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.

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.

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.

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!