I nearly chickened out today too. I mean, I did chicken out, but I felt so bad that I went into the toilets on the way home, took my knickers off and stuffed them into my bag! It was very exciting to be walking out of the building with fresh air between my legs, and I was glad it was a bit warmer too.
Disappointingly, though, nobody on the tube batted an eyelid. I guess they wouldn’t, since it’s not like I’m in the habit of showing my knickers anyway. But at least I had a bit of fun.
I had loads of meeting today so it was definitely not a day to experiment.
Okay, so I’ve been reading some stuff, and I’m just getting to the conclusion that the next step is going to be no underwear. I mean, I can’t really show more skin at the office without being fired, and I can’t do nothing or I’ll never get anywhere. And it’s not like I’m adventurous at the weekends.
“As TV shows go it was a pretty neat idea: start out nude, and then they build you a new outfit from scratch. Nobody told me I could wear things as soon as I got them… It’s a pretty famous episode now.”
Something weird happened today. I was watching the TV with the light off and I turned to look out of the window and the house opposite, with the young couple, had a light in their hall, and sitting in the window I could see the girl that lives there (she must be my age) and standing in the doorway at the back of the room was the guy. But I could swear he was stark naked. He was pretty hairy down there anyway. I think he didn’t know he was in the light, and they have plants and things in their room so he probably thought he was hidden. He seemed to be talking to her and then he turned and walked out, but with all the plants and things in the way I couldn’t see if anything was flapping about that would tell me that he was definitely in the nude.
Here I am stressing about a few buttons and the guy across the road is just strutting around in the nip like it’s normal. I’m such a coward it’s unbelievable.
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Went out for drinks after work, but I hadn’t planned it very well so I was wearing an old blouse. While I was in the toilets I had this weird idea of undoing a button halfway down and hoping I might flash a bit of belly button. I’ve no idea if it worked, but I didn’t catch anyone looking so I guess not. I wish I was brave enough to do the tied-blouse thing that I’d tried at home.
We were stuck on the tube for forty minutes this morning. It was sweltering hot and I had to take my coat off, and I forgot that these new blouses flap around all over the place! One guy was just staring at my chest as I put my coat down on my bag and I realised he’d pretty much seen a whole breast (albeit clad in a large cotton bra). I turned bright red and he didn’t even look embarrassed at being caught, he just gave me a half smile.
I think I smiled back, and then felt silly for rushing to cover myself up again. While we waited for the tube to start moving the heat increased and I flapped at my blouse and I saw him look again. I pretended not to know I was giving him little half-second peep-shows. It was fun!
I wore one of my v-neck blouses today. It doesn’t show as much as if I have two buttons undone on a regular one, but the thing is that I can’t do anything about it. But I got a compliment at work! From Ha (who’s Vietnamese and one of the tiniest women I know, so no chance of her looking down my top). It made me smile all the same.
“Just lose the bra, then,” I typed, wondering what kind of cutting reply I’d get.
But instead of a cutting reply I watched, feeling the pressure growing in my trousers, as Katherine carefully glanced towards the bar to check the coast was clear before reaching behind her back and then, first with one arm and then the other, she pulled the bra straps down and out of her blouse sleeves and over her hands. I saw her bundle it into her bag, one arm crossed across her blouse all the time to hold it closed.
Then, she looked around again, and, turning towards the wall, she pushed the blouse half off each shoulder and took another picture.
My heart thumped in my chest as I waited for the picture to load. But there she was, her glorious, smooth breasts, golden brown and shining in the spotlights, and her flat, toned stomach asking to be kissed, and hinting at the pleasure that I would find below.
I stared at the picture, wondering what I had done to deserve my wife. It must have been something in a past life, because it certainly wasn’t anything I’d done in this one.
“Satisfied?” read the message.
“For now,” I typed.
“Well, hurry up,” Katherine wrote, “Or I’ll just have to finish myself off here.” She would be pretty turned on by now and, to be honest, I wouldn’t put it past her.
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