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.