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.