From the time I left home, I had enough buttons undone to show a nice amount of leg and more than a few flashes of the tops of my hold-ups as I moved around.
Husband was working late and I was in no rush to go home. So after leaving the office I called in to the Trafford Centre to have a look round. Nothing particularly caught my eye and I bought nothing.
Feeling a little deflated, I stopped for a coffee and read my Kindle for a while. I had quite a nice seat and I popped one more button open and left my dress to fall open (I made a weak attempt to act as if I didn’t know) revealing my leg right to the top.
Obviously my stocking tops, and my thigh above, were on show. Several people obviously noticed and, from the corner of my eye, I saw a number of people, relating what they saw to the people they were with. I haven’t done this sort of thing so blatantly for ages.
I left the extra button undone for the walk back to the car hoping I wasn’t showing anything more than leg.