Saturday 2nd January – Braless in Tesco

I’d been to the Trafford Centre for a few hours while Husband was at work. On the way back I called in to Tesco in Warrington for a couple of bits and pieces. I was wearing a smart, un-lined, slim fitting grey skirt. Made from very fine wool, it’s thin and quite tight and about 4 inches above my knee.

With sheer black tights without knickers and my high heeled court shoes, personally I think it’s the sexiest business skirt I have. My top was one on my cashmere polo-neck jumpers. A dark red one which is very thin and I wasn’t wearing a bra.

I braved the walk from the car to the shop without my coat and I could feel my boobs moving freely as I walked. It goes without saying that it was well cold enough for my nipples to be sticking out like football studs and I experienced one of those moments I both love and dread. Just as I got in the doorway, I saw a two blokes I know vaguely from the pub. One was with his wife who I had never seen before. They’re more my Husband’s friends really, but I know them well enough to stop and say hello.

Although I love people to notice me, I much prefer them to be people I don’t know. We passed pleasantries about Christmas, they asked where Husband was etc. and we wished each other Happy New Year before I went in to the shop.

All the time we were speaking I could see that the wife hardly took her eyes off my boobs. I would love to know what, if anything she said to her husband. She must have said something I’m sure.