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.