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By on August 30, 2017.

As we turn down the alleyway that runs from the carpark to the shops, I realise I am a few steps ahead of him and we are alone. I take the opportunity to flip the back of my dress up.

“Look, no knickers” I say

“I would be more surprised if there were” he replies with a chuckle.

In the store he pinches my bottom when I bend down to get the pasta from the bottom shelf.

At the checkout it is busy, there is a queue. We load all our shopping onto the belt and then wait. He is standing tight up behind me and I can feel his hand gathering up my dress and finding its way between my thighs. Where he is standing means no one can see what he is doing and I wriggle my bottom and giggle as his fingers dig into my flesh. As the person in front pays he pinches my bottom again and I try to stifle a yelp as we both move forward. He lets my dress fall back into place

In the car on the way home he reaches across and pulls the skirt of dress up so that it is bunched up around my waist and my cunt is exposed. I drive all the way home like that. When we get home we wrestle all the groceries into the house and put it all away where it belongs. As he makes coffee I wrap my arms round him, unzip his fly and reach into his jeans. My finger tips are met with fabric.

“Damn it” I grumble

He spins round and kisses me. I can feel him pulling up the front of my skirt. We remember the coffee eventually.

***

There are many things I love about the summer but one of them is that I can wear skirts and dresses without any knickers all the time. In the winter I am still often without them but it is not quite the same thing when you are wearing leggings or jeans. Of course even in the winter if we go out to an event I will often wear a dress with stockings and no undies but you don’t tend to dress like that for an average day or to go to the shops or out for a walk but in the summer there are summer dresses and no panties as often as the temperature allows and if you happen to go on holiday somewhere warm like we did this summer, then there are two whole weeks of no knickers. Seriously, I threw 3 or 4 pairs into the suitcase, when we got home they went straight back into my underwear draw as I had, happily, not worn any of them.

I think my love of going commando really can be attributed to Michael as he was first man to tell me to go out without them. It was something that started when we were long distance. I would often ask him to pick my underwear for the day and one day he said, but no panties. I am fairly sure I protested but he was insistent and well, I am a good girl and so I did what I was told. It soon became apparent that it was his preferred underwear choice for me and as time went on that became true for me too. I love the way it feels. I like the slight feeling of being exposed, despite not actually being. The knowledge that a gust of wind or bending over too far will reveal my sordid secret is exciting. I love that I can reach up under my skirt and find my bare cunt. I like it when I am wet and can feel it coating my lips rather than leaking into my knickers, I like that he knows and that if the opportunity should arise he can easily cop a feel too. There is something conspiratorial about it between us too that I find both a turn and makes me feel close and connected to him when we are out in the world.

Now when I wear knickers I often find them quite irritating, they ride up, cut in, and slip down, twist, rub, or something that just does not feel right. I wear them under tights because I hate the feeling of nylon up against my cunt and sometimes under jeans if the seam is annoying but apart from that. I have pretty much abandoned them. I still have a drawer full of them though, and I just purchased a new packet of plain white cotton boy short because well, they tend to make Michael’s eyes twinkle with dirty thoughts when I wear them with little girly ankle socks and a slightly too short skirt but apart from that most of my knickers linger unloved in the bottom of my underwear drawer, especially during the summer.

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  1. Such a sexy story, I love it. And that photo is to die for, honestly!

    I’ve suggested my wife skip the knickers on occasion but she just can’t do it, since it’s “not how she was brought up”. Funny how some women will the skimpiest of spaghetti thongs but then refuse to go commando… 🙂
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  2. Do you know, I got a similar comment about him being surprised if I was wearing them. That was a turning point and I started wearing to surprise him. Where I can I’ll be commando but sometimes a pair of sexy panties can bring a smile to his face more than me not wearing any.
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