Tuesday 11th November – Tights without knickers

Sheer black tights without knickers with black, flat heeled boots today. Wearing one of my button-through dresses I didn’t wear any other underwear. Leaving enough buttons undone to flash all of my thigh as I walked or when the dress fell open when I sat.

Although I haven’t worn a bra, I decided not to leave buttons open today.

It was really quite windy and my dress was blowing open all the way back to the car and even though I was freezing, I just let it blow about. Besides, I’m not sure having it fastened would have made me any warmer.

Monday 10th November – Leather top not such a good idea for work

Just got in from work and I've seldom been so pleased to get changed. The leather top was completely the wrong top to wear for work. Not so much to do with the fact that when I’d been wearing it for a few hours it looked like a sort of spray-on latex top - I think it must have been my body heat that caused it to meld itself to my body. Not even that I felt that I needed to keep my jacket on all day because it just looked wrong in work. The main reason it was a mistake is that it was so uncomfortable to wear for a long time - hot and sticky. It would have been better if the inside of the leather part was lined.

Also, the people in the office must have thought it was strange, me sitting in my jacket all day. I was tempted to go out a lunchtime to buy something else, but put up with it in the end.

It will probably be OK on a night out, but sitting at a desk all day it’s not so good and I won’t be wearing it for work again.

Monday 10th November – Braless in a leather top

Well, not real leather, but a very nice, soft imitation leather. I bought it on Saturday. It’s only the front panel that’s made of the black leather, the rest is made from a grey stretch fabric which makes the top rather tight fitting. It feels great and looks fantastic.

I was actually in two minds whether it was suitable for work as I actually bought it thinking it would be good to wear on a night out – which it will. Also, it doesn't hide my bralessness one bit as it forms itself nicely to my shape and even a soft nipple shows through a little. I can always pull the old ‘I’m going out straight from work’ trick if I fell the need.

Today I’m wearing it with black trousers and a denim jacket. I think it’ll look fantastic with my short red skirt and boots. But probably not for work I’d say. Anyway, I’m off to work now, let’s see how I get on today.

Thursday 6th November – Legs on show at Cheshire Oaks

Off work today and I’d just been wearing jeans and a tee shirt since I got up, but at about lunchtime I got changed in an effort to get myself in the mood to do something. I decided to go to Cheshire Oaks for a look round the shops.

I put one of my cashmere jumpers on and a shortish black, button-through canvas skirt. I was going to wear tights but in the end went bare legged with knee high flat heeled boots.

On the drive to Ellesmere Port there was a traffic jam and I had a van in the lane on my left for ages as we edged along the road until the traffic cleared. This was good for me as if I caught the driver looking over in to my car once, I caught him 100 times. Although I only had one button undone, because the skirt was relatively short, I was showing a serious amount of leg. I was wearing a pair of red knickers which I am certain he would have seen. The only reason I’d put knickers on was that I was thinking of trying to find a new pair of jeans and don’t like trying trousers on without underwear.

As it happens, I did buy a new pair of jeans and after I’d tried the jeans on, I slipped my knickers off in the changing room and put them in my bag. I stayed in Cheshire Oaks for probably another hour or so and had a coffee sitting in the outside bit of Starbucks. Legs crossed, reading a magazine pretending to be oblivious that I was showing pretty much the entire length of my thigh.

The drive home was less exciting and no van drivers got as long a look at my legs as on the way there. But there’ll always be another chance and I’ll make sure I’m not wearing knickers next time.

Monday 22nd September – jeans without knickers tomorrow

I’ll be dressing down tomorrow. Jeans and a jumper. I’ll be going commando, but haven’t decided whether to wear a bra or not yet. I’ll decide in the morning.

Monday 22nd September – short dress, sheer hold-up, boots - no underwear

To be honest, the dress isn't really that short. It’s about 3 or 4 inches above my knee when I’m standing.  However, it is made of quite thin, pinstripe wool fabric (what I call suit material) which isn’t at all stretchy but seems to mould itself nicely over my body. It’s not a new dress and it’s not one I’ve worn for work in this job before. When I first got it, I got it especially to wear for work and enjoyed going naked with it (or at least without knickers) the majority of times I wore it. I’m not 100% sure, but I think it’s one of the dresses I’ve never worn a bra with.

It’s a good dress to go commando with as the back of the skirt is lined which makes it very easy to go without knickers as the danger of marking the back when I sit is greatly reduced. Today, I didn't even have any knickers in my handbag.

If I remember correctly, today was the first time I've worn stocking in this job. By the way, I wore my low heeled boots today.

Friday 19th September – very short skirt with opaque tights and no knickers

This morning I almost forgot what I’d written in the blog last night and had already put jeans on before I remembered. It was only when I saw the polo neck on the chair that it came back to me.

In the end, I decided that it was too warm for the polo neck and I wore a nice fitted shirt I haven’t worn for aged that I bought from TM Lewin. It’s a nice shirt to go braless with as its quite tight, and gives an element of support and so keeps me aware that I’m not wearing a bra. Also, from the back it quite clearly shows I’m not wearing one because the straps would be so clearly visible if I was.

I took my jeans off, took a new pair of opaque’s out of the draw and put them on; without knickers as always. I managed to find the skirt after a few minutes rooting round. It’s dark red/maroon, not made of particularly stretchy fabric but is quite tight, really very short (the shortest thing I have I think) and the fabric is nice and thin too. It can be no more than about 12 inches long.

One problem with wearing it with sheer tights is that I have to be extremely careful where and how I sit because its very difficult to avoid showing everything. At least the opaque tights give some cover when the inevitable happens. And by the way, although it’s OK at certain times, work isn’t the place were I want to be showing myself in such a way.

The last time I wore it with sheer tights was when I was out with Husband sometime around Christmas. That time I wore it with knee high boots and a long coat. We walked down in to Stockton Heath for a pizza and had a few drinks in the pub on the way back. He told me that he saw between my legs several time during the hour or so we spent in the pub he was sitting opposite me. And I was sitting quite carefully and on a faily normal chair at the time.

Thursday 18th September – Braless tomorrow

Haven’t really decided what I’ll wear tomorrow, but whatever it is I think that as I wore a bra today, I want to go without tomorrow. With is being Friday I could wear something a bit smarter than usual and pretend to be going out straight from work; even though I’m not.

I could wear my short dark red skirt with black opaque tights. It’s a skirt I only really wear with opaques because its one of the shortest skirts/dresses I have and far too short for work with sheer tights. I have worn it with sheer tights and boots a few times, but only when I've been on a night out. If I do wear the skirt I probably go for a black polo-neck jumper on top.

Thursday 18th September – commando in the afternoon

As intended, I wore knickers with my trousers today. I also decided to wear a bra today and wore a black shirt.

With only half an hour for lunch, I usually just sit at my desk, but today I went out for a bit of a walk and took my knickers off before I left the office.

It’s amazing how much better they felt without; they seem to fit better. Although I’m sure much of that is psychological. With the knickers on, the VPL was so visible that I struggle to believe the change in the afternoon went unnoticed. Although no comments were made, which always disappoints me slightly, it’s probably a good thing really.  As I suspect I’d hate it if someone did comment. Although it would depend on what they said. Obviously.

Wednesday 17th September – planning to take my knickers off in work tomorrow

Tomorrow I intend to wear my mustard trousers – even though they’re getting a bit old these days. I’m going to start the day wearing knickers but take them off and spend the afternoon commando.

See if I can work out if anyone notices.

Wednesday 17th – knickers on and off all day

I've been going without underwear so often recently that I’ve been getting too used to it. That’s partly why I’ve been wearing knickers for the last few days. I started the day with a dentist appointment and without knickers and put some on in the car park when I arrived at work at just gone 11.

I took them off again at about 2ish, they were back on by about 4 and off again in the car before the drive home.

Two buttons were left undone all day which shows about 2/3rd's of my thigh; probably a bit more than that reclined in the dentist’s chair. As I first sat in the chair, I pulled the skirt together and half pushed one of the buttons closed, knowing it would pop open as I lay back. I was right and felt it go almost instantly. Although I had no idea quite how much leg was on show, I managed to resist checking throughout the whole of the examination.

The bralessness went without any drama. Just as it always does.

Wednesday 17th September – dentist. No knickers and braless in cashmere

Got a dentist appointment at 9.45 today. Wearing a black button-through skirt with a black cashmere top. I’ve been wearing knickers for the past few days, I even wore a bra yesterday, but today I’m not wearing any underwear at all and I’m going bare legged. I did consider hold-ups but it would be impossible to keep them covered while reclined in the dentists chair in this skirt.

The jumper is one of the thinner ones and I think it’s pretty obvious I’m not wearing a bra even though the dark colour makes it quite discreet. I’ll be wearing my denim jacket when I go in to the room but intend to take it off before I get in the chair.

Tuesday 2nd September – braless in work

Wore a green skirt today. It’s one with a split over the knee. I used to wear it quite a lot, but haven't worn it for ages. I went bare legged but did put knickers on today - no particular reason. The split in the skirt isn't massive, but does show quite a reasonable length of thigh when I sit and blows open a little as I walk.

I wore reasonably high black court shoes and a went braless with a black crew neck jumper. I'd usually wear a tee shirt under this jumper, but today I didn't wear anything under it. Can't really say why; I don't know.

I didn't wear a coat for the walk from the car park and I didn't try to cover anything up in the office either. It was nice feel the movement of my boobs under the jumper and although people are more than used to seeing me braless in work I felt quite nice today. I can’t be sure if it was the smart skirt (slightly smarter than usual anyway) or the fact that the slightly rough. Reasonably tight woolen jumper kept me nicely aware all day that I wasn't wearing a bra.

Friday 29th August – naked under a button-through dress

Hoping for a nice day, I went completely without underwear with my black button-through dress today. As it happened, I ended up walking from the carpark to work in the rain.

Wednesday 27th August – jeans and braless in cashmere

Don’t usually wear my cashmere jumpers for work. They’re too good, and too expensive for work. Not to mention that most of the ones I have are often a bit too revealing to go braless with in work. But today I decided I’d wear one. I chose a black v-neck. I’d usually wear a tee-shirt or vest top under a v-neck jumper in work, but that wasn't the case today.

It’s a lovely soft jumper and, like nearly all my cashmere's, forms itself nicely over my boobs. It allows pretty much free movement with just a little feeling of very slight resistance which helps keep the feeling of bralessness fresh all day. Again, like nearly all my cashmere jumpers, nipples show through fantastically well.

The dark colour goes some way to keeping it much lower key than many light colours, even so, it was probably slightly more revealing than is appropriate in work and I should point out that I also wore a cropped denim jacket which I kept on for most of the day. So most of the joy of cashmere was kept private. Nothing wrong with that if you ask me.

Tuesday 26th August – going commando and braless in work today

Black trousers (no knickers) with a black silky (polyester) shirt today. Didn’t leave too many buttons undone but the soft fabric did nothing to hide that I was braless. I started the day with a black jumper, but took it off pretty much as soon as I got in to work.

The shirt is quite fitted but not tight, and is quite thin and very slightly clingy but not at all see-though. Obviously this shows my nipples nicely but, in my opinion, best of all shows my nice smooth, strap free back. Obviously I can’t see that myself, but I know Husband likes it and I enjoy the thought of it very much.

In the previous job, I’d have probably left one more button undone that I thought appropriate in this one. This is strange in many ways because this job is far, far more relaxed about what the staff wear. It just goes to show that in some ways, smart means you can get away with being a little more revealing than is acceptable in a casual environment.

So far, I've not worn any underwear at all, unless you count tights as underwear, for the whole of August. Since 28th July in fact.

Monday 25th August – short black skirt and braless in cashmere

The weather wasn't great and Husband was working most of the day. We walked down in to Stockton Heath for a drink around teatime and I wore a short black skirt, black high heeled boots and a yellow cashmere jumper. Even though it was quite cold I went barelegged and without knickers but did wear my long cardigan for the walk to and from the village.

Braless is the norm with cashmere and the yellow one is one of the really nice fine ones. It shows even soft nipples and today, with the cold wind, was not a day for soft nipples. The other great advantage of this jumper is that I never forget I’m braless when I’m wearing it. This was particularly the case today. My boobs bounced and jiggled wonderfully as we walked briskly down to the pub my cardigan blowing open as we went.

I took the cardigan off before we got in to the pub and waited by the bar with Husband before we went to a table, my nipples remaining nice and strong for the whole of the time we were in the pub. It was getting quite dark (and raining) when we left to walk home, so I had the cardigan fastened with just thigh flashing as it constantly blew open in the strong wind.

Wednesday 20th August – jeans and tee shirt

It looked like it was going to be a cold, windy day again so I wore jeans and a tee shirt. Commando with jeans is normal and braless with a tee shirt in work is getting that way too.

The only slightly brave thing I did today was walk to and from work to the car without a coat. So it was nipples all the way. But to be honest, that’s pretty normal these days too.

Going commando

Given the choice, and I usually do have the choice, I usually choose to go commando. I almost never wear knickers with jeans and I have some trousers that I just wouldn’t wear if I was unable to go without underwear. My mustard coloured trousers being a good example of this.

In general, I feel more comfortable and there’s the age old fact that there’s no VPL and all that. However, for me, more important than that is the fact that I feel more dressed up when I’m commando and I enjoy it. On the odd occasion I do wear knickers, I somehow feel frumpy and scruffy. There’s also the issue of other people knowing I’m not wearing knickers and there are many aspects of that that I enjoy, but in the main, the reason I like to go commando is because of the way it makes me feel.

As for people knowing about it. Most of my friends know about my preference and there’s no drama and other than a bit of stick from time to time, it’s old news and no comments are made. As for work colleagues and strangers knowing, well that’s quite important to me as well.

My ideal situation is for people to suspect I’m not wearing knickers, but in some small way remain unsure. I realise this is a bit naive on my part and fully understand that on some occasions it’s probably quite obvious. Again, I can use the mustard coloured trousers as an example. The cut of these trousers and the way they fit leave little doubt. Even so, in my previous job, to emphasis this, I would quite often wear knickers for the part of the day and take them off (or vice versa) for the rest of the day. My intention being to make people notice the difference.

I'll often put quite a lot of thought and planning in to things. I'll frequently buy clothes with specific ideas on when and how I’ll be wearing them; my ‘naked dress’ is a good example of that. I specifically bought my cream coloured trousers because I knew they’d show that I wasn't wearing any underwear. One of the things I particularly like about them is that there’s a label at the side which can clearly be seen through the fabric. This should tell those that look that if they can see the label, they’d be able to see my knickers if I was wearing any. Also, as there’s no waistband on them, they’re low on my hip and mean that even a flimsy thong would be visible. I have never, and will never wear knickers with these trousers.

Paradoxically, I want people to notice and I’m often disappointed that so few people seem to notice and even fewer ever make a comment. At the same time, if anyone does obviously notice I can sometimes feel embarrassment and should anyone say anything I’m mortified. In my last job, one of the girls once asked me if it was comfortable to be without underwear all day in work – I was wearing the mustard trousers at the time – and I was quite embarrassed. Partly because I think there was a small element of cattiness in her comment and partly because it took me by surprise. Also, it wasn't the sort of thing I imagine people saying. I suppose I want to be complimented in some way or asked why I do it.  Not asked about the problems it can create.

On balance, I suppose I quite like strangers to notice and I'm less keen on people I know noticing. Again, I sort of blow my own theory out of the water by going to work braless and in general without any underwear. The more I try to explain how I feel, the more I realise I’m a strange person with a complicated hobby.

In my imagination, I like the thought of nice men finding out and like the idea that they would be turned on by it. I often fantasise that they undo my trousers, slide their hand in and discover that their suspicions were right. In these fantasies I’m often wearing my cream trousers which don’t have a waist band as such and the zip is at the side. He slides the zip down and slips his hand on to my hip, moves round to the front and between my legs.

In the fantasy I imagine all the things a bloke might say in such circumstances. Also in the fantasy I’m always smoothly shaven (not always the case in real life) and as he’s talking to me he gently makes me come with his fingers. This is the fantasy I use 9 times out of 10 when I masturbate; which these days is quite often. Sometimes I’ll even put the cream trousers on while I do it.

At the weekend I had a couple of hours on my own when I got back from the shops and decided to go for a lie down. I was already wearing jeans and changed from my tee shirt in to one of my softest cashmere jumpers. I lay on the bed and with my jeans undone, slipped my hand inside and spent a wonderful relaxing hour pleasuring myself with my thoughts and fingers. I brought myself to several very nice orgasms. A lovely way to spend a Sunday afternoon.

Tuesday 19th August – button-through dress without underwear

Husband suggested going out for tea. We decided on Pizza Express in Stockton Heath. I’d been wearing jeans and a jumper for work and decided I’d get a quick shower and get changed.

Wearing the black button-through dress, I didn't put any tights on, preferring to go bare legged, and I fastened only four of the eight buttons. This left the dress open to the very top of my thigh and from the top to a good few inches below my boobs. It was windy and freezing cold so I needed a jacket but felt OK to leave it mostly undone for the half hour walk down in to the village.

At first Husband was a little concerned about how much the dress was blowing open saying that he kept thinking I was going to be showing a lot more than just leg. Although he was possible right, after a while he calmed down and left me to it.

Although I tried hard not to, I couldn't help but check how far open my dress was blowing. Husband was indeed right that it was getting very, very close and on more than a few occasions, I’m sure it did blow open enough to show considerably more than just my legs. In reality, we passed very few pedestrians and I’m not sure how much drivers would have seen as they went passed. Considering how cold I was I’d like to think a few at least noticed for my troubles.

I left the buttons undone once we were in Pizza Express. Leaving the dress to fall either side of my legs as I sat at the table. I was well aware that had anyone been sitting opposite (Husband blocked the view) they would certainly have been able to see between my legs. I tried to work out if there was anywhere that people would have been able to see and reckon that there were a couple of table that would have given a view. Who knows if anyone saw anything?

Monday 18th August – sheer tights with button-through dress

Naked (other than sheer tights) under one of my button-through dresses today. Very windy which meant my dress was blowing all over the place and I was showing loads of leg on the walk from the car park to work.

Sunday 17th August – jeans and braless on a tight tee shirt

The only thing I did today was go to the supermarket. From the start of the day I was commando with jeans (nothing new there) and braless with a yellow, tight fitting tee shirt. The tee shirt was thin enough for my nipples to be showing through constantly; even in the warmth of home.

At around lunch time, I went to Tesco in Warrington. The entrance was very busy. At that time, it was windy and cold and my nipples were like football studs and very prominent through the thin fabric and it was clear that several people noticed as I saw their sideways glances and double-takes. In particular one bloke hardly tried to disguise the fact that he elbowed his wife in an attempt to get her to look at me.

From that moment I went through a short period of discomfort and embarrassment (wishing I was wearing a jacket) rather than enjoyment. Once I was in the shop, I soon got over it and started to enjoy being braless in my revealing tee shirt.

Saturday 16th August – short skirt, sheer tights and boots

A windy, blustery day. Husband working all day so I decided to take myself off to Manchester to have a look round the shops. I wore a short black skirt with a black jumper. I was braless and wore sheer tights (without knickers) and the same boots I wore for wok the other day. As it looked like it was cold, I wore a long (about knee length) black cardigan.

Thursday 14th August – without underwear for the whole of August?

Out of interest. We’re two weeks in to August and so far, other than for one time when I was wearing a very thin, clingy dress and I drove to Chester, I haven’t worn any underwear at all.

I've now made it my task to go completely without any underwear for the rest of the month. There’s an awkward week coming up, but I have a plan for that. Let’s see how I get on.

Thursday 14th August – short dress with sheer tights and boots

Weather not great, so chose a short dark grey dress today. It’s my shortest dress of all and too short for me to go barelegged so I wore some black sheer tights and boots.  Nice thin, non-stretch fabric which I particularly enjoy going braless with. It’s one of those dresses that gives an element of support and somehow keeps me aware I’m not wearing a bra. I think it shows my shape nicely and can sometimes show just a hint of soft nipple. It’s one of my favourite dresses.

It’s so short (about half way up my thigh when standing) that it shows pretty much my entire thigh when I sit. Although I've worn it before, today was the first time I've worn this dress with sheer tights for work. There was no problem sitting at my desk but the odd occasion I was sitting elsewhere in the office I had to make sure I didn't forget I wasn't wearing any knickers.

I can always tell when I’m pushing it because people notice and often ask me where I’m going after work. Today's excuse was that I was meeting a couple of friends in the Trafford Centre for tea.

Tuesday 24th June – my ‘naked dress’ gets an outing (last weekend)

It was last weekend. The weather was gorgeous and me and Husband went in to Manchester for a wander and a few coffees and a drink. I hadn't worn the naked dress since last year and it was nice to wear it again.

As usual, I wore knickers for the drive in to town and took them off in the car when we got there. I wore flat, flip-flop style sandals and as soon as I left the car park it brought back the feelings I had when I first wore it. It’s a great dress to wear when I’m in the right frame of mind. Very thin fabric, quite short and reasonably fitted but not tight at all.  The feeling is what I’d have to call ‘vulnerable’ in so far as it feels almost like I have nothing on.

My nipples showed all the time and the dress gives absolutely no support so there was lots of movement going on! I had a wrap with me in case I needed it but I managed to get through 90% of the day without the need for it.

The slightest breeze blows it against my body and I think it’s 100% obvious I have nothing on under it. For the first 20 minutes or so I felt the need to repeatedly adjust it and pull it down. I kept carefully checking where the how far the hem was up my thighs and pulling it out from between my legs.  It took a good while to get to feel confident enough to leave it alone. Even then, I kept occasionally checking where it was up to. Eventually I was OK and more or less forgot about it.  Besides, I’d made Husband promise to keep an eye on it.

The main problem with this dress is that it makes it quite difficult to sit. Not so much because it’s short (which it is) but because it’s so thin and light coloured, I’m so worried about marking the back if I do sit for any length of time.

I suppose it’s a dress for the sort of nights out when I don’t have to do too much sitting.

Tuesday 24th June – Button-through dress without underwear

Went braless with the black button-through dress today. I've been going bare legged since the weather improved and although I wore knickers for the drive to Manchester, I took them off in the car park before I walked to the office.

Two buttons undone at the bottom of the dress which means it’s open about 2/3 of the way up my thigh and I left it like that all day. I kept my knickers in my bag just in case I needed them. As it was I didn't need them at all and remained naked under my dress throughout the day. 

Unusually for me in work these days, I wore reasonably high shoes (black wedge heel sandals) which was quite a nice change.

At the end of the day, for the walk back to the car, I undid a third button at the bottom and two more at the top. Although it was mostly closed over at the top and quite discreet, I was showing leg pretty much to the top of my thigh and the dress was undone to just below the level of my boobs. 

PS. Making a big effort to get blogging again.

The joy of tights without knickers

This isn't something I would normally talk about in my blog, but may be it won’t do any harm.

Last Saturday afternoon, Husband was working so I decided to go to the Trafford Centre to look for some clothes. I wanted to wear one of my button-through dresses and because I’d be trying things on wore a pair of tights. The 5 denier ones I've been spending a fortune on lately. They’re fantastically soft and sheer to the waist and I love them even if they are over £7 per pair.

Putting them on very carefully I pulled them up so they made firm contact between my legs. I put my shoes and the dress on leaving it open while I did my make-up. Still standing in front of the mirror, and before I fastened the dress, I pulled the tights firmly against myself again and pushed some of the nylon inside as I have done many times with tights. This time I pushed a little more than usual in to me. By the feel of how far my finger was in I’d say there was maybe about an inch and a half of nylon inside me. I would have pushed more only it felt like my finger was about to rip the nylon and break through.

It was so nice that I went in to the bedroom and lay on the bed. With my dress undone and completely open I spread my legs a little reached between my thighs and felt myself through my tights. Pushing the nylon in to me and letting the elasticity of them slowly pull itself out by slowly opening my legs wider. I couldn't stop repeating it and it got more and more pleasurable every time and more I did it, the deeper inside I was able to push the nylon. In what seemed like a very short time I was rubbing myself through the nylon of my tights harder and and harder and faster and enjoying a lovely strong orgasm. I made myself come twice in a very short time. The second one being the strongest and lasting ages. I lay for a few minutes calming things down a bit eventually got off the bed.

The upshot of this is that I ended up quite wet and I didn't think it would be sensible or comfortable to go out dressed in just the tights as I’d probably have ended up ruining the back of my dress on the drive to the Trafford Centre. So I took them off and put them in the wash and took a pair of knickers from the draw and put them on went out with bare legs. 

Friday 11th April – Petrol station in a short stretch dress without underwear

The fuel light came on while I was still on the motorway so I called in to Morrisons to get petrol on the way home. Before I got out of the car I took my jumper off.

I put just £10 in and it quite nice to feel the slight vulnerability of wearing only the thin stretch dress with nothing under it. There were lots of people about and my nipples were showing quite strongly as I walked to the shop to pay and the young lad serving was clearly looking at my chest while he was serving me. I loved the thought that he’d possibly guessed I wasn't wearing knickers either. But sadly, I suspect not.

Friday 11th April – I took my tights off in the car park again

I wore on of my short stretchy dresses with a black v-neck jumper over it today. Braless with black opaque tights and Doc Martens. Almost all the girls wear something similar at some time or another, so nothing special. Although I've never seen any of them going without a bra.

To try to get an early dart and a good run home in the Friday night traffic, and because I got in nice and early in the morning, I’d parked in the pay and display in one of the streets off Ancotes Road.

Obviously still broad daylight, I thought I’d take my tights off for the drive home. I took my shoes off standing next to the car and got in to take my tights off. As with last time, the steering wheel makes it far more awkward than you might expect. There were quite a few people about so I had to try to be quick and get the job done without attracting too much attention.

I hitched my dress up enough for me to get my thumbs in to the waist band and lifting myself off the seat, pushed my tights off my hips and down to my knees in one quick movement. At this point, I'm sitting with everything on show and seeing that there was no one too close, I got my right leg off completely before I sorted my dress out.

                                       

Stepping out of the car to put my shoes on it was job done.

On the drive home, my dress was right up almost to the top of my thighs and very close to showing everything, but not quite.

Thursday 10th April – Commando with black trousers braless with a tee shirt

Black trousers, no knickers and braless for the first time this week. I wore a black tee shirt and a cardigan (which I left undone) so it was reasonably discrete although with my nipples making several strong appearances throughout the day, noticeable enough for those that chose to look.

It was nice to have a full day at work without any underwear at all. 

Wednesday 9th April – Commando in jeans

Nothing special today. I wore jeans and a tee shirt. As I did yesterday, I wore a bra again today although I didn't have any knickers on.

Tuesday 8th April – Button-through dress in work

I'm not sure I've worn one of my button-through dresses in this job until today. I wore the black one with black opaque tights (without knickers) which meant I was quite comfortable to leave two buttons undone which showed a nice amount of thigh – even if there was no actual flesh on show – as I walked and loads of thigh when I sat down.

It's strange how opaque tights seem to give me licence to show far more leg than with bare legs and even sheer tights. I'm quite happy to show my legs from top to bottom in work in opaques but nowhere near as much in sheer tights.

For no particular reason, I chose to wear a bra today.

Sunday 6th April – commando and braless in Morrisons

Didn't do very much today other than a bit of washing and a bit of tidying around the house. I didn’t even get a shower until gone lunchtime just before I nipped out to Morrisons for a few bits at about in the early afternoon.

I went commando with my nice black trousers and braless with my cropped denim jacket. The jacket had to be kept fastened and with it being quite tight and unlined it has a sort of rough feeling to it (I suppose it’s not really intended to be worn without anything underneath) so its quite nice to wear it this way occasionally. 

Saturday 5th April – Shopping in Manchester. Sheer tights, no knickers and lots of leg on show

Husband was working so I’d arranged to see a friend in Manchester for a few coffees and a wander round the shops. Something I haven’t done for ages but used to do all the time.

I wasn't sure whether I’d be trying any clothes on and so didn't want to go completely without underwear because I don’t think it’s right to try trousers on for example if I'm not wearing any knickers. So I wore the button-through skirt I had on the other night with sheer black tights and the same high (ish) heeled boots I’d worn previously. As always with tights, I didn't wear any knickers. The tights were completely sheer to the waist and being brand new, felt lovely when I first put them on and pulled them tight between my legs and used my finger to push them just slightly inside me.  One advantage of wearing tights (rather than hold-ups) was that I was comfortably able to leave 3 buttons undone which showed my thighs pretty much right to the top when I walked.

It was a bit on the chilly side and so I wore one of my little cropped jackets which I had no intention of taking off (other than if I tried clothes on) and so I was able to wear a nice flimsy top. It’s a top I’ve worn loads of times and is probably really intended to be worn on the beach over a bikini top. Mostly completely open with a little tie at the top to hold it together. As I wasn't wearing a bra, for a little bit of added cover I wore a small silk scarf under the jacket.

In the end I didn't see anything I really wanted so didn't try anything on and was home before Husband got in from work. As I was getting changed, I took a few minutes to lie on the bed and pleasure myself while I was just wearing the tights and the open top. Almost naked, but not quite.

Thursday 3rd April – braless in cashmere

Bad planning meant that I had an almost impossibly quick dash home to get showered and changed and back in to Manchester for 7.30. The traffic was good to me and although I made it home in reasonable time I didn’t have time to wash my hair and was in and out of the shower in no more than 5 minutes.

I’d decided to wear my cream coloured cashmere crew neck so I put that on first so I could sort my face out and not have to pull it over my head and risk getting make-up all over it. Even though I was in a rush and running round, I still managed to feel the glory of being naked with only that cashmere jumper on even if it was only for a few minutes.

Make-up done, I took a new pair of sheer black hold-ups and pulled them on. Black button-through skirt, not too short, just a few inches above the knee and made from really nice thin fabric. I left the bottom two buttons undone. I wore my shinny black boots with a heel. I threw a pair of knickers in to my handbag in case I needed them and was ready to go.

As soon as I got in the car I popped a third button open in order to avoid it pulling on the button-hole as I was driving.  This extra button being undone gave a significant view of the tops of my stockings and after a few minutes I could tell there was the frequent flash of flesh above. It was a nice to show a little more to anyone that caught me at traffic lights or whatever.

I got back in to Manchester just a few minutes late and managed to find a parking space very quickly. Leaving the three buttons undone as I walked (half ran) through the streets not really 100% sure how much leg I was showing but pretty sure I was still giving a bit more than the odd glimpse of stocking top and maybe thigh above. I just hoped that was all I was showing.

My jacket was open and my nipples were showing strongly through the cashmere and there was a lot of movement under the jumper and I walked from the car park. There were quite a people about and I reckon that probably 5 or 6 people noticed as I passed them.

As soon as I turned the corner of Deansgate I saw my friends (and the two people I didn’t know who were joining us) waiting outside the theatre and fastened the third button as I approached. It needed to be undone again when I was in my seat, but is was quite dark and I was comfortable that I wasn’t being over the top even though there was just a small amount of the stocking tops on show most of the time. I think that was OK.

Wednesday 2nd April – long skirt, no knickers

Today I wore one of my long skirts with low heeled boots. I went for bare legs and started the day wearing knickers which I’d taken off by about 11.00am.

The skirt is made of thick enough fabric that I suspect no one would have been any the wiser but I enjoyed it for what it’s worth. I have a couple of thinner skirts that I’ll start wearing for work in the next week or so.

I didn't go braless today and wore a plain black tee shirt.

Tuesday 1st April - Mustard coloured trouser – my favourite

On the pretence of going out somewhere nice straight from work (was in fact only going to the Trafford Centre) I wore my mustard coloured trousers for work today. Anyone who has read earlier posts in this blog will know that I've had them for ages and would really like to replace them, however I have never managed to find anything that fits me nearly so well.

The length means that I have to wear high shoes with them and this is very unusual for me in work. I went commando and wore stiletto heeled, open toe sandals. I did consider putting knickers on in the morning and taking them off during the day but decided to go without knickers right from the start of the day.

Within a few minutes of getting in to the office, three people commented, asking me where I was off too dressed so differently to the usual and I was pleased to catch a few double takes from people in the office during the day.

On top, I started the day wearing a bra with a black cashmere polo neck jumper and took the bra off in the middle of the afternoon before I left work at 4pm. It’s one of the thinner cashmere jumpers I have and even though the dark colour makes it quite discreet, it did little to hide the fact that I wasn't wearing a bra. It forms itself gloriously over my boobs and shows even soft nipples. It’s one of my favourite tops and it makes me feel wonderfully braless, if you can imagine what I mean. It's also one of the items of clothing that doesn't let me forget it either and I feel braless all the time I'm wearing it.

It was such a nice day that I didn't put my jacket on for the walk from the office to the car and in fact left it in the boot when I went in to the Trafford Centre.

It was great to wear these trousers again, because it’s ages since I last wore them and it was especially nice to wear them for the office. I’ll be back in jeans tomorrow and will probably dress down for the rest of the week. Save myself for the weekend!

Braless in work – easier than ever

These days, I reckon I go to work braless two or three times a week – twice this last week. In some ways it’s easier and less restricting in this job than it was in the last. The previous office was a much smarter place than this one and to an extent there was an element of competition. Customers would often visit the other place and there’d be meeting and people coming up from other offices. I suppose people took far more notice of what they and others wore. In this office, customers hardly ever come in, there are no other offices to visit or receive visitors from and people wear what they like, which turns out to be very casual. Often jeans, trousers and tee shirts and jumpers and the like. It’s sort of o bit on the arty side I suppose. In short, no one takes a blind bit of notice what anyone wears.

At first, I didn't like this casualness. I always quite enjoyed going to work in smart clothes because it suited me to do so. But over the months I've got used to it and have to say that I quite like it now.

No more are there’s opportunities to wear tight skirts with stockings or to go braless with smart silk shirts or go naked under tight fitting dresses. On the plus side, I can easily go braless in a tee shirt and there’s no problem if I want to wear one of my short stretchy dresses without a bra. At some time or another I've worn all of my polo neck jumpers and I'm pretty sure that by now I've gone without a bra in them all too; even the lighter coloured ones which are sometimes a little more revealing than the darker ones and the ones made out of quite thin fabric.

In the last job, I was sometimes a little self-conscious when my nipples showed through strongly, I don’t feel I need to worry about such things here which makes being braless that little more enjoyable.

Although I would regularly go without a bra in the last job, I suspect I kept more covered then than I do now. Obviously, I realise I'm at work and can’t go too mad, but after the first few months I became less and less worried and now have absolutely no issues being braless with pretty much any of my tops and could go without all the time if I wished. The only reason I’ll wear a bra for work now is because being braless all the time would make it too normal and I want to try to keep it a little bit special. I like to think that people see the difference and may be some are wondering whether I’ll be wearing one or not from day to day; I like that thought. Also, I like to do my best to keep it as a little treat for myself.

Monday 24th March – sheer tights without knickers in work

Monday was one of the very few occasions I've worn sheer tights to work. And the only time I've worn them with a short skirt. It was the black, stretchy skirt and I wore it with boots and a white shirt with a purple v-neck jumper. It was one of the days that I didn't wear a bra.

The tights were black, 7 denier and lovely and sheer to the waist, and as is the case 99% of the time with tights, I didn't wear knickers with them.

Wednesday 19th March - I took my tights off in the car

I was going to the Trafford Centre on the way home today and had arranged to leave work early today (2.30pm) and so I’d parked the car in a pay and display in one of the little roads off Gt. Ancotes Street which is a bit near to the office than normal so I could make a quick getaway. In the end, I changed my mind about the Trafford Centre but still left work early.

Today I've been wearing one of my short, stretchy skirts with black opaque tights (without knickers) and my DM’s with a white shirt and a black v-neck jumper. Just as I got in the car my phone rang and I ended up sitting with the engine running talking for 10 minutes or so; long enough for the car to warm up a bit.

There were a few people about, with the occasional person using the car park as a cut through, but other than a bloke talking on his phone in a car opposite it was quiet ish and I decided I’d take my tights off for the drive home.

It was a bit of a struggle to get my shoes off because I got a knot in one of the laces, but managed it in the end. Then, after a quick check to see there wasn't anyone (other than the bloke in the car) too close, I wriggled my skirt up, hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my tights and pushed them off my hips and down over my legs. I had a bit of a struggle with the steering wheel getting in the way, but had them off in probably about 20 seconds; may be less. The effort of getting my shoes back on sitting in the car was too much and I had to step out to get them fasted.

The skirt certainly felt short without my tights on and sitting in the car it was very short leaving no more than a couple of inches between me and getting myself locked up!

It was quite nice driving home in such a short skirt without underwear with my legs out for once and I feel it was worth the struggle, if only to give me something to write about in the blog.

Friday 14th March – long woolen skirt without knickers

Wore one of my long woolen skirts today. DM’s and white ankle socks.

Monday 10th March – no knickers with my new jeans

Lovely dark colour, quite thin denim fabric and a great fit. I bought them a few weeks ago and had almost forgotten I had them. I wore my new jeans today for the first time.

They fit nice and closely and make quite firm contact between my legs; which I like. When I first put them on it felt very obvious that I didn't have any knickers on; a lot like putting newly washed tight jeans on. I hoped that the feeling would stay with me all day. Certainly they felt good at first and on the drive in to Manchester. Sadly, as the day went on I got used to them, but the feeling was nice while it lasted.

On top I went braless with a black polo-neck jumper.

Sunday 9th March – Button through dress without any underwear

Other than a quick trip out to Morrisons, I didn't go anywhere today and had been hanging round the house in jeans and a tee shirt and a big jumper. Before I went out I changed in to one of my button-through dresses; the black one. Obviously without a bra and risking the white legs I didn't put any tights on either. I nipped out to the shop, naked under the dress.

I didn't go mad and left just two buttons undone which I suppose gave some flash of thigh for those standing to my left as I walked past them. Even though it looked like a nice day I was freezing just walking from the car to the shop without a coat or jacket.

It was the first time in ages that I’d been out without anything at all on under a dress.

Saturday 8th March – The Trafford Centre without knickers

Just above knee length, slightly flared black skirt with low heeled boots, braless with a tee shirt and my leather jacket. I wore black opaque hold-ups without knickers from the start of the day. I didn't even wear them for the drive to the Trafford Centre.

It’s a nice skirt to wear without underwear because it’s made of really fine fabric and so it clings against my legs quite nicely and  it can blow about a bit and there’s just a slight hint of jeopardy in so far as it’s not completely impossible that it could be caught by the wind and reveal a bit of leg. Although I’ll admit, with being indoors, this didn't happen today.

Friday 7th March – short skirt opaque tights without knickers at work

For work I wore my short, dark red skirt, the usual opaque tights (without knickers) and flat shoes. On top I had a white tee shirt with a black v-neck jumper over it. 

Tuesday 4th March – the dress was too revealing (a couple of summers ago)

In the time that I've been wearing revealing clothing (which is now many years) I've never really had any trouble. There's been the odd time when I've had some unwelcome attention from drunken blokes, but nothing that moving away or leaving hasn't solved and nothing that doesn't happen to everyone else. However, I've had more than a few occasions when I've chosen to wear something which I've later regretted.

One such event:

A couple of years ago I went out for a meal with Husband and I was wearing a long flesh coloured dress without any underwear. I'd bought it that day because it was very thin and clingy and thought it would be great to wear without anything under it. I hadn't tried it on in the shop and the first time I put it on was when I was getting dressed to go out. The combination of the thin, fabric it was made of which sort of contoured itself to every part of my body, and the flesh colour meant that even though it showed pretty much no actual flesh, (almost to the floor and ¾ sleeves) it was extremely revealing. Far more so than I’d expected. I enjoy wearing clothes that leave people wondering what I might be wearing underneath, but this dress left no doubt that I wasn't wearing any underwear. I almost looked naked.

I asked Husband what he thought and he was very unsure about it. Which, even though he’s normally more cautious than me, was quite unusual; he leaves it to me to decide what I wear and relies on me getting it right. I tried tights without knicker, but felt so disappointed because I’d been looking forward to wearing it and also, wanted to be brave. I was so keen to wear it; I decided to go for it.

I wore knickers for the drive to Didsbury and slipped them off in the car just as we were parking up and shoved them in the glove box.

Almost as soon as I was out of the car I was feeling quite self conscious. Where the dress wasn't clinging to me it was blowing against my legs and I repeatedly had to pull it out from between my legs. My nipples really showed through which is something I don’t usually mind, but they somehow seemed extra visible that day. Most people we walked past gave me a double take and I was feeling a little more than uncomfortable. I didn’t even have a cardigan with me to hold to cover up a bit. I couldn't wait to get to the restaurant so I could set down and become less visible.

Things improved once we were in and I was sitting down out of the way and it was dark by the time we left to walk back to the car.

In the end, I feel that the dress was just that bit too revealing for where we were going. It was just too obvious I was naked under it and I didn't have the right accessories with me to help. It caused us both some embarrassment.

I have worn the dress a few times since (without underwear) but have always had a jacket with me and a bigger handbag!

Tuesday 4th March – off work today

I've done loads of late nights and as the firm doesn't pay overtime, we have to take days off in lieu although we never seem to get as much time off as the extra we work.  I suppose that’s life these days.

With no special plans, I’m going to do a little work on the blog.  So here I am, sitting at the table with the laptop wracking my brains trying to think of something interesting to write.

I’ll start with this:

New dress for the Christmas night out
I bought myself a new outfit for the Christmas night out.  Well, in fact, I bought two outfits.  A pair of black trousers which I’d planned to wear with a long-sleeved cream cashmere top I already had and a dark blue dress.  The reason I bought the two outfits, is because we were going for an Italian and then off round a few pubs.  At the time of buying the clothes, I didn't really know what we’d be doing after the restaurant but suspected we’ll end up in the Northern Quarter.  Given the type of people I work with and the type of pub we go to I thought the dress was going to be a bit over the top.  From the start, I was pretty sure I’d be wearing the trousers for the night out, but I liked the dress and bought it anyway.  There’d be other opportunities to wear it.

The dress, which as I've said is dark blue, is shortish but not short (a couple of inches above the knee) and although not backless, it has a mesh back right down to waist level and long mesh sleeves.  Something I really liked about it is that it’s made from lovely thin, clingy soft fabric.  Not that I’d ever have worn one with it, it’s one of those dresses that would look ridiculous with a bra, although I realise you see lots of people wearing clothes that I think look ridiculous with a bra.

When I tried it on in the shop I was wearing quite thick opaque tights but knew it’d look good with very sheer black tights or even hold-ups without knickers if I was feeling brave enough.  I was also wearing a bra at the time but took it off to try the dress on.

To be honest, from the moment I saw the dress I knew I was never going to wear it for the works night out, and always knew I’d be wearing the trousers, but I wanted it anyway.  I've worn it twice since I bought it.  Once on a night out with the girls and once with Husband.  I wore it with just nice sheer tights when I was out with the girls and commando with hold-ups when I was with Husband.

It looked great with tights (even though it did stick to my thighs because of the nylon tights a bit more that I really would have liked) but the tops of the stockings were too visible through the fabric and spoilt the smoothness of the dress really.  So when I wear it in future, it will either be with tights or if the weather is a bit better and my legs aren't quite so white and I’m feeling brave I might try bare legs and wear it with nothing underneath.  See how it goes.

Monday 3rd March – no knickers with a long woollen skirt

Since I stopped blogging some months ago, I've settled down in the new job quite nicely.  I've become much more relaxed about going to work without a bra; no one cares.  And going without knickers has always been easier, because the vast, vast majority of the time, no one would ever know.  Obviously, I am little more restricted in this job than I was in the last because it’s such a casual dress code, but there are plenty of things I can wear to keep myself happy providing I stay the right side of sensible.

It was freezing this morning and so I wore a long woollen skirt for work today.  It’s a skirt I've worn for work lots of times and, although it may not sound like the sexiest thing in the world, today I wore it with white ankle socks and Doc Martens; my knickers were in my handbag. I realise that there’s no possibility anyone would ever know, but it feels really nice for me.  One of the plus points of this skirt is that because it’s made from quite thick fabric, I don’t feel the need to wear knickers for the drive in to Manchester as I do with some of my thinner skirts and dresses.  So, even though I sometime enjoy taking my knickers off in the car, I was pleased to go commando from the time I left the house.

On top I wore a round necked tee shirt with a v-neck jumper over it.  Didn't wear a bra.

Saturday 1st March – jeans without knickers and braless in cashmere

A very cold morning today and Husband was working so I’d decided to hang round the house during the day and we’d go to the pub for tea and a few drinks late in the afternoon when he got home. The heating had gone off by the time I woke up, so I ran down stairs, switched it on and went back to bed to wait for the house to warm up a bit.

During the day I wore black opaque tights with a short, stretchy black skirt and a black polo neck jumper. Although I intended staying in, I ended up making a quick trip to Morrisons. Even though it was a nice bright, sunny afternoon it was still pretty cold.  Even so I didn't put a coat on and quite enjoyed the walk from the car to the shop.  My boobs moving nicely under my top and I was hoping my nipples were looking good.

Planning to be ready for when Husband got home I got my second shower of the day well before he was due.  As we were only going to the pub, there was no opportunity to dress up particularly, and I was planning to wear jeans and one of my cashmere jumpers which I think I've become known for in work; sort of my trademark.

I’d already put the top on (but was naked from the waist down) while I did my make-up. The jeans were freshly washed (I have to wash my jeans a lot because of my habit of not wearing underwear) and as I always do, I enjoyed the feeling of pulling them on and sensation as they pull firmly between my legs and between my buttocks.  I pulled them up hard against myself for a few seconds while I fastened them forcing the seam against my most delicate parts.  It felt amazing and is a feeling I never fail to enjoy.

I was ready, jeans and braless under a cream coloured cashmere jumper. Husband was impressed.

Friday 28th February – I might have been caught taking my knickers off

I can’t be sure, but I might have been caught taking my knickers off in the car tonight.

Husband was driving and we’d parked up in the usual car park at the end of Deansgate and I was slipping my knickers off before we got out of the car.  Next thing there was a knock on the window on Husband’s side of the car and a face was right up against the window.

To say I nearly died is understatement of the week.  It was the car park attendant asking us how long we thought we might be.  I’ve no idea how much he saw and I’ve no idea how long he was there before he knocked on the window.

I was wearing a just above knee length dress with hold-up stockings and because the dress is made of very thin, clingy fabric, as I often do, I’d put knickers on for the drive over to Manchester.  Even though it was dark, and the car park isn’t well lit, I find it hard to believe he didn’t see what I was doing.  The stockings I was wearing were natural colour and so quite light and I fear my legs could well have been the first thing he saw as he approached the car.

To say I was feeling self conscious as we walked passed his hut, is the second most understated comment of the week.