke noticed me slipping my knickers off; I really hope he did, I just love the idea that he knew I was commando because I ended up just in front of him and his wife in the queue for the till.

As I popped my knickers into my hand bag it was nice to see there was a small wet patch between the legs on the gusset had they had one!

Saturday 27th October – Manchester stocking and leg show

A lovely day today and so while Husband was at work I went in to Manchester for a mooch round the shops and a coffee or two. I wore black, opaque hold-ups with my button-through skirt and quite high stiletto heeled shoes - not great for walking but I thought and manage for a few hours.

As I was sort of half planning to buy some trousers (if I found the right pair) I thought it best to wear knickers on this occasion. So I was wearing some lovely light blue silky very brief shorts style knickers which very low cut and because they don’t have any ‘gusset reinforcement’ get right in to every part of me.

To say something I wouldn’t normally put in my blog, I have worn these knickers during foreplay and also during masturbation a few times. They feel so wonderful to touch when I make myself come and Husband loves them too. It is a lovely turn on for me to just move them to one side and keep them on while making love.

Today, I was really hoping to get an opportunity to show them off even if it was only going to be other women in one of the few communal changing rooms left these days.

As usual, I headed for Costa at the top of Market Street with just enough buttons undone to give those on my left side a slight flash of the flesh above the stocking top with each step I took. In Costa I was unable to get one of the high seats in the window so had to make do with another table which wasn’t as good but I was as least able to sit crosses legged exposing a reasonable amount of thigh.

First coffee of the day finished and I went straight over to Debenhams to look for some trousers.

Friday 5th October – driving to Leeds with two male colleagues

Had I known I’d be driving over to Leeds before I left the house I’d probably have worn tights, but because I thought I’d be spending all day behind the desk I was wearing the new ASDA skirt (the one I wore when I went to Birmingham last time) with sheer black hold-ups.

At my desk the stockings were a nice daring little event for my private enjoyment, but with me driving a car, as I’d learnt on the way to the office, it was a bit of a problem.  You see it’s all but impossible to cover my leg enough to hide the stocking tops.  

Before the three of us left the building (I was driving two male colleagues) I nipped in to the loo in order to pull my stockings as high up my thigh as they would go.  At this time I also considered putting my knickers on (which were in my handbag) but, in a fit of bravery, decided not to. Walking to the car park, the feel of the cold air around my thighs and between my legs was really very enjoyable and I was pleased I hadn’t put my knickers on.

As I got in to the car I made sure my skirt was pulled down as low as I reasonably could and sat down. But when I plonked myself down on to the seat, for just a split second there was a flash of pale the skin above the top of my left stocking. I quickly adjusted my skirt and all was well with just an occasional slight peep of the thicker, darker part of the stocking top visible when I changed gear; which would just have to be OK.

For most of the time, I kept my left arm off the steering wheel and laying it on my leg covering the highest part of the split; only revealing it when I needed to change gear. After I while I started to forget about it and ended up leaving the split uncovered for more time than it was covered. Resigned to the fact that the two men I was with surely must have already seen everything they were going to see anyway.

Thursday 4th October – everybody in the office must know I'm commando

I was only in work for a few hours this morning as I’ve ended up with more time to use up than I expected and as I was a bit fed up with the jobs I had to do today I took most of the afternoon off.

Wore my mustard coloured trousers today which as I’ve mentioned before all but cut me in half – Husband loves me to wear them – and as you’d expect I didn’t wear any knickers with them. On top I was braless with a very sheer black polyester blouse. It’s far too see-through to go without anything under it so I was wearing a flesh coloured spaghetti strapped camisole. 

I took every opportunity to walk round the office because I just love to see the looks I get from the blokes. It seems to me that they just can’t take their eyes off my arse and I can almost feel their eyes burning in to me. I’d be amazed if there’s anyone in the building that doesn’t know I’m commando with these fantastic trousers and I just love to tease them.

 

Cruel I know, but a girl’s got to have some fun.

Wednesday 3rd October – wonderfully naked under a tight dress

Given that quite soon the weather will be really starting to turn wintry I realise that my days comfortably going bare legged (and therefore completely naked under my dresses) are numbered so I was keen to make the most of what looked like could be a reasonable day. 

Today I went for a dress I haven’t worn for ages. It’s one I bought from Jane Norman about a year ago. Made from lovely fine wool, it’s mid grey, very slim fitting with a split over my left leg. I had it shortened to just above knee length and the split lengthened a little (it now comes about half way up my thigh) when I bought it. It looks a bit like it’s a high waisted skirt worn with a black shirt, but it is actually a dress. 

Although in the past I’ve mostly worn tights with this dress I have worn it without knickers a couple of times but I’ve never worn it to work without a bra. Once I had it on I could see why. 

Even with all the buttons fastened the ‘shirt’ part of it is quite low and it is difficult to go braless with it because I have to make sure I stay aware that if I bend over, lean forward slightly, or someone stands to the side they can easily see more that I’m happy showing in work. As I go without a bra so often it’s very easy for me to forget and it could cause unnecessary embarrassment to colleagues and that’s not what I want. 

But today I was determined to go to work without any underwear and I really wanted to be completely naked under my dress so my bra stayed in the draw.

From when I first put the dress on I left all the buttons on the top of the dress undone, which I think looked fabulous and if I was on a night out I’d defiantly leave them open all the time, however I was always going to fasten them while I was in the office. I did leave them undone for the drive to work and the walk from the car park and I spent the time fantasising whether I’d have the courage to undo them at lunchtime when I was planning to have a little wander around the shops. 

With the top of the dress providing no support for my boobs I could feeling the bouncing and jiggling nicely and with lower part of the dress being so fitted I could feel the fabric all over my body and with the chilly air circulating through the split and around the top of my thighs I was very aware the I was naked under the dress and I felt very daring and quite wonderful. During the time walking to the office I decided that I wouldn’t fasten the top until I got to my desk. 

There was just a few people in the office when I go there and I had to resist checking my top as I walked in to the open plan room as I was worried I’d chicken out if I did. As it is I made it through the room and have to say that the feeling of excitement was fantastic and well worth the effort of plucking up the courage to do it. I didn’t look at anyone to see if they were looking at me but I’m hoping at least someone will have seen me.

Tuesday 2nd October – feel I need to up the ante

Today I’ve been trying to think of something new and daring to do in work. In part because I reread my blog last night and thought it had become all very samey. Which is OK for me, and hopefully those that enjoy seeing me, but probably getting a bit boring for readers. I think it needs to be more than just a record of whether I’m wearing underwear or not. However, I’m struggling with what I can do precisely because its work and I need to be at least a little professional and sensible in the way I dress.

I am trying to come up with some nice scenarios to engage in and write about – and I’m sure I will - so please don’t stop reading.