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.
Mmmmm very exciting story. Would love to have seen how good you looked in your dress. An elegant woman is always a turn on
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