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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Random thoughts of an erotic mind

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Random thoughts of an erotic mind

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Submitted: November 02, 2015

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Holiday Madness

When I was sixteen I was still very flat-chested, but my nipples were waking-up quickly. I had a summer top that was kind of knitted from a thick cotton yarn and ordinarily, you couldn't see anything through it even though it was a wide knit, rather like a net, so I never wore anything under it. One day, I had caught the ferry between Helford and Helford Passage in Cornwall (UK) and as I walked along the gang-plank at the landing I noticed several men had their eyes fixed on my chest. being me, I just smiled and walked right on by. I joined my Dad at a table outside the pub for lunch and realised he was motioning with his eyes towards my chest too. When I looked down, I could see my left nipple plain as day, peeking out through one of the cells of my knitted top! It gave me such a thrill, I just smiled at Dad and he raised his eyes skywards like he always did when he knew he wouldn't win an argument. After that, I did my best to persuade my nipples to peek out through that top and I have been searching for a similar one for ages now.

Perky

I just LOVE seeing perky nipples under a soft material. I guess it goes back to my Mum who was a child of the seventies who rarely wore underwear of any kind and I just got used to the look of the contour of rounded breasts and perky nipples. My breasts are quite small but my nipples are well defined and get erect at the slightest excuse. And I love being able to feel them whenever I want to.

Unlocking My Bi-side

I have been regularly going commando for nearly ten years now and during the last six years it has been the norm rather than the exception. Many of my friends and most of my family know about my oddity but because it's not exceptional to me, I tend to forget who knows and who doesn't.

The year before last, my cousin who is bi had just split from a long-term lesbian partner. They had planned a vacation to Provincetown, MA, and she asked me to go with her instead. I love P'town so I jumped at the chance.

The night we arrived we had dinner in a restaurant with booths. I wasn't expecting anything to happen during our meal but I wasn't wearing panties just because I rarely do, especially when I'm on vacation. The surprise was when Emma leaned across to me and whispered in my ear; 'I'm not wearing underwear'. From that moment on I just had this silly smile all across my face.

Although we groped each other a lot during the meal, neither of us came close to an orgasm in the restauarnt, but it set the scene for an amazing evening! Just knowing that Emma was bare under her skirt and T-shirt had me feeling even more sexy than ever about my own lack of underwear. In fact, the theme for the whole vacation became one of 'in how many places can we grope each other and get away with it?'

Greek Summer

I love sun dresses! I was in Corfu; it was the summer before I 'came out' and I bought a couple of loose-fitting, cotton sun dresses in a local market. The first time I wore one of them we visited a cliff-top monestry so I had to wear a shawl to cover my shoulders before I was allowed in. Anyway, we were standing in a courtyard looking out over the bay and the warm wind was blowing almost straight up from below, kinda inflating my sundress just like a chinese lantern. My BF was taking photos of me from a balcony with a great big grin on his face. When I looked down, I realised that with the wind blowing up my dress, he could see right down my front. I have small breasts but very perky nipples and they were scrunched up tight!  Well, having discovered this, it opened up a whole new range of poses for him to photograph.

I was wearing white satin knickers, which is quite unusual for me, especially on holiday, but they looked great glimpsed down my dress from the top. Once I realised that the dress just inflated rather than the hem blowing up to my waist, though, the panties had to go... and the feeling was incredible!

Adictive

I started leaving off my panties regularly after a prank at school that nearly got me expelled. But I realised I just love being bare under my clothes. Sometimes I will start out wearing knickers knowing that I am going to abandon them somewhere during the day. It's a habit that's TOTALLY adictive.

I don't deliberately flash people and I don't do it to shock, but it gives me the most amazing buzz to know I'm in an important meeting at work wearing just hold-ups under my business skirt, for example.

Recently, I have persuaded asmall group of close GFs to join me in my fetish. We arrange a 'Çommando Night' once a month when we go out for the evening without our knickers. Sometimes we go to the Theatre or to a concert, and we usually end up somewhere for food and a dance. We always take a 'flash photo' to record our adventure.

Weddings

Most of my very close GFs know I hate to wear knickers, or rather, I love not wearing knickers. One of our group got married recently and she got very worked-up about me being knickerless at the service and made me promise to at least wear some boy shorts (she knows I would rebel at the thought of a thong). She seemed to think all her relatives would be able to see through my dress and know I was bare! So, being a bit of a rebel, I set about persuading the rest of our group to ditch the underwear too. Well, in the end, four of us were knickerless throughout and I even danced with the Bride's father! Later in the evening, we took a 'flash'photo and one day, when we're feeling brave enough, we shall show the Bride what she was missing.


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