Saturday 23rd November – Trousers without knickers and braless in a cashmere top

Husband wasn't going to get home from work until about 7 so we decided to go to the pub for something to eat. I wore a pair of cream, wide leg trousers and one of my cashmere jumpers.


I've worn the trousers loads of times and I don't think I've ever worn knickers with them. One of the things I like about them is that there’s a label at the side that can be seen through the material which I’d like to think is a nice subtle way for people to see I'm not wearing underwear. Also, and may be more importantly, they are one of the few items of clothing that don’t allow me to forget I'm not wearing underwear. I think it’s because they haven’t got a waistband as such and are quit low and loose around my hips.


My jumper is a fairly new one. Orange and lovely fine genuine cashmere. It cost a relative fortune and I've only worn it once before. It feels great and forms itself over my boobs really well showing even a soft nipple.

I took my coat off while we were still outside the pub and so my nipples were far from soft when we first went in. I left Husband at the bar and went off to find a table.  

Friday 22nd November – Braless with a short dress in work

Providing I wear opaque tights and the right shoes, I've become quite relaxed about wearing short skirts and dresses for work these days. Quite a few of the other girls do and you see them all over the place outside there’s no problem.

So on Friday I wore black opaque tights and a short dress with flat, chunky shoes. The dress comes to about half way up my thigh when I'm standing and so as you may imagine, it looks very short when I sit. The dress, which is made of nice thin fabric and slightly elasticated, is sleeveless and doesn't leave any doubt I’m was braless. As I’d planned, following a few days wearing a very obvious bra, today I went without. I started the day with a v-neck jumper over the dress (well it is winter) with the intention of taking it off at some point in the day. As it turned out, I took it off just before I went out at lunch.

Making a point of walking over to a friend of mine to see if she wanted me to get anything for her while I was out. I stood chatting for a few minutes with my jacket over my arm. In my opinion, it was pretty obvious I wasn't wearing a bra. She didn't say anything, but I think I may caught her glancing at my chest a few times as we spoke. So maybe she noticed.

If I'm honest, having planned it and been looking forward to it for a few days I was a little disappointed and felt a sort of anti-climax. It’s not as if going braless is new to me is it. I'm sure someone must have noticed and, unless people are talking behind my back, it looks like no one cares. On a plus point, it seems that if I keep things low key, with the right type of casual style that suits the office and relatively infrequent I can probably get away with indulging myself occasionally. So maybe not a complete waste of time.

Wednesday 20th November – Tights without knickers, but not braless

Today I wore the short black skirt I wore about a week ago. It’s the very short one that I wasn’t sure I’d ever wear for work. As it goes, providing I wear it with opaque tights and chunky flat shoes it looks OK. I didn't wear any knickers today.


As I said I would, I wore a bra. Although I started the day with a jumper over a tee shirt, it was warm enough in the office for me to take the jumper off, so for most of the day I was just wearing the tee shirt.  

Tuesday 19th November – Braless today

Today I went commando in black jeans and without a bra in a tee shirt with a v-neck jumper over it.  I wore similar clothes yesterday, only yesterday I didn't go braless.

When I was getting dressed this morning I had in my mind that although the jumper and tee shirt are thick enough to prevent nipples showing though I'm hopeful that someone might notice the different shape of my boobs and wonder if/realise I'm braless.  During the day I decided that tomorrow, and on Thursday I’ll wear a bra that is quite obvious and then on Friday I’ll go without.

See if I can work out if anyone notices.

Sunday 17th November - Without underwear all day.

We’d half planned to go out and do a bit more shopping.  So in anticipation of this, from the start of the day I was wearing my mustard trousers with a black tee shirt.  While I was hanging round the house, I had a sweat shirt on top with the plan of taking it off when we went out.  I didn't have knickers or a bra on.

In the end we didn't go anywhere and I changed in to jeans at about midday.

Sorry for the boring entry.

Saturday 16th November – Braless while shopping in Manchester

Went to Manchester with Husband today to try to get started on the Christmas shopping.  For the 3rd time in the last week I wore the naked dress again (I've washed it before you start thinking I'm disgusting), with black opaque tights without knickers.  This time I wore flat heeled boots and a short jacket.

To be honest, I spent much of the day freezing.  The jacket was really just too thin and even though I was braless and I only had the dress on under it, while we were walking round the shops, no one would have been any the wiser.

During the day we went for a couple of coffees.  One of them in Whetherspoons where it was warm enough for me to take my jacket off.  I caught a few people giving me a bit of a double take when I walked to the toilet (upstairs in the Moon under the water) which went some way to making the effort of going braless while wearing a flimsy dress on such a cold day.

A wedding reception in a revealing dress without underwear

A couple of years ago, we went to a wedding in Carden Park in Cheshire.  It’s a big hotel with a golf course and is really a very nice place.  The wedding didn't have a daytime reception as such, just a big carvery for around 150 people at about 6.30pm.

We’d all got to the hotel from the church and were being served drinks and nibbles out in front of the hotel in the garden while the bride and groom were off getting the photos taken.  We didn't really know many people but stood talking to a group of couples who did know each other.

During the day, I was wearing a long salmon coloured dress.  Quite fitted and made of the sort of fabric that forms itself to my body quite noticeably.  I wasn't wearing any knickers under it, but I did have a bra on.  Although the dress looks and feels great to wear without a bra, I wasn't sure who’d be at the wedding and I didn't want to risk looking over the top for a church service.  The bra I was wearing was one of those that’s supposed to be very discreet but in real life it was really quite visible under this dress.

Eventually, after what seemed like ages, we were told that the food would be ready in about an hour.  We’d already had quite a lot to drink and as we were all staying at the hotel, we and the others in our little group decided we’d go to our rooms have a bit of a freshen up.

I’d always planned to wear the same dress for the evening so didn't have anything to change in to.  We had plenty of time and so I got a shower and redid my make-up.  After a short consideration, I put my dress back on without a bra.  I’d only worn it twice before, on both occasions without a bra.  However, the other times I’d worn it with tights without knickers.  So this was the first time I’d worn it out without any underwear at all.

Personally, I thought the dress looked fantastic without underwear.  The colour made it look more revealing than it actually was.  With a high neck line and ¾ sleeves it didn't show any flesh at all.  What made it revealing was the smoothness, the lack of any evidence of underwear.  It certainly felt great, but before we left the room I checked to see what Husband thought.  He was OK with it and said that the dress looked really good but I needed to appreciate that it was quite obvious that I wasn't wearing anything under it.  I was OK with that but just in case I felt I needed to cover up at any time over the evening, I took a wrap with me when we went over to the function suite.  I popped a thong in to my hand bag just in case I needed them and off we went.

Thursday 14th November – Tight dress and stockings gets a few nice comments in work

Tonight I met a friend I haven’t seen for ages.  We met in the Trafford Centre which is on the way home, the parking is easy and there’s still plenty of choice of where to eat.  Most importantly, it gave me a reason to dress up a little more than I normally do in work.  Even more importantly, it gave me an excuse for if and when people wondered why I was all dolled up for work.


I wore one of the tight dresses I used to wear a lot in the last job.  With it I went for sheer black hold-ups and my knickers were in my handbag.  I’d worn them for the drive in to Manchester and nipped to the loo to take them off as soon as I got to work.  I had flat shoes on for walking around the office, but changed in to high heeled court shoes about an hour or so before I left the office.


The dress is unlined and is just tight enough and made from thin enough fabric to show the impression of the stockings on my thighs and I’d like to think that the lack of VPL would get people wondering what I had on under it.  


For most of the day I had a jumper on over the dress but took it off at about 4 o'clock which I'm sure revealed to those who work in the same area as me that I wasn't wearing a bra.  Because the dress was so different to anything I've worn for work before and far dressier than anything anyone wears in this office I attracted some attention.


One of the lads who sits near me (a lovely fella and very gay) could hardly stop telling me how good I looked; particularly once I’d taken the jumper off.  Although he didn't actually mention my lack of a bra, I'm certain he noticed and pretty sure that’s what he was referring to.  He kept saying “You look amazing, really amazing”.  Interestingly, none of the other lads made any comment.  Quite a few of the girls (there’s about 40 odd of us in the office) asked where I was going so my dress certainly didn't go unnoticed.


May be when we next go on a night out (which will be Christmas sometime) I might just see what I feel like and may be push the boat out a little.

The joy of going commando

It will surprise no one to hear that I love going commando.  I go without knickers whether I’m wearing trousers, skirts or dresses.  In fact, when I went for the interview for this job I wore a suit; a dark navy blue pencil skirt suit. Under the jacket I wore a white polo neck jumper.  I didn’t have a bra on but I’d planned on keeping the jacket fastened, which I did.  So no one will have known.

Under the skirt I wore sheer black hold-ups and went without knickers.  The skirt was knee length and the style of it meant that there was pretty much zero chance of any drama so I knew I’d be OK.

Even though the skirt is fully lined and I knew there was no chance anyone would be any the wiser, I wanted to go without underwear for my own reasons.  As is the case with going braless, I usually feel more dressed up and smarter when I leave my knickers off.  Whatever the reason, and I find it very difficult to explain, it just makes me feel better.

Sometimes, I like to leave the house with knickers on and then take them off during the day.  May be while I'm in the car park before I get out of the car or in the loo when I get to wherever I'm going.  The act of taking my knickers off during the day while I'm out is really very enjoyable and I do it quite often.   

Going commando is at its best for me when I wear something that I think people might just be able to tell, but leave enough ambiguity for them not to be 100% sure.

To try to explain this, I was at a wedding some years ago when I saw a woman wearing a really nice white dress.  I could see that she was wearing a bra but there was no sign of her knickers.  Obviously, although I was pretty sure she wasn't wearing any, I couldn't be 100% certain.  Until the early evening when she came back in to the marquee for the evening function.  She was wearing the same dress but now I could clearly see that she was wearing a thong.  I loved the fact that it confirmed that she hadn't been wearing any during the day.

Since then, I've often tried to do the same thing and in fact I have some dresses that, when I'm going commando I’ll specifically wear a bra.  I think this will let people see that the dress shows my underwear because they can see my bra and therefore, if I was wearing knickers they’d be able to see them too.  On occasion, just like the woman at the wedding, I’ll put knickers on half way through the day in the hope that I confirm the suspicions of those who have noticed me.  Sometimes, and the evening of a wedding is a good example of when I have done so, I might take my bra off.  

Over time, I’ll try to relate some of these occasions here in my blog.  The first one I’ll write about will be the wedding I refer to above when I removed my bra for the evening part of the wedding.

 I’ll do my best to make it interesting.  Please keep reading.

Tuesday 12th November – Mustard trousers without knickers

For the first time in this job, today I wore the mustard trousers for work.  I wore them with a white shirt with a black v-neck jumper over it.  I had a pair of knickers in my hand bag with the idea of putting them on at some point in the day like I've done many times before (but not in this job so far) but in the end I didn't and remained commando all day.  Which in itself is no bad thing I suppose, but I didn't give the opportunity for anyone to see the difference.  Next time may be.


I’d been putting off wearing these trousers for work and, although I’d considered wearing them quite a few times, I’d never done so until today.  Husband says, and I agree with him, that they make it pretty obvious if I'm not wearing anything under them.  It’s particularly true if I give people the chance to see them when I am wearing underwear as even the flimsiest, most invisible knickers leave a VPL that’s quite clearly visible through the fabric.


It’s a shame they’re getting past their best because I'm yet to find a pair of trousers that fit me as well as these do. 


On this occasion, and for no good reason because I could have quite easily done so, I didn't go braless.  

Sunday 10th November – No knickers all day long

Managed to remain wearing nothing but the dress until about 5 ish when it became a bit too cold.  Even now I still have the dress on but have put a sweatshirt on over it.  I haven’t put any tights on yet and I’m still not wearing any knickers and will try to resist all night if it doesn't get any colder.

I didn't see anyone all day so it was all just for me really.

During the warm weather of summer most evenings when I got home from work I’d get changed and on the odd time I’d been wearing underwear for work, I’d take it off.  I have quite a few of those long fitted dresses you see so often these days.  I'm pretty much always happy to go out in any of these dresses without any underwear even though a few of them leave very little to the imagination.

Sunday 10th November – Braless and without knickers in a flimsy dress

Husband’s off work today and so we didn’t get up until gone 9.  The heating was on and the house was nice and warm.

I got a shower and saw that the ‘naked dress’ I wore for Morrisons yesterday was still on the chair in the bedroom and so I decided to put it on.  It took me all of about 3 seconds to go from naked to dressed.  I did consider putting tights on (which I may do later) but for now, I’m going without.

We’re not planning to go anywhere and I intend to spend all day sitting round relaxing, reading a bit and may be doing some writing for the blog.

Obviously I realise that going braless and leaving my knickers at home isn’t the most daring thing I’ve ever done, it’s now gone 12 and although I’ve felt a little on the chilly side a few times, up to now I’m still wearing just the dress.  Nothing else at all.

Saturday 9th November – Short dress tights, no knickers and braless in the supermarket

Husband was working and was out of the house well before I got up.  I had all kinds of ideas about going in to town (Warrington) to get a few things and have a coffee with a friend.  But she didn't text me and I didn't text her so I ended up just hanging round the house doing bits of half-hearted cleaning.  I slopped around in black leggings and a tee shirt and hadn’t bothered with underwear.  I don’t wear leggings very often but when I do I always go commando with them and can’t imagine the day I’d ever wear knickers with leggings.  It was about 3 o'clock when I realised I had to get myself moving.  I had to drag myself to Morrisons to get something for tea.  I hadn't even had a shower (which I realise is disgusting) and it was getting late, Husband would be home at about 4.30pm so I needed to get a move on.

Feeling much better after the shower, and with an entry for the blog in the back of my mind, I decided to wear the naked dress.  It’s the very short, flimsy one I've always said I would never wear underwear with.  Well it was too cold and windy to go completely naked with it today, so I wore it with black opaque tights.  The dress really clung to me because of the static caused by the nylon tights and this seemed to make it appear even shorter than I remember it being.  It goes without saying that I didn't put a bra on, but did feel I needed to put a jacket on; it was just too cold to go without anything.  I’d have looked stupid.

It was raining and freezing and so I walked as quickly as I could from the car to the shop.  My jacket was flapping open in the wind and my boobs were moving and bouncing under the dress and my nipples were as prominent as I've ever known them to be.  By the time I was inside, the thin dress was stuck to my legs and was literally only a few inches below my crotch.  I was just hoping my tights were still pulled up properly.  It was difficult for me to stop myself adjusting it, but I managed to resist and left it to sort itself out and find its own level; which it pretty quickly did.

Although the shop was fairly busy, I can’t say anyone took much notice of me and so the joy was all mine.  

I arrived home just as Husband was pulling on to the drive.  He helped me in with the bags and when I took my jacket off he quite surprised to see what I was wearing and could hardly believe I’d only been to Morrisons.

Friday 8th November – Naked under my dress for a visit to the theatre and a few drinks

I rushed home from work to shower and get changed because we needed to be back in Manchester City Centre by 7.15pm at the latest.  Husband was more or less ready when I got in and so the bathroom was free.  The fastest shower ever (didn’t wash my hair),make-up done and ready to get dressed in less than 20 minutes.
We were going to the Royal Exchange theatre so it wasn't really a dress up occasion even though we were planning a couple of drinks after.  I wore a knee length, dark green dress made of nice thin clingy material.  Even though I was a little worried I’d end up freezing, I wore it without underwear.  I considered putting tights on but really wanted to be naked under this rather nice dress.

In a dress like this one, I’d usually have worn knickers for the drive in to Manchester, but to be honest, on this occasion I just forgot.  I didn't even put any in my handbag for emergencies.  As it turned out, there were no emergencies and all was OK.

After the theatre, we called in to a bar called Room for a drink. Why Husband wanted to go there I’ve no idea, it’s the opposite direction to where we’d parked the car.  On the way to the bar, the cold wind was blowing the dress against my thighs and between my legs. Sometimes the wind seemed to reverse and blow against my back, again pushing my dress between my legs and against my bottom.

As soon as we got to Room I took my jacket off at the bottom of the stairs and dumped it on to my husband to hold and went to the loo.  With it being so cold my nipples were very pronounced and were still clearly visible when I walked back in to the bar area.  As I've said, the dress is nice and thin and soft so forms itself nicely over my body and allows my boobs to move quite freely.  I caught some sideways glances from a couple of people as I made my way back to the bar area.  When I got there he was still at the bar so I stood back and waited for him to get the drinks, conscious that my nipples were still quite hard and showing well.

There were no seats, which suited me really, because we were able to stand.  It was quite nice to be standing in a busy place in a dress that I was pretty sure people would be able to tell I was naked under it.  I hoped that at least it would have them guessing.

After leaving Room, we walked down to Deansgate (nearer to the car) and called in to Label.  I took my jacket off when we were about 100mts or so away from the bar.  Nipples like football studs and the dress again blowing against my thighs and between my legs.  Even though I was freezing it was worth it.  There was quite a lot of people about standing outside the bars and restaurants and at the bus stops.  It’s also quite brightly lit too.  I'm certain a good few people noticed my boobs at least.  Impossible for them not too I'd like to think.

Thursday 7th November – In work (and the Trafford Centre) and I'm going commando in jeans

This morning I considered wearing my mustard coloured trousers.  They’re getting a bit old now and I've worn them quite a lot so they’re probably getting close to the end of their life.  In the end I didn't and went for jeans. As I do 99% of the time with jeans, I went commando.

The particular jeans I wore are quite low on my hips and I sort of hope that the fact that no one will see any sign of underwear will make them wonder just a little.

On top I was braless with a very thin tee shirt with a v-neck jumper over it.  I suspect it was probably just about possible to tell I wasn't wearing a bra, I noticed I had a slight nipple show a few times during the day, but nothing over the top and all was nice and subtle.

On the way home I called in to the Trafford Centre specifically to buy some tights and have a general look around.  Even though it was pretty cold, before I got out of the car I took my jumper off leaving just the tee shirt.  I had a jacket, so I wasn't going to freeze to death, and if I was to try anything on, I didn't have too many layers.  As it happened, I saw I nice pair of trousers in M&S.

I'm more than a little reluctant to try clothes on when I'm commando, I'm not sure other people, who may try them on after me would be very pleased about it, and so it’s something I don’t usually do.  But the trousers I liked weren't tight fitting and I was 99% sure I was going to buy them and I just wanted to make sure they would fasten, so against my better judgement, I decided to try them on.

Once in the changing room I kicked my shoes off and took my jeans off.  I pulled the new trousers on, they would fasten OK and I was happy with them and knew I was going to buy them.  With this knowledge I pulled them on properly and fastened them.  There was a youngish lad handing the tags out at the changing room entrance, so I decided to go out to look at them in a better full length mirror.

Before I left the changing room I took my jacket off and went out, and walked out in to the shop to find a mirror.  The lad at the entrance looked over toward me and his eyes went straight to my boobs.  He’d clearly noticed I was braless.  I found the mirror I was looking for, gave myself the quick once over and went back to the changing rooms and changed back in to my jeans.  I didn't put my jacket back on until I was at the cashiers desk, just to give the lad another quick look as I handed him the tag thing back to him - hahahaha!  Hope he was as pleased as I was.

Wednesday 6th November – Short dress and tights without underwear

Wore quite a short dress (black) today with black opaque tights with flat shoes.  To make it fit in with work I wore a white shirt and a crew neck jumper over it.  Again it was easy to leave my bra off and no knickers was the order of the day.

There was no outward evidence of my bralessness (if there’s such a word) but it was nice for me feeling my boobs moving under my clothing.

This dress is the shortest thing I’ve worn for work in this job and really keen to wear it because of this blog.  I wanted to try to get something in to write about.  As it happens, no one has batted an eyelid at the short dress and with the flattie shoes and jumper it looks quite funky and cool.  Will certainly wear it again.

Tuesday 5th November – Short black skirt with red tights

Wore the same short black skirt I wore last Friday.  This time I wore it with red opaque tights and flat, lace-up shoes.  On top I had a white shirt (with a collar) and a red sweatshirt.

I didn't have any knickers on with the tights and also went without a bra.

The skirt (which isn't actually that short) is made out of really cheap, stretchy fabric and is very clingy.  A few of the girls around the office wear similar skirts, and although I'm probably the oldest of us wearing them, Im also the skinniest and so I feel I can easily get away with it.  

I've seen quite noticeable VPL on some of the other girls and so I hope that someone notices that I don’t suffer from such a thing.  Just may be the smoothness and lack of VPL gets them wondering.  Let’s hope.

Monday 4th November – Commando and braless in work

The cold weather means that I’m wearing jumpers now so it’s much easier to go braless in work.  I’d like to think a few observant people will notice, but I suspect most won’t and it certainly won’t cause a problem for me.  Today I wore a white tee shirt with a black woollen v-neck jumper over it.

Just for information, I went commando with a pair of black jeans.  So no drama there either.

Sunday 3rd November - Sunday Lunch

We weren't celebrating anything, just wanted to go for a nice drive out somewhere and lunch on a blustery, wet Sunday morning.  Fancying somewhere countrified, we headed north looking for somewhere suitable.  It was only just gone 10am when we left home so we had time to make it up to the Lakes if we needed to go that far.

I was wearing one of my cashmere polo neck tops and a long woollen skirt with boots.  I was Braless as you might expect with those lovely tops, and fully commando (without knickers or tights) under
the skirt.  Although such a long heavy skirt shows nothing at all, it still feels quite nice to go commando in such a way.

An altogether pleasant day without my knickers.

Friday 1st November – Drinks after work

This new job gives very few opportunities for revealing myself.  Mostly because the dress code is so relaxed; it’s mainly jeans and tee shirts and jumpers.  The last place I worked was a very smart office and it was much easier to indulge myself.

The main exception to this is when we go for a drink after work.  Last Friday was one of those occasions. This time I wore a short(ish) black skirt with opaque tights and boots.  Although I didn’t change the top I’d been wearing all day, I quickly nipped to the loo and slipped my bra off before we all left the office. The top was a black woollen polo neck (not one of the cashmere ones) and relatively discreet but still allows people to see I’m braless if they choose to look.  

The evening passed off very well and we all had quite a good time.  As usual, no one made any comment about me being braless and I’m not even sure who noticed I’d taken my bra off even though on a few occasions my nipples were quite noticeable.  The only thing that made me think, was when we were all leaving to go home. As we were all hugging (as happens these days) one of the girls rubbed my back in a way that felt she was checking for a bra. But that could well have been my imagination.  

Saturday 20th April – No underwear on a night out on Deansgate

Out with Husband and a couple of friends tonight in Manchester. We were all meeting up in one of our common haunts – The Moon Under Water on Deansgate – and we got there at about 8 o'clock.

I was driving, which was a bit of a bummer in some ways but it was well over due being my turn so it was difficult to complain really.

I was wearing cream wide leg trousers which sit quit low on my hips and are made from lovely thin fabric. They don’t have a waistband as such and zip up the side. They’re great to wear without knickers because they’re not particularly tight fitting and are trousers that it I did have knickers on it would be impossible for them not to be clearly visible. Also, the comparative looseness of them means that I actually feel like I'm not wearing underwear.

I don’t mean this to sound strange but I'm trying to think of a way to explain what I mean when I say that it’s very easy to slip my hand inside the trousers which is something I can’t resist doing when I wear them. Not all the way in, that would be too weird, but just enough to remind myself I'm not wearing knickers. In particular, I like to put my fingers just inside at the back and move it round over the top of my buttock, sort of as if I was tucking a shirt in I suppose. Also, I often try to discreetly put my hand down the front sort of as if putting my hand in my jeans pocket – does that make any sense – and feeling over my hip where knickers would be if I had any on.

I wore them with open toe, high sandals.

The top I bought from Next is a knitted cardigan in a sort of Channel type of style in a pinky colour with darker edging and brass buttons. Not the type of top that can be left open but it feels nice to go braless with.

I’d braved it and had gone out without a coat like I was some sort of kid and was freezing on the walk from the car park up to the pub. The top did nothing to hinder the movement of my boobs or my nipples showing through. Mind you, the nipples didn't really surprise me because this top shows even soft nipples, and they were like football studs from the second we got out of the car.

A few nice glances as we made our way up to the pub and when we got there a couple of the doormen said hello to me (I don’t know them from Adam) while they were blatantly staring at my boobs failing to look me in the eye even for a second.  We moved through all the people who gather by the doors over to the back and upstairs where we’d arranged to meet the other two. My nipples were still raging when our friends arrived about 10 minutes after us.

For most of the night, the person I caught looking at my boobs most was Husband. Almost every time I looked at him I caught him. 

Saturday 20th April – Braless in the white silk shirt

It was slightly damp when I ironed it but by the time I’d had it on for a few minutes it was fine. I’d washed the white silk shirt (which is actually polyester according to the label) that I’d worn the other day for work and was wearing it to go in to Manchester for a few hours for a coffee and a mooch round the shops while Husband was at work.

As I wasn't at work I had no problem wearing it without a bra and I left a more daring number of buttons undone than I would on a work day. It was undone to just below the level of the bottom of my boobs.

I wore the short red skirt and went commando with black opaque tights, low heeled boots and a short black jacket.

As usual, I started my morning with a coffee in Costa and spent some time thinking about where I should go. Luckily I managed to get a window seat again. I took my jacket off and hooked it over the back of the chair hoping that someone might notice the lack of bra straps showing through the shirt.  

My main plan for the morning was to find a nice top to wear when we went out in the evening and once I’d finished the coffee it was straight over to Debenhams. The weather wasn't too bad so I didn't put my jacket on and carried it on the short walk from Costa to Debenhams. Once in the shop, I hooked it of over my shoulder bag and walked round quite happily, although I did find myself repeatedly checking how low the shirt was undone and found very difficult to stop myself pulling the two sides together. Eventually, when I managed to leave it alone for more than a few minutes, it found its own position from where it didn't really open any wider and I became really very comfortable with it.

I didn't get a top in Debenhams but eventually managed to find one in Next.

Thursday 18th April – Braless with a white silk shirt

Wore my short red skirt, black opaque tights without knickers and flat shoes. On top I was braless with a white silk shirt and a white camisole with shoestring straps underneath. It’s a shirt I've worn on its own without a bra many times – it looks fantastic with jeans - but it’s not really suitable for work worn in such a way. Just too thin, too see-through and too revealing. Mind you, I actually have worn it for work without a bra a few times but have kept a jacket on for times I've had to walk round the office.

The shirt is loose fitting, as is the camisole, so my boobs move very freely as I walk. Even during the day I get a nice feeling of slight movement with just the normal activity of working at my desk. The two layers of fabric mean there’s very little on show. But I hope people can see the bra strap free, smooth look over my back and just may be they get to see some movement of my breast too.

As I think I've said in this blog before, Husband says (and I agree) that many men can spot a braless woman from half a mile away. I’d like to think that a couple of layers of thin silk didn't stop people noticing me.

Wednesday 17th April – Commando in work today

Nothing special today, just grey trousers and a black silk shirt. Although I went commando, today I decided to wear a bra. No particular reason, I just did.

Tuesday 16th April – Hold up’s, fitted dress with without any other underwear.

I'm beginning to think I need to do a bit of clothes shopping. I seem to be wearing the same things all the time.

Today I wore the green dress (again) with no underwear other than a pair of sheer black hold-up (if they can be classed as underwear) and my high heeled court shoes. This is the dress that shows the impression of the tops of my hold-ups on my thighs through the fabric.

It’s also a dress that I like to go braless with because it’s tight enough to give a small element of support but not so tight as to completely stop any movement or squash my boobs flat like some dresses I have. It sort of forms itself nicely over my own shape and sometimes can give a slight hint of soft nipples; something I really like.

As I often do, I’d worn knickers for the drive in to work and took them off when I arrived in the car park; not an easy job in this dress. Because it’s a pencil skirt dress (if that makes any sense) I have to get it all the way up so it’s practically around my waist before I can take my knickers off. Then trying to wriggle it back down without doing myself an injury, and without pushing my stockings down at the same time is a bit of a nightmare, although I managed it in the end.

On the way home I called in to Morrisons to get petrol. The slightly chilly wind meant I was displaying a little more than soft nipples but there wasn't anyone around to notice on this occasion.   

Friday 12th April – Naked under my dress in a pub in Manchester

It took me almost 20 minutes to walk from the office to the pub on Deansgate. My high court shoes weren't the best choice for walking and so I took it easy as I didn't want a repeat of the other week when I ended up with blisters. The glorious feeling of being naked under my dress, in particular the movement of my braless boobs at they bounced and jiggled was just lovely and the feeling of the fabric moving over my stomach, hips and thighs as I walked was wonderful.

I reached the bar (The moon under the Water) and took my jacket off before I got to the door. Well aware that as I walked through all the smokers who congregate in the entrance that my nipples were hard and showing through the fabric of the dress nicely – remember, this dress shows even soft nipples. It was plainly obvious to anyone who looked that I wasn't wearing a bra and as I walked through the pub I caught a number of people looking at my boobs.

Knowing exactly where my friend would be I walked straight to the back of the pub and up the stairs. There she was at the bar with a bottle of wine and two glasses. Right next to where she was standing was a group of about 8 middle aged blokes and I swear every single one of them looked me over; some were a lot less subtle than others. I stood with my back to them guessing that they’d see that there were no bra straps across my back and no VPL so they'd be well aware I wasn't wearing a bra or knickers. As Husband has assured me, this dress leaves no doubt what I'm wearing under it.

I love this dress. It’s knee length with long sleeves and a high neck, it shows nothing and yet in some ways, it shows everything. A perfect item of clothing for wearing without underwear.

Friday 12th April – Naked under the black and white dress

Out for a couple of drinks straight from work so I wore my new black and white dress. Again, I wore tights (the new natural colour 5 denier ones) with the intention of taking them off before I left the office. These tights actually don’t show the waistband as much as I remember the ones I wore last time. This gave the dress a really nice smooth look and when I get round to getting it altered I think these tights will be the ones to wear with it on the occasions I'm not going commando.

Last time I wore the dress for work I felt I needed to wear a bra. I didn't really want to wear a one today but the dress is too revealing for the office. Even Husband reckons it’d be a no-no to go braless to work in this dress and he’s often inclined to try to tempt me to go a little further than I would if left to my own devices. So I put a black jumper on over it for most of the day in work.

At about 4 o'clock I went to the loo, removed my tights and stuffed them in to my hand bag, spending the last hour of the day without knickers. About 10 minutes before I left work I took the jumper off too and although there wasn't many people left in at that time I got a nice double-take from one of the lads as I walked to the door completely naked under my dress. 

Wednesday 10th April – Dentist appointment with leg show

Our dentist is miles away from where we live and where we work so I’d taken the latest appointment I could (4.45pm) and left work at 4 for the drive to the other side of Manchester. Needless to say, I arrived 20 minutes early and sat in the car waiting to go in.

Partly with a blog entry in mind, I’d specifically chosen to wear the green skirt with the split over the left leg. With it I wore sheer natural colour tights without knickers. I knew it was perfect for sitting reclined in the dentist chair. On top, I was braless with one of the woollen polo necked jumpers.

I was greeted in to the room and I sat in the chair and pulled the gap in the skirt as closed as I could (feigned modesty) and smoothed it down as best I could, full in the knowledge that it’d be wide open again as soon as the chair was reclined.

The chair was reclined and although I knew it was open I had no idea how much of my thigh was on show. I discreetly felt down my leg for the opening which was about halfway up my thigh. The dentist was very professional and I didn’t see him look at all. However, I caught the nurse glancing down at my leg several times.

I moved a little and I felt my skirt ride up a bit more and although I didn’t know exactly how much more I just left it as it was.

Monday 8th April – Braless in a white shirt

Today I decided to wear a black pencil skirt with a white shirt. The skirt is quite tight so I went commando with tights to give a completely smooth look. Although I’ve worn the shirt without a bra quite a few times, it’s a little too revealing for work so today, although I was braless, I wore a black vest top underneath and left a few buttons undone.

Late on in the afternoon I was very tempted to take the vest top off but chickened out. May be next time.

Sunday 7th April – Braless in Tesco

Spent most of the day lounging round the house. Didn't get a shower until gone midday and then not bothering with any underwear, threw a pair of jeans on with a sort of beige coloured polo neck jumper. At about 2.00pm I decided to go to the big Tesco in Warrington.

I braved the cold (although nowhere near as cold as recent times) from the car to the shop without a jacket. Being braless this meant football stud nipples by the time I got in to the shop causing the bloke on the little security pod to give big double take.

My nipples never quite settled down all the time I was in shop and I caught a few other glances as I went round. I enjoyed the half-hour or so I spent braless in Tesco which was a nice change from being wrapped up since god knows how long.

Friday 5th April – Gabardine dress with hold-ups

I wore what may seem like a very ordinary dress today. It’s made of a sort of gabardine type fabric. Knee length, not tight and without splits or anything like that. I haven’t worn it for ages and saw it in the wardrobe this morning and just decided to wear it today. It’s a dress that may not show much (if anything) to the outside world, but gives me some pleasure.

I suppose one of the things I like about it that it’s very prim and proper and no one would have guessed that, with only a pair sheer hold-ups on, I was almost naked under it. Also, because the fabric is quite stiff and heavy and because it isn't tight it my body moves under it and throughout the day I'm constantly reminded that I am naked under it. My boobs move quite freely under it and I can feel my skin sort of chaffing against the heavy material. Feels great and as I've said, it’s all too easy to get used to being without underwear. With some clothes the feeling is forgotten in a matter of minutes. Well this dress keeps reminding me what I'm wearing under it.

Thursday 4th April – Green dress with stockings and no underwear

Met Husband straight after work and went for tea in Manchester. I wore the green dress again. This time with hold-ups and no other underwear. One nice thing was that when sitting, the impression of the stocking tops could be seen on my thighs; I liked that. 

Wednesday 3rd April – leg show on the way to work

I wore one of my button-through dresses today. Commando with sheer natural tights and I went braless. Left two buttons undone for the drive in to Manchester and the walk to the office, but just one button open in work.

Tuesday 2nd April – No knickers with sheer tights and braless in cashmere

Today I wore another pair of the new tights I bought on line last week. The ones I wore today were sheer black. At just 5 denier, I think they’re the sheerest tights I've ever come across. Completely sheer up to the waistband they look and feel amazing. Not that I wear knickers with my tights very often, but I would never wear them with these.

The skirt I chose was the green one I bought from George at ASDA a few months ago. It has a nice split over my left leg and can show about 8 inches of thigh when I walk and quite a bit more when I sit down. Encouraged by the wonderful feel of the nylon, despite the fact that I knew I’d end up with sore feet again, I wore my shiny court shoes with the high heels.

My top was the black cashmere jumper; of course I went without a bra. I could never wear a bra with cashmere.

Thursday 28th March – Super sheer tights without knickers

One of the readers sent me details of a website that specialises in selling stockings and tights. I’ve never seen such a great range in my life. So last week I ordered a few pairs of tights - very sheer and very sheer right up to the top. They claim to be 8 denier and are natural shade which is great for my skin tone. They feel fantastic and in many ways wearing them under a fitted dress feels every bit as good as being naked; in some ways better.

I wore a pair of them today for work. Husband was still in bed when I was getting ready and when I showed them to him he just loved them. Standing in front of the full length mirror I looked all but naked but with the added benefit of the feel of the nylon against me. There was not a chance I was going to wear a bra today. My dress (dark(ish) green and unlined, knee length with a side zip) slipped over them and over my hips fantastically smoothly and, other than the slight impression of my nipples, there was not a visible line to be seen however hard I looked.

On the way to work I called to get petrol and, despite it being too cold really, I filled up and walked over to the shop to pay without my jacket on. To say the look was head turning is an understatement. Partly (maybe mostly) because I had football stud nipples but I’d like to think that the smoothness also gave away just how little I was wearing under the dress. I felt fantastic. All because of a new pair of tights.

Wednesday 27th March – Suspender bumps again

The new skirt is fabulous for both stockings and going commando. Both of which I indulged myself in today. As I often do, I wore knickers for the drive in to Manchester but slipped them off once I’d parked up.

Although the skirt is knee length and without splits or long vents I think it’s extremely sexy. Obviously great quality fabric, it’s just perfect for a subtle show of suspender bumps because it’s only lined at the back which leaves just a very fine, single layer over the front of my thighs. The lining at the back makes it a little easier to feel secure if I’m going commando, particular when I'm sitting down for much of the day. The stockings were 10 denier sheer black (I bought them last night) and I wore my high court shoes.

On top I wore the new shirt from TM Lewin. The one I bought last night. As I was getting dressed this morning I nearly chickened out of going without a bra because I did feel very braless (if you know what I mean) and wasn't sure it was quite suitable for work. Mostly because the darkness of my nipples was quite plainly visible. I tried it with a bra, but the bra made the shirt feel a little too tight and pulled the buttons open too much, so in the end I decided to go for it and left it off. It’s not as if I'm new to going braless is it? However, I took the precaution of a cardigan which I could fasten if I felt I needed to at any time during the day.

Someone must have noticed I wasn't wearing a bra and I can’t believe no one noticed the suspender bumps as I seemed to spend what felt like a lot of the day walking round the office for some reason and I could see them relatively clearly myself. Normally I like to get away from the desk for a while and walk about, but today I was wearing my killer heels and my feet were killing me by the time I was ready to go home. Stupid shoes to wear for work really.

Tuesday 26th March – Braless and without knickers in work

Wore trousers again today. Commando from the start. Braless with a woollen jumper and cardigan. Even with the cardigan I was cold all day long and didn't go out at lunchtime so I could leave earlier.

On the way home I went to TM Lewin on King Street and bought myself a new shirt. White cotton and quite fitted. Then I called in to the Trafford Centre and bought myself a couple of pairs of stockings and a really nice black woollen skirt from Debenhams. If I think I can stand the cold I might wear it tomorrow.

Monday 25th March – I took my knickers off in the office

I started the day wearing knickers with my mustard trousers with the intention of taking them off at some point during the day. I like to do that in the hope that some people will notice the difference; I can’t believe they don’t.

My top was one of the woollen polo necks I have, a dark brown one. With it being dark coloured, it’s discrete enough for me to quite easily go without a bra; which I did. The cold meant I had repeated ‘nipple events’ throughout the day but nothing that was too much of a problem for me.

In the end, I didn't take my knickers off until quite late in the afternoon. But it felt great when I did and I caught a few people giving me a double take as I walked past their desk. Just what I wanted.

Friday 22nd March – Suspender bumps with a nice tight skirt

Today I wore stockings with suspenders. Although I'm not entirely comfortable with them - I've always been one for a nice smooth outline under my clothes – I thought I’d give them another go today. I haven’t got any underwear that matches the suspenders and wore a pair of light blue silky boy-shorts (for those who have read earlier posts will know how much I like these knickers; I must have about 10 pairs) and was braless from when I left home in the morning.

The main reason I wore the suspenders was so I’d have something to write on the blog. How mad is that. Sort of feels like the wrong reason somehow, but I quite enjoyed it none the less.

The stockings were sheer and a natural colour and I picked a knee length grey skirt that was just tight enough and made from thin enough fabric to show the bumps of the suspender fasteners. Once again, the ridiculous temperature (and me sitting right next to a big window) dictated that I just had to wear a few layers and so I had a vest top under my shirt and a nice thick cardigan on top. Even then I was never properly warm all day.

Walking to and from the car park the cold certainly reminded me I had stockings on as I could feel the cold on my thighs above the stocking tops. 

Thursday 21st March – braless in work but who would know

Back in Manchester and absolutely freezing cold and windy today. Wore trousers (with knickers I'm afraid to say) and although I didn't have a bra on, I wore a white shirt with a black v-neck jumper over it.

So other than a small amount of movement for the aficionado’s of bralessness; gentlemen, please stand back, there’s nothing to see here, please stand back.

Tuesday 19th March – I removed my bra before I left the hotel to meet my work colleagues

The meeting was quite interesting and was over just before 6 when I went off with one off to check in to the hotel.

A few from the Birmingham office and the person from Leeds were meeting in a bar in Brindley Place at 7 so I didn't have much time and as most of the others were going straight from the office there was no need to change. I pondered a bit as to whether it’d be sensible for me to take my bra off or whether it would be a bit unnecessary (so to speak) for work. I was wearing a white cotton button-up shirt. I've worn that shirt braless many times without any drama so I decided it’d be OK to go without.  

With my bra thrown on to the bed I stood in front of the mirror as I fastened my shirt and tucked it in to my skirt. If I pulled the fabric tight over my boob it was possible to make out the slight darkness of my nipples but when it wasn't pulled tight it was OK; just about possible to tell I was braless if you looked. The giveaway,  as always, would be the absence of bra straps over my back and the movement of my breasts. As Husband says, braless breasts move in a way that only braless breast can! I think I've said before, he reckons he can tell if a woman is braless in less than a second pretty much whatever type of top she’s wearing. As long as my boobs aren't hanging out all over the place, I quite like the idea of people knowing I'm braless. I think it’s sexy without being at all revealing. And sexy without being revealing is what the aim of my exhibitionism is all about really.

On the short walk from the hotel to the bar the bitingly cold wind meant I kept my coat well fastened up but it was really nice to experience the movement under my shirt and feel my nipples rubbing up against the cotton of my shirt for the first time that day. 

Tuesday 19th March – subtle leg show on the train journey to Birmingham

Aiming to get the 13.27 train I ended up in a bit of a rush and almost had to run to Piccadilly station. Which wasn't what I wanted because I knew I’d have no time to get a coffee and end up all hot and bothered before the journey had even started?

With my coat completely undone and two buttons undone on the skirt, I could feel it flapping open with almost every step. From the side, I'm sure the stocking tops must have been quite plainly on view.

As it was, in the end it wasn't too bad, and I made to the station with just under 10 minutes to spare.

The train was quite empty and so I had a choice of seats. I picked one of the few seats with a table and facing seats and sat on the outside seat. I took my coat off, and as the train was so empty I just put it on the seat next to me. Leaving the two buttons undone showed my entire thigh when I sat down - stocking tops and all – I considered leaving it like that but when I heard someone get on behind me I chickened out and fastened one of the buttons. Even the one button undone showed a goodly amount of thigh. I adjusted myself and the skirt until I was comfortable that just the right amount of leg was on show. I crossed my legs and sat ready to enjoy an hour or so of sitting relaxing.

As the journey passed, I caught most people giving my legs a once over. Very nice feeling it was too. Just before I stood to get off the train I popped the second button open.

New Street station was the usual chaos and as usual I ended up leaving the station from a different exit and had no idea where I was. Eventually I found my way to a place I recognised. The meeting I was attending wasn't till 4 so I went to Starbucks for a coffee. Left the two buttons undone while I was in Starbucks and didn't fasten them until I got to the office.

Tuesday 19th March – flashing my stocking tops on the train to work

On the train on Tuesday morning (I was going to the Birmingham office later in the day so I left the car at home) and I noticed that a bloke a little further down the carriage was repeatedly glancing my way, obviously looking at my legs. I was wearing one of the button-through skirts with sheer black hold-ups. Although I can’t be sure, but as I was sitting with my legs crossed, I can only think that he could see the stocking tops at the back of my crossed leg. 

I uncrossed and re-crossed my legs which helped the skirt ride up a little more and as I did, as discreetly as possible popped the bottom button open; I can’t for the life of me think why I had it fastened. This allowed the skirt to fall open a little and showed just very small amount of the start of the dark part of the stocking top on the top of my thigh, hope I've explained that well enough to understand.

Content with that, I remained sitting like that until I got off, hoping that more people than the one bloke had appreciated my effort.

Monday 18th March – I took my bra off half way through the day

Today I wore a skirt I haven’t worn for ages. It’s the one I bought from George in ASDA; the one with the split over the knee.

I couldn't go commando today but I did wear stockings (hold-up’s) and my nice high heeled patent leather court shoes. The skirt is fine for walking around but the split is a little too high for when was sitting; it was all but impossible to hide my stocking tops. To be honest, it’s a skirt I’ll possibly only wear with tights for work from now on. With hindsight, I think wearing it with stockings was may be a bit over the top for work. I probably wouldn't have worn it with stockings today if I hadn't known I’d be sitting behind my desk for 95% of the day.

My top was a black fitted cotton shirt. I started the day with a bra but took it off later in the day - probably about 2 o'clock – to see if anyone noticed. I'm pretty sure a few did, but as always, no one said a word. 

Sunday 17th March – braless in Tesco

Didn't have any particular plans for today. Husband was working so I went to Tesco and the garden centre for a look round. I went commando with my mustard trousers and braless in a black polo neck jumper.

Too cold in the garden centre to leave my jacket off but was just about OK in Tesco. Walking from the car to the shop had my nipples like football studs but they’d calmed down by the time I’d got to the stationery isle!

I was in Tesco for just under an hour and in that time I saw just a couple of people that noticed I wasn't wearing a bra.

Friday15th March – night out commando in jeans

As the title says, I ended up going for my jeans but didn't wear the cheesecloth top in the end. I decided against it because I knew I wouldn't be able to take my jacket off if I had worn it. Instead, I wore a black silk tee shirt.

The very thin, soft fabric shows even soft nipples and does nothing to stop movement. It feels great to be braless with it and Husband was quite keen on it too.

So not massively exciting to write about but I did keep my promise to go out without any underwear.

Friday 15th March – commando and braless in work but no excitement

It’s been a relatively unadventurous day in work today. I wore black trousers, and although I went commando they’re not particularly tight or anything so no excitement there. The only slight bit of fun is that I was braless with a tee shirt, so during the day I had a few ‘pokies’ events which was quite nice.

The best chance to get my exhibitionist fix is when we go out tonight. I don’t know where we’re going because Husband isn't home yet and we need to decide. However, I have texted him to tell him I want to go somewhere quite nice and not some scruffy old man’s pub.

Depending on where we go, I've got four or five ideas of what I’d like to wear. Possibly my naked dress but with leggings, jeans and the flimsy cheesecloth top, short cream coloured skirt with a black top of some sort or one of my long dresses – I've got a backless one that I haven’t worn yet..

Whatever I choose there’ll be no underwear tonight. 

Thursday 14th March – stockings with a button-through skirt

Bright and sunny but very cold day today, and having had an enjoyable time going commando with stockings in the dress yesterday I was keen to go for stockings again today. Hold-up’s rather than with suspenders.

This morning I picked one of my button-through skirts; the grey one. It’s just a couple of inches above the knee length and very slim fitting. Even with all the buttons fastened there’s a good few inches open. Just one button left open gives quite a nice leg show and is as much as is possible without showing my stocking tops when sitting down. Leaving two undone allows a view of my thigh as I walk and not only shows my stocking top but gives an occasional glimpse of the skin above when I'm sitting.

My top was a nicely fitted white shirt however, unusually for me, I wore a bra.

I decided not to wear knickers right from the start although I did pop a pair in my handbag in case I felt I needed them at any point during the day. As it happened, I remained commando all day without any problems.

On the drive to the office I had two buttons undone and left them open for the walk from the car park. During the day, as I was sitting at my desk and walking round the office, I left just the one button open. I’m conscious that from time to time, the thicker part at the top of my stockings was visible but I have to admit that I have no idea if anyone in work saw it.

For the walk back to the car and the drive home I undid two buttons and loved the thought that people could see so much of my legs as I walked. It was also great to feel the cold air around the tops of my thighs and between my legs which gave me a nice reminder of the fact that I was naked under my skirt.

By the way, I found out today that I've got 2 days in Birmingham next week. Quite looking forward to that.

Wednesday 13th March – braless in a tight dress with hold-ups

Today I risked the cold weather and wore a nice tight dress with no underwear other than a pair of natural coloured sheer hold-ups. Although I did wear knickers for the drive to work I nipped to the loo and took them off before I got to my desk.

This dress is a good one for me because it’s made from lovely fine wool fabric and is very fitted rather than stretchy. In fact, it’s not at all stretchy. This means that the tightness is slightly restrictive and is perfect for going braless because I can feel it resisting the movement of my boobs as they move and supporting them a little. This helps me maintain the wonderful feeling of nakedness beneath the dress.

It was the first time in a good while since I’d been to work wearing stockings so it was a nice change and it felt really great to be commando in a dress again. 

Tights without knickers

A comment was made about me wearing tights without knickers and it seems there are a few fans of the idea. It’s something I've done for years now and in fact started when I was still at school. 

The very first time I ever did it was after I’d been to the swimming baths with school. I was in the last year I think so I was probably about 16. It was the last two lessons of the morning so still had lunch and the whole of the afternoon to go. I’d been wearing knickers under my tights as I always did. As I was getting dressed, I dropped my knickers on to the wet floor and they got soaked leaving me with no real option other than to leave them off and put my tights on. Immediately I was taken by how different it felt. 

From then on, occasionally I’d leave my knickers off when I was wearing tights just for the feeling it gave me. I never told a soul. By the time I was about 18 I was doing it quite regularly. It meant I could wear tight dresses and skirts without the worry of VPL; which at the time I was overly worried about and to be honest I now feel that I made that a bit of an excuse as to why I would leave my knickers off.  Although it did eliminate VPL, the main reason I did it was for the great feeling it gave me. I was quite happy to go without knickers with even the shortest skirts and dresses and within a very short time, and right up to this day, I pretty much never wear knickers with tights.

There’s nothing else that feels quite like the nylon of tights pulled tight between my legs. I remember very well the first time I put tights on after I’d had a full bikini wax. It was absolutely glorious and I found it massively stimulating and all day long I was reminded of my state of dress. 

My enjoyment of going commando with tights continues to this day and there are very few things I like better than pulling on a brand new pair of sheer tights when I'm getting ready to go out. I love the thought of putting a dress on when I’m wearing just tights under it; almost naked but not quite. In some ways, it actually feels better than going completely commando.  

So I suppose it’s reasonable to say that over the years I've developed something of a nylon fetish.

Tuesday 12th March – commando and braless in work

Commando with my grey trousers today. Tight enough to feel good without knickers and certainly tight enough and made from thin enough fabric to keep people guessing.

On top I wore a black polo neck jumper. Didn't wear a bra and for the first few minutes of having it on felt great because the wool is quite rough and it’s one of the tops that is great to be braless. Although the almost every time I checked, my nipples were sticking out a bit, but because the jumper is black it wasn't over the top and so I felt OK walking round the office.

Monday 11th March – short red skirt, tights without knickers and braless in work

It was even colder today than it was yesterday. I’d intended to wear one of my button-through skirts with hold-ups but decided it was just too cold so I wore the short red skirt with opaque tights again - as usual, I didn't wear knickers.. This time though, I wore flat heeled boots.

On top I wore a very sheer black shirt with a black camisole underneath. As you might guess, I wasn't wearing a bra and both the camisole and shirt are relatively loose fitting so I could feel quite a lot of movement under my top which was a nice feeling. 

Sunday 10th March – The Trafford Centre in tight combats

Quite a nice looking, bright day but it was freezing. Husband was working again and I’d intended to go in to Manchester for a few hours. In the end, because it was so cold, I decided to go to the Trafford Centre instead.

I wore my light grey combat trousers and a black tee shirt. The trousers feel great without knickers. Partly because they’re quite fitted around my waist and hips, and partly because they’re made out of what I’d call very thin parachute fabric. One of the nice subtle things I like about them is that the label at the back is clearly visible through the fabric and tells anyone who looks that, if I had any knickers on, they’d be able to see them. Additionally, Husband says they give fantastic “buttock separation” so I can feel them making contact in all the right places – if you know what I mean.

Although I wasn't wearing a bra, I didn't take my coat off so no fun there which makes for quite a boring entry in the blog.

Wednesday 6th March – legs on show with button-through dress

I almost wore my short red skirt with sheer black tights today. I got as far as putting it on and going downstairs to make my lunch. With my high heeled court shoes I thought it looked really good.  But it is rather short and although it’s OK for work with opaque tights it looks completely different with sheer tights and I didn't like the idea of wearing it for work. In the end I chickened out and wore one of my button-through dresses.

The tights are the only thing I had on under the dress and I left enough buttons at the bottom to show a bit of leg as I walked. The dress is made of quite thick fabric, so although I was braless, it wasn't particularly apparent. For some reason I wasn't too happy about leaving too many buttons open at the top and so spent the day looking a little more reserved than usual. There’s a first time for everything I suppose.

Sunday 3rd March – commando in tight jeans and a flimsy top

Husband was working in the morning and so I went off to the Trafford Centre for a wander and then in to Manchester City Centre to get some bit and pieces from Clas Ohlson.

It was a really nice day and I wore my jeans with open toed shoes for the first time in ages.  These jeans have been my favourite for a good while now. They fit perfectly and are really comfy. Didn't even think about wearing knickers. In fact I'm not sure I can remember the last time I wore knickers with any of my jeans; just doesn't seem right to wear them with jeans any more  For me, commando has become the norm with jeans. If I'm not able to go commando; I just don’t wear jeans.

The top I decided to wear is one I originally bought to wear over a bikini top when I was on holiday. I think I may have mentioned it on here before now. It’s very thin and made from a plain sort of cheesecloth fabric. It’s pretty much completely see-through. It’s all but completely open with just a single tie at the top. I don’t think it’s practical to wear it braless without a jacket and or a scarf. This is a shame in a way because it actually looks really good with jeans.In the summer I may actually wear it with a bikini top as I first intended it to be worn. This Sunday I wore both a scarf and a jacket.  A nice short cropped jacket and a small chiffon type scarf. Just enough to maintain my modesty while giving a good opportunity to show off a bit when I want to.

Friday 1st March – naked under the new black and white dress

Work was very ordinary on Friday. I wore black trousers and a black shirt. I’d gone commando and had left my bra off, but the shirt wasn't the sort that shows anything even if I am going braless. So nothing to write about really.

However...

That evening, Husband suggested we go out for tea. We went to a nice place in Stockton Heath and I wore the black and white dress I’d worn the day before for work. This time I couldn't resist it and went completely without underwear.  Husband loved it.

The dress feels great. It’s actually one of the few dresses I've worn that doesn't let me forget I'm naked underneath. For whatever reason, just the feel of the fabric sort of keeps reminding me I’m not wearing underwear. In particular, all night I was very aware I wasn't wearing any knickers. I also really liked that fact that even soft nipples show slightly and Husband reckons that it’s pretty obvious what I have on underneath.

Going to get it taken in a little next week; it’ll be even better then.

Thursday 28th February - new dress for the 'naked list'.

As I mentioned the other day I was going out straight from work and wore the new dress I bought last weekend. It has a white front and back with black panels down the sides. It’s a great looking dress and it very smart. The only slight thing about this on is that I've got a size 12 and it’s not quite as tight as I would have liked, but I'm still quite happy with it.

Commando with sheer, natural coloured tights to give it a nice smooth look the dress immediately felt great. Even though it’s not what I’d call tight, the waistband of the tights could quite easily be seen which I wasn't keen on.  I did consider going full monty commando, which I may well have done if the weather wasn't freezing cold and I hadn't been going to be sitting in work all day long. Sitting all day in a white dress with no knickers on is a recipe for a ruined dress!

Unusually for me; I put a bra on. You see, when I first put the dress on I left my bra off as usual but though it looked just a ‘bit too braless’ for work. Particularly if I was going to be walking round without a jacket or cardigan. Even though the dress has two layers of fabric, it was just possible to see the darkness of my nipples if you looked close enough.

Quite a few people commented on the dress asking me where I was going. So I knew it was a hit.

At about 4.30pm, 15 minutes before leaving the office to go and meet my friend I nipped to the loo and took my bra off. It felt wonderful walking back to my desk with my boobs moving nicely under the dress. I’m pretty certain that at least one of the lads notice the change and I made sure to walk past his desk on my way out of the office to give him one more look and to allow him to confirm what I hope he'd noticed a little earlier.

It was quite enjoyable wearing the dress and once I've had it taken in a bit to make it fit a bit closer I'm looking forward to wearing it without any underwear at all. Although I'm not sure I’ll be wearing it for work without knickers.   

I'm thinking it’ll be a dress I’ll be adding it to my naked dress list.  

Wednesday 27th February – commando and braless in work

I wore dark grey trousers today. Although I went commando, the trousers aren't particularly tight and so I’m not sure anyone would have known about it. Also, although I like leaving my knickers off and really enjoy it, one of the slight disappointments of going commando is that it’s quite easy to forget about it after a just a few minutes and no longer notice it. So for most of the day I was pretty much unaware of it.

On top I was wearing a black silk/nylon blouse. It’s quite loose fitting, I wasn't wearing a bra and so my boobs moved very freely as I walked around. I suspect those that looked would quite easily have been able to tell I was braless. In fact, Husband reckons he can tell if a woman isn't wearing a bra within about a tenth of a second. I suspect he’s right.

Tomorrow, I'm going out straight from work and so I'm planning to wear a new dress I bought from Tesco at the weekend. Its white at the front and back with black panels down the sides.

Tuesday 26th February - Braless with a cashmere jumper

Another very cold day and so I wore black opaque tights with my short, dark red skirt. It’s the shortest skirt I ever wear for work (comes about half way up my thigh) and I feel I can only wear for work if I have opaque tights on. As usual, I didn't wear any knickers with my tights. I wore nice high heeled court shoes. On top I went for my black cashmere polo neck jumper. It feels great to wear and is warm and as you might expect I didn't have a bra on.

Personally, I think a well fitting cashmere jumper is one of the sexiest things to wear braless. It’s beautifully soft and forms itself nicely to my shape and shows even soft nipples a little. However, this one being black, it’s really quite discreet and I had no problem walking round the office enjoying the movement of my body under it.

Although no one made any comment (no one ever has) I'm aware that a few people noticed. In particular, the people that I know watch me all noticed and I caught them looking a number of times as the day went on.

Monday 25th February - Tight black dress

Taking a bit of toil this morning so not going it to work until 10. So got a bit of time to make a quick entry.

Today I'm wearing a black knee length dress. It’s tight fitting but isn't stretchy and so feels wonderful in the way it supports my boobs a little which makes being braless feel wonderful.

A pair of sheer black tights is only thing I'm wearing under the dress.