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!