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.