From the start of the day I wore one of my polo-neck jumpers; a black one. For most of the time I was wearing a bra. Then, at about 4.00pm, I nipped to the loo and changed my top.
In a fit of real bravery, I took my bra off (was always the plan) and changed in to a cream coloured crape top with a sort of diamanté collar. The reason it required a certain amount of courage is that the fabric is thin enough to show not only the shape of my nipples when they’re hard, but it’s also sheer enough for my nipples to be seen relatively clearly through the material.
I’ve always thought that if ever I was invited to a Formula 1 race, it’s this top with a pair of nice jeans I would choose to wear. Sort of casual, but quite dressed up at the same time.
Although there were very few of us in, I reckon everyone in the office noticed me as I walked back to my desk for the last half hour and by the time I left, I was wishing I really was going out somewhere nice.
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