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.