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.