I knew I had meetings today. I toyed with the idea of risking being braless, but didn’t in the end. So it was pretty boring.

It was blowing a gale today so I had a coat and cardigan on, but this was my first day going to the office without any underwear at all. But then I got the fear and kept the cardigan on in the office, which I was glad of as I was pulled into a meeting unexpectedly. I wouldn’t have liked sitting there with my breasts poking against my blouse whilst trying to talk payroll!

Today was totally weird. I had the same skirt on, and a long-sleeved top, and I went out to the bookshop and bumped into an old boyfriend in the street. I must have turned a bright shade of red and we just sort of said “hello” and “what have you been up to”, and then he gave me a bit of a look up and down and I could have sworn he was looking right through my clothes. “You’re looking really good, though,” he said.

“Thanks,” I beamed, and then told him I had to go. I wondered if he was watching me as I walked away. I hoped so, and I hoped he realised what he was missing out on.

I decided I should use the weekends to experiment a bit more, so today I put on short socks, a nice loose skirt and a stretchy top, and nothing else, and went shopping. It was such a buzz! Except, the best laid plans of mice and exhibitionists… I hadn’t counted on it being so windy, and I spent half the time worrying about my skirt. And not to mention it was a little bit breezy “up there”. It was a bit of a giggle all the same.

I’m so proud of myself! I hadn’t even planned it, but on the way out of the office I just felt like “fuck it”, so I went into the toilets, took off my bra, and went all the way home with it in my bag. I had my blouse buttoned right up, but I wondered if anyone on the tube could tell. My heart was racing and I’m sure my nipples were pressing against the cotton. They certainly felt like it.

I stood in the window with a glass of wine later, wanting to tell everyone that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. Maybe nobody would care, but it felt good.

Knickerless might be the only way to go from now on. It just feels so good, and I love to walk around knowing I’ve got a secret. And that’s one less thing to wash at the weekend too…

I did it! A whole day without underwear! I mean, I wore a bra, of course, but only a skirt (and short white socks) below. Of course, there was no danger, even in the office, but I could have a bit of fun pretending to be Sharon Stone by crossing my legs and uncrossing them while I was at my desk.