Monday 23rd November – Opaque hold-up’s with button-through dress

It was freezing this morning. I wore one of my black button-through dresses with a black woolly jumper over the top. So although I wasn’t wearing a bra, no one would even have known. I wore knickers for the drive in to Manchester, and slipped them off in the carpark leaving me with just a pair of black opaque hold-ups and my high-heeled, patent court shoes.

I did my best to leave just the right amount of buttons undone, in this case it was three, to allow a glimpse of stocking top and the very occasional flash of the flesh above when I walked briskly or if the breeze were to catch my dress. The cold I felt as I walked from the car park as the air swirled under my dress and around my body was the perfect reminder of my state of undress. It was exhilarating.

Once in work, while I was sitting behind my desk, I popped one more of the buttons undone and encouraged my dress to fall open. The desk is filled in at the front, so nothing to see there, but the few people who get to the left side of me would get to see a good length of my thigh and hopefully my stocking top.

I fastened the button on the odd occasion I left my desk and undid it again when I left the office to walk back to the car under the cover of darkness with four undone buttons. The weather was cold, damp and windy and this gave a flash of freezing flesh with every step. How many noticed. I have no idea.