braless today

I wore my black stretch pants today, minus panties! My panties were already in my bag when I left the house, did not bother to wear them today! I like the tight stretchy feeling of the pants pressing between my legs! There is something very exciting about the risk of "getting caught" that makes it such a turn-on! I was moist between the legs from yesterday's virgin panty-less escapade, and I'm feeling the wetness again very quickly!

I went back to my room and placed a pantyliner before going out. Yes, pantyliners, even though I'm not wearing panties today. I had to stick the pantyliner on the inside of my pants. Learnt this trick from a girlfriend's older sister. I will usually put on pantyliners everyday because I'm such a horny girl and I get wet easily. I don't like to stain my panties because my mum washes my panties and will nag at me for being a naughty girl. She won't have anything to complain today because I'm not even wearing panties! It will be worse if she finds stains on the inside of my pants! Roll my eyes.... Going out of the house, I passed a neighbour and greeted the uncle like I normally do. My heart was fluttering as I thought of what the neighbours will say if they know I'm such a naughty girl! But of course there is no way for them to find out.

I took the bus to the town centre and walked around for a while. Boring day, nothing to see and I soon forgot about not wearing panties because it felt the same to me. Maybe I should take my bra off? I went into the toilet in Mac to do so. There was not much room in the tiny cubicle to remove my top and bra, then wear back the top. I stuffed the bra into my bag and went out to look at myself in the mirror. Oops... I think it is a bit too obvious that I'm not wearing a bra! I can see my breasts moving when I shake my shoulders! I had never done this before and didn't know what it will be like! Just then the door opened and another girl came in to use the ladies. She went into my cubicle! How can I put my bra back on again like this? I'm in trouble... I can't stay there and wait for them to come out... I decided to take my chances and go find another empty cubicle elsewhere!

I carried my sling bag in my hands walked out, very very conscious of my breasts moving under my top, a bit embarrassed and nervous. Nobody seem to notice me until I'm almost out of the Mac. I was pulling the door open just as a guy from the other side pushed in, and his eyes looked down at my chest. My breasts shake more when I have to pull the door and that caught his attention. I quickly walked out and did not even see his face! I vaguely recall a stunned look on his face but I cannot remember what he looks like. With the excitement I walked a bit fast but forced myself to slow down when I notice someone else staring at me. I slowed down so I will not shake as much. I tried slinging on my bag, the strap going down between my breasts like I usually do. Without a bra, the strap pressed against one of my breasts and pushed it sideways, unlike when I'm wearing a bra and it holds them together. Really feels different. I found another fast-food restaurant but its toilet mirror is outside the ladies! Inside don't have! I can't be shaking my boobs at the public mirror outside right? Look so ugly! I just decided to go to town directly to meet my friends. I think I can get used to the braless feeling.

The short walk to the MRT station was still ok, I walked slowly so that my braless C cups will not attract too much attention. I think another guy noticed, but he was alone and I ignored him. I was soon enjoying the "free-and-easy" feeling and the sensation of swaying gently under my top. My nipples are not very obvious also. But when I get into the train I started to regret when the train started moving. I'm sitting down and facing the passengers on the other side, I don't know if they can notice the movement of my breasts... I crossed my arms across my chest and under my boobs, my upper arms pressing inwards and that provided some support. My breasts swayed less when the train is starting or stopping. There was only this guy a few years older than me who must have noticed. He kept staring at me from the other side where he was sitting down, until more passengers came in and blocked his view. What can he see? Can he see my nipples? Can he tell that I'm not wearing a bra?

At my stop, I had to uncross my arms to stand up and hold onto the rail. I think another middle-aged uncle noticed my swaying breasts and kept ogling at me very blatantly. I ignored him. I quickly went into the ladies and wore back my bra and panties before going out to meet my friends. Ha! Today not so boring after all! I think I will try it again another time!