I am growing accustomed to the attention I received from the lack of clothing I normally now wear.
Around the house, I quit wearing normal clothes about six months ago. Gone are the bras and panties I would normally wear. Now I am usually nude or wear a t-shirt or tank top when I need to wear something. This newfound freedom has led to some intentional and unintentional flashing.
For work my wardrobe still consisted of professional attire, pencil skirts and blouses, however, there were many new types of dresses. I enjoyed wearing sundresses and wraparound dresses whenever I can. Missing are the long pants I usually wore at work. For running and going to the gym. My attire now consists of spandex mini shorts and tub tops. The lighter the color the better, since I can't be nude while running or at the gym, showing my boobs and letting the bottom of my ass slide out of my shorts gets me some interesting looks. To top off my wardrobe I replaced Sam's t-shirts and muscle shirts with thinner T's made for women and ladies tank tops. I like to wear tank tops since they show a lot of side boob. I like the way strangers look at me when I'm out and about.
If you looked in my dresser you would no longer find any traditional bras and panties. If my clothing and the situation allow, I'm nude under my dresses. When I do need to wear something under my clothes, I wear the sexiest thin lace bras, they don't cover much and look great under my blouses. All my blouses are made of the thinnest material I can find. Notice I said nothing about panties....
One Sunday morning while preparing a roast for dinner I needed some Cloves. I searched the cupboards and pantry to no avail. Since Bryan and his father Sam were gone checking out some new mountain bike trails. I needed to go purchase them myself. Although you can substitute cloves with allspice and nutmeg, I knew that the flavor of the gravy wouldn't be the same.
In a hurry to get back to finish the roast, and not thinking. I just grabbed the closest shirt and slipped it on. Grabbed my pocketbook and headed for the store. The weather is perfect this time of year, with cool mornings and warm days. The roof of the Mustang was down, and the cool air promptly made my nipples hard. Without thinking, the tank top I grabbed was light tan and one of the thin ones I normally wear around the house or when checking the mail. The color and thin material of the shirt I grabbed showed my hard nipples and areola. Of course, I didn't notice this until I arrived at the store. Luckily it wasn't too tight. Oh well, too late to change.
I went into the store and headed to the spice aisle looking for the cloves. Just my luck I could only find ground cloves, I needed whole cloves. As I continued to search for them an attractive man was searching for something further down the aisle.
When I finally found the whole cloves, they were on the top shelf. Being 5'3" made retrieving them a challenge. Without thinking, I reached up trying to get them. I had to stand on my tiptoes and even had one leg in the air. My tank top rose as I reached exposing my butt. I even expose my freshly lasered pussy. My right boob popped out of the side of the shirt. I might as well have left the tank top at home, as much as it covered me.
That's when I heard a soft but deep voice say, "please allow me to help you with that". The attractive man I mentioned earlier was now standing next to me. He softly touched my hand as he reached for the cloves. He smiled as he slowly took in the view, I provided him. I lowered my arm allowing my shirt to cover my exposed body. The stranger handed me the cloves, mentioning that he had never seen such an attractive woman dressed so provocatively this early on a Sunday morning. I blushed slightly while thanking him. Did I mention he was incredibly attractive?
He softly held my hand and looked deeply into my eyes. It seemed that time had stopped as I looked into his pale blue eyes. He slowly lifted my hand, kissed it gently, then bid me adieu. He turned and walked away leaving me mystified. I collected myself, made my purchase then headed to my car. The rest of the day passed as a blur as I continued to think about this mystery man and his soft pale blue eyes.
Two uneventful weeks passed by. Then on Tuesday of the third week, my business partner came to me extremely excited. Lisa had been working for years to get a marketing contract with a large contractor in our area. The contractor employed over one thousand people locally and had contracts all over the world. Landing a contract with them would put our small firm in great financial shape. Lisa and I worked diligently for the rest of the week to prepare for our Friday afternoon meeting with the CEO of the contractor and his staff.
When Friday came, I wanted to look my best for our proposal. I picked out a black pencil skirt with a matching jacket, a white blouse, and a white lacy bra. I needed the bra in case I needed to remove my jacket during the presentation. To top my outfit off I wore my three-inch black heels.
I was standing in front of the mirror to make sure I looked professional when Sam walked into the bedroom. Wow, you look fabulous, Sam said. He walked up to me and helped me smooth my skirt, dwelling on my ass a bit longer as usual. As he slid his hand up and down my ass he asked if I was wearing any panties. I slapped his hand and replied you know I don't own any. Do you want me to purchase some? No way, he said while sliding his hand under my skirt.
Sam loves to get me all worked up whenever he can. Today was no exception. He even tried to insert his finger into my rosebud. I slapped his hand away again telling him that this meeting was important and that I needed to look as professional as possible. Sam told me that if our proposal looked half as good as I did, we surely had the contract all wrapped up.
When I arrived at work, Lisa and I went over our presentation one last time. We wanted to make sure we covered all the items placed in the request for proposal (RFP). After we were sure we covered every item in the RFP, we worked on the delivery.