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.
Wednesday, 20 November 2013
Tuesday, 19 November 2013
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.
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.
Monday, 18 November 2013
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.
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.
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.
Friday, 15 November 2013
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.
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.
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.
Tuesday, 12 November 2013
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.
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.
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, 10 November 2013
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.
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.
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, 9 November 2013
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.
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.
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, 7 November 2013
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.
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, 6 November 2013
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.
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, 5 November 2013
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.
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, 4 November 2013
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.
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.
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.
Sunday, 3 November 2013
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.
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.
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