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.