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.
I bet you looked amazing, must have been nice to have seen you all night like that. It is really nice to see the dark nipples through a white shirt
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