Tuesday 15th March – Same dress as yesterday, but without underwear

It’s rare I wear the same thing for work two days on the trot. But today was one of those days. I wore the same dress as I wore yesterday. However, today, the only thing I had on under the dress was a pair of sheer, black hold-ups. I chose to wear my high heeled black court shoes. I did this for a reason.

I’ve mentioned many times before that it can be difficult to keep the thrill of being without underwear and wearing underwear and taking it off helps with this. It’s particularly true if for example, I wear tight knickers (as I did yesterday) as not only am I well aware I’m wearing them, but they also leave a very pronounced VPL and therefore they’re very noticeable for those around me. This means that when I’m not wearing them, people should be able to tell; or at least be left wondering.

So, in addition to the dress feeling much, much better without anything on under it, and the lovely feeling of my body moving against the fabric, that’s why I wore the same dress twice on the hop.

Monday 14th March – Bra and knickers

Today I wore a dress. One of my business style dresses. For the first time in ages and ages, I not only wore both a bra and knickers, but a matching set. I wore them with hold ups.

A few times during the day I considered taking my underwear off, but I was too busy and didn’t get round to it.

Saturday 12th March – Getting changed in the restaurant

The restaurants were all very busy and the first few we tried had too long a wait for a table. In the end, we decided on Zizzi. We got our table and ordered a bottle of wine, which was going to be mostly mine, as Husband was diving. After a chink of glasses and a sip of wine, I set off to the toilets to change into the dress.

The toilets were lovely and clean which was a great benefit, and I whipped my top off and put the dress over my head. Stepping out of my skirt, doing my best not to let it touch the floor I was soon pulling the new dress down over my hips. I’d bought a pair of tights to put on in case I didn’t fancy going commando in such a thin dress in a situation when I’d be sitting for quite a long time. Feeling brave and quite excited, I didn’t bother with the tights and went completely naked under the dress.

Taking my Dr. Martens and socks off, I slipped in the new shoes I’d bought to go with the dress. The socks had made marks around my ankles, but they’d soon be gone I thought.

Stepping out of the cubicle, I topped my lippy up and headed back to the table. Nipples doing their stuff and me doing mine by walking as confidently as I could to the table in my brand new naked dress. In the corner of my eye I caught a few people giving me a double take and Husband was almost ecstatic as he told me just how obvious my lack of underwear was. I was feeling very pleased with myself.

When the time to leave came, I was keen that Husband checked the back of the dress. If it was marked, I’d planned to tie my jacket round my waist for the walk out of the restaurant and back to the car. As it happened, all was well.

This naked dress is much more practical that the other one and I’m sure I’ll get much more opportunity to wear it.

Saturday 12th March – A new naked dress

Husband was off again which is quite unusual for a Saturday so we decided we wouldn’t waste the time and we’d go for a drive somewhere and have a nice lunch. We ended up in Leeds.

I was wearing one of my long skirts, a cashmere jumper with a denim jacket and my Dr. Martens with white ankle socks. I wore no underwear and hadn’t even thought to throw any in my bag so when we ended up in the shops and husband was trying to by me a dress he liked, I was in a bit of an awkward position, but one I’ve found myself in many times before.

In the changing room I took my top off and pulled the dress over my head before I dropped the skirt to the floor. The dress was light green (in case you hadn’t noticed, I like green), about knee length with long sleeves, a v-neck and very thin and very fitted.

The dress I’d taken in to the changing room was too tight and it took a little time to work it down over my hips. Looking at myself in the mirror, I thought “Oh my god, you look so obviously naked under this” and without thinking about it anymore (in case I chickened out, I went to the entrance of the changing rooms so my husband could see what it looked like and ask him to get me the next size up.

Standing waiting for him, my nipples doing their football stud impersonation and the dress so tight across my hips feeling like everyone in the place had noticed me and my lack of underwear, it felt like he was away for ages. Eventually he came back and I tried that one on and it was much better. Still tight enough yet much more comfortable and practical. Which was great because Husband planned that I’d be wearing it for the evening when we went out for tea.

Monday 7th March – Suspender bumps in tight dress

The day started with a client visit. So as usual, I went to work a bit smarter than I do if I’m staying in the office. I’d picked a fairly new dress and matching jacket; all very business-like. The dress is lined so I was relaxed about going without knickers from the start of the day. In fact, it was only when I was trying to find somewhere to park near the client’s office that I realised I didn’t even have any spare knickers in my bag – always a perilous state of affairs.

I decided that the dress was just about right for me to go for stockings with suspenders instead of the usual hold-ups. Lose enough to give just a slight hint of the suspended fastenings as I walked about and tight enough to show the bumps quite overtly if I stood in such a way as to pull the dress taught across my thighs. Which was something I found myself trying to do all day long.

Just in case anyone is wondering, I left my bra off today.

Sunday 6th March – Side boob in a very thin, clingy dress

Husband was off today and we’d planned to do a big tidy up in the house. With no plans to go out, I put one of my long dresses on. Made from very thing fabric, it clings to wherever it touches and leaves no doubt about what underwear I might or might not have on. Today, I was naked under the dress. However, it was pretty chilly so I wore a sweat shirt on top for a while taking it off every now and then if I got a bit too hot.

It also has nice deep arm holes and what I think they used to call a “muscle back”. Basically, this means that it’s very low at the sides and can easily show side boob – particularly if I lean forward slightly.

One of Husband’s colleagues called round with something for him. I saw him parking and, even though it was a bit cold, I whipped the sweat shirt and opened the door to him in just the dress. He introduced himself to me, and I to him. He came in and followed me through to the kitchen while I put the kettle on to make us all a coffee. There’s no way I can be 100% certain, but I’m pretty sure he will have got a view of my side boob. He said nothing (I wouldn’t have expected him to) and next thing Husband came in to the kitchen and they went off in to the living room.

I took the coffees in to them and went upstairs and left them to it and wondering what he must have thought of me.

Saturday 5th March – Major leg show in Costa

I’d arrived in Manchester over an hour early to meet a friend for lunch because. Early, because I wanted to call in to the bank. It was freezing and so I went straight to Costa. I got myself and coffee, found a seat and sent my friend a text telling her to meet my there.

I was clothes shopping and so I wore one of my button-through dresses. They’re easy to get on and off, in fact I don’t even need to take it off completely to try trousers and skirts on. Which is very convenient. Under the dress I wore only a pair of sheer, black tights – no other underwear. Of course I wore a warm, woolen coat.

In Costa, I managed to get a seat towards the back were people would pass me to get to the loo. I already had three buttons undone, I had done from leaving the house, which allowed the dress to fall completely open and show my leg right to the top of my thigh when I sat. I pulled the right hand half of the dress over the top my thigh, leaving the left side hanging down.

I do this often as I like to think it looks like I think I’ve got myself covered. Obviously, I know very well I haven’t. I sat drinking the coffee and reading my Kindle, hoping that people were getting to see my leg. I’m pretty sure they must have.

Friday 4th March – Going commando and without a bra in cashmere

Although it had been on the weather forecast, I was still a little more than surprised by the snow this morning. I ditched my original idea of wearing one of the button-through dresses and chose to wear grey trousers and one of my cashmere jumpers.

Recently, I’ve been wearing underwear quite often for work. One day last week I even wore my mustard trousers with proper knickers. The knickers produced a major VPL and I’d actually intended to take them off at some point in the day, but in the end it didn’t happen.

Anyway, today I went commando. I was wearing cashmere, so there was never going to be a bra was there! The jumper was yellow and one of the thicker ones I have, so even though I’m aware my nipples made several impressive appearances throughout the day, I felt quite comfortable to leave my jacket off while I was walking round the office.

There’s no support from cashmere so there was always a nice amount of movement under my jumper which was nice and served to keep on reminding me of my braless state.

Sunday 24th January – Braless in Tescos with nipple show

Husband was working. So for most of the day I just mooched about the house, putting off the time I’d have to go to the supermarket.

I wasn’t really interested enough to get dressed properly and had pulled a pair of leggings on, a tee shirt and a cardigan. Before I left the house to go to Tesco, I took my leggings off and put one of my long woolen skirts on - no need for knickers – and I wore ankle socks and my Dr. Martens. I didn’t change the tee shirt and even risked running from the car in to the shop without my jacket. It was freezing and, if it wasn’t for this blog I wouldn’t have done it; I'd have worn a jacket. I only did it so I could talk about it on here.

It goes without saying that I gave a nipple show to be proud of; talk about football studs. From the corner of my eye I saw that loads of people looked at me – seemed to be mostly women I would say – and my nipples were showing through strongly the whole time I was in the shop.

Just for fun I purposely chose a till manned by a fella. He was a complete gentleman and he hardly ever looked at my boobs – other than the 500 times I caught him that is. It was so funny and most enjoyable.

On the way home I called in to Morrisons to get petrol, and once again braved the cold without my jacket when I filled up. The petrol station was quite busy and I waited until a bloke I’d seen going in the shop to pay was on his way out before I made my way from the car to the shop myself. He clearly noticed and I caught his eye as he looked away pretending he wasn’t looking at me. I enjoyed that too.