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.
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