I am wearing a blue strapless dress. Its material is light enough for me to breathe yet substantial enough for me to not worry about the translucent effects of the sun.
The carefully puckered elastic at my back and the solid neck tie means that I can be free from the constraints of my 36E.
The panties underneath are non-existent. No lacy trims, no crotch covering cotton, no VPL. Nothing, zilch, nada!
I don’t have to slide those panties down to sit on the loo and pee. I don’t have to remove anything should I wish to run upstairs for a quick blast of my vibrator (which reminds me, I must get my Roger back at some point). I don’t have to worry about unruly perspiration around the pubic area. There is a delightful rush of fresh air as I stand up, legs ajar.
It is so liberating to walk about with nothing on other than a piece of cloth that loosely resembles a dress. It feels very natural to be free from the constraints of undergarments. In warm and temperate conditions such as today, there is such joy in embracing the heat and feeling free.
I really do like this and can, to some extent, understand why people embrace naturism.
But then my freedom stops.
I need to go to the supermarket and I am just debating whether I am brave enough to traipse into the city without a pair of knickers. Of course, the answer to this is that I am probably not. Tied by the conformity of peers, I guess I will have to nip upstairs, raid my knicker draw and pull out a suitable pair of white lacy ones that will hide my naughty bits from the world, should I accidentally fall over and reveal myself to the world.
Considering this however, I am wondering how I would actually feel if the aforementioned accident did happen. Would I be ashamed that a few people who I don’t know, nor ever will, had caught a glimpse of my pussy? Would I be embarrassed by the thoughts going through these peoples’ heads about what type of floozy wanders around without any panties on? Would I be angry with myself for being such a flagrant exhibitionist?
Or would I think, sod them! If they cannot cope with a woman’s right to wear or not wear what she wants, then sod them. If people were shocked that I wasn’t wearing panties, then why should I be remotely bothered? It is their lack of liberty and enlightenment that should be shameful, not my choice to act and dress as I feel is befitting for the moment.
Of course, I am going to go and find a pair of panties. I think I will choose a cotton silk pair, ones trimmed with a good inch of lace all around the v-shape that imitates and streamlines the shape of my arse and vag. They are not too tight, and thongs can be a little tricky in this weather.
It’s interesting though. During the week, there have been more articles about our sexualised society and I hope to write more about this subject later but without wanting to sound too sensationalist or flippant, maybe if we embraced our bodies earlier in life and didn’t see them as something to be embarrassed about or hidden from the world, then maybe we would have a better or more positive engagement with our own sexuality.
In saying this, I am not advocating that everyone should boycott M&S, sending their profit margins plummeting as the ubiquitous panties sales disappears into a void. I am not suggesting that everyone should suddenly reveal their pussies and cocks to the world. I really don’t want to walk around my local supermarket staring at peoples’ bits, and reaching over some bloke’s flaccid one to grab a tin of tomatoes. But there has to be a happy medium.
People are basically inhibited. They do not want the world to know they are sexual beings, if indeed they are, and if there is a display in any form of their intimate parts, assumptions are automatically adopted.
It is almost as if we have to learn how to separate the sexual from the human form. How ludicrous is that! Yet, isn’t there a grain of truth in here too.
In our society, we cannot accept that others who we work with or shop with or even live with are sexual beings. In not accepting their sexuality, we cannot cope with the intimate parts of the body because it reminds us that they might actually be sexual, and we are taught implicitly that we should shy away from the fact that people are sexual beings; all this in a society that paradoxically sells so much by embracing and using that sexuality. Or is it precisely this shying away from sexuality that makes the advertising industry use it so effectively? Do advertisers use sexuality not for its aestheticism but because the lure is in the secret desire to be sexual in a society that does not allow us to do so?
I cannot go to the supermarket without my panties on because if people notice that I am pantiless, it is ‘telling’ them something about me. It is reminding them that I am a sexual person, possibly a sexy person; fully confident in my own sexuality that I can let them know, by this small fact of being knickerless, that I am sexual. And they don’t want to know. Not because I am particularly unattractive but because they don’t want to think about my intimacy, even though they can make assumptions that I am sexually active.
The other day, a friend of mine was telling me about her son bringing a girl home for the night. This is a woman who is sexually liberal, who fully embraces her sexuality and talks about it without any qualms. She told her son that she was fine about him bringing his girlfriend home but could he please make sure he didn’t make any noise whilst he was fucking her, because that would be revolting!
Why?
For goodness sake, why should it be revolting or cringe making to hear other people, even you nearest and dearest having sex? If we were completely content with other peoples’ sexuality then it wouldn’t bother us in the slightest.
If we were not appalled by other peoples’ sexuality, then I could go to the supermarket without my panties and no-one would raise an eyebrow, if they discovered I was knickerless, because it simply wouldn’t be of any significance.
I mean, wouldn’t it be fantastic if someone saw that I was without underwear in the supermarket and simply said, “Good on you gal. Bet you feel really free” And this same person wouldn’t be trying to get into my knickers (obviously not, if they weren’t there!). They would simply be saying this to acknowledge that I had no qualms about going commando and it showed that I had no inhibitions about my body, and consequently about my sexuality.
It’s the same with parents and their children. Young people allegedly cannot bear the thought of their parents having sex but if they didn’t have sex then the kids wouldn’t be there in the first place. I am absolutely not advocating getting your cock and fanny out in front of the kids but we really shouldn’t dismiss this revulsion with a giggle. Rather we should allow our children and young people to know that there is nothing vulgar or revolting about sex and that they should be glad that their parents are expressing their sexuality rather than ignoring its existence.
I, for one, take utter delight in the fact that my parents had an extremely healthy sex life, and I am also pleased that my mother can readily tell me this without me have a fit of the heebie-jeebies.
But back to my pantiless crotch…….
I like to go without panties because it just feels comfortable, and I like to be aware that my most intimate and precious parts of my body are uncovered, free, alive and unrestricted. I like this partly because it implies a comfort with my own body and a lack of shame in the fact that these are the physical essence of my sexuality.
If I were to venture out without my knickers, it wouldn’t be in some sort of provocative way. It would purely be for the joy of just being at one with myself. It wouldn’t be for any form of promiscuity or the hope that someone may be turned on by knowing I am without any cover. It would simply be for me to feel good about myself.
Having said that, there is no denying that sometimes I may wish to go commando for the very purpose of feeling sexually alive and with the very intention of turning someone on so much that they have to dive up my skirt to have a feel of the freshness and openness of my unclad pussy.
I like the idea of walking into someone’s house and been greeted with the usual delights of kisses and cuddles, followed by a swift grab of my tit. I love to think of his hands wandering over my arse, tracing the seams of my panties and discovering that they are not there; and on this discovery, transferring his hands around to my front for confirmation of the joy that my cunt is clearly and immediately accessible.
I adore the thought of taking a walk across a summer, sun-kissed beach with me wearing this dress and nothing else, or wandering down a valley where trees and bushes are clustered together to give some shade from the warmth of the day; where we can wander away from the pathway and slip into the oblivion of overgrown flora, where my nudity below can be dealt with.
Or maybe I could get completely naked in such a situation, rapidly removing my entire dress, knowing how easy it would be to slip it back on should prying eyes wander in our direction.
And I would love the fact that even if there were people around, I could just lay my lover on the floor, surreptitiously undo his flies, get his excited and erect cock out and just sit on top of him, feeding his dick into my moist and awaiting cunt, without it looking too obvious that we were enjoying a gentle and very natural fuck.
Mmmm, going commando does have its sexually satisfying and arousing benefits to be sure but essentially it is about being positive about being me, and hopefully other people might realise the rewards of feeling so liberated too.
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