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.