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.
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