I've now officially given up pants...I hope!

Well, with temperatures close to 90 today, I'd say summer is here. I think I finally ditched the leggings (which I totally consider a type of pants, BTW) at least until this fall. From here out it is just skirts and dresses for me (and I guess, shorts and bikini bottoms, though if this summer plays out like last, they'll both get very little wear. Yesterday I wore a long, black convertible dress to work. I wore it as a halter, with nothing underneath. I guess it looked pretty formal because I got asked why I was so dressed up by several of the guys at work. Although I did go out after work, I just wore it to be comfortable. I converted it to strapless before I left work, which I think looks super sexy on me. Today I opted for a just-above-the-knee peach color slipdress. Nothing fancy, buit still sexy enough to turn heads and of course comfortable as hell in this heat.

A couple weeks ago we hired a second woman at my office, a new marketing director (we haven't had one before now). I was a little apprehensive of her starting--I really thought it would change the dynamic in the office. After all, I am the office tease and being the only woman here lets me get away with anything. Another woman would change all of that--or so I thought.

Her name is Roxanne and graduated from the same college I did, though a couple of years behind me. Though she looks a bit familiar, I didn't know her in school. She's originally from down south somewhere, but stayed in this area after school, working as for a larger company. Although business is booming for us, we are in a recession, of course, and that got the best of her old job.

When Roxanne started, she dressed the part of the corporate-America type and my first impression of her was that she was kind of a snobbish suit. It didn't take her long to relax her ways and follow my lead in the fashion department--tshirts, tanks, strappy dresses--she's even going braless. I've been burried in work (I'm still doing double duty as sales director and software developer), so I hadn't had a chance to get to know her until one day earlier in the week.

On that particular day, I was having a really tough time. We had a developer go on diability (nothing serious, just a scheduled surgery--he'll be back in a few weeks) while he was working on a really tight deadline. I took on his project and was having a hell of a time getting it to do what I wanted, and I think my frustration was noticed by everyone. It was that day that Roxanne asked me to join her for lunch saying that I needed to take some time to relax. "There's a beach not too far from here that I like to go to and relax when I'm having a bad day. Let's grab a bite to eat and take it to the beach."

A beach? I had no idea. As much as I pressed, Roxanne wouldn't reveal any of the details. We grabbed sandwiches as a nearby natural foods restaurant and got in the car to head to the mysterious beach. When we got there I recognized the place. It was a piece of private land on the river, owned by some hippy guy that he advertises by a small sign on the side of the road as "legal nude beach, open to public." I had been there a few times on weekends, but the small beach seemed less like a beach and more like an orgy most of the time with many people engaging in sex. At lunch on a weekday, though, Roxanne and I had the place to ourselves and it was quite nice.

Roxanne explained, in a way that seemed to imply that she wanted approval to do it now, that she often lays out in the sun in her underwear at lunch. I said "don't change your ways because of me," and she quickly removed her cutoff jean skirt revealing a skimpy black thong. She left her cami top on, presumably because she was braless that day. I kicked off my flip flops and walked toward the river bank. The sand felt good between my toes. I really wanted to take my skirt off too, but I had no panties on and I was affraid of what Roxanne would think. "If you aren't comfortable, I'll put my skirt back on," she said. "No, no," I replied, "I don't mind. I'd take mine off, but I'm not wearing panties today and I didn't want to upset you." "Upset me?," she said, "actually I kind of lied before--I usually take everything off when I get here and go nude," and with that off came the panties, followed by the top, followed by my top and skirt.

Standing there naked with my new coworker, a feeling came over me that I can best describe as erotic. I've been naked with lots of friends and I've never felt this way. I've never even had this exact feeling when I was with people I've dated in the past. Maybe it was because of the feeling of vulnerability of being naked and alone on the beach. Maybe it was becuase of the fact that I was currently naked and, in less than an hour, would have to present a new project plan to upper management. Maybe it was Roxanne's geogeous beauty or her souther accent--Roxanne is very attractive with curly, light red hair, a rather light complexion, and a southern accent that could make any guy melt.

Though I don't consider myself bisexual, I did have my first sexual experience with another girl in high school. We actually cared on a secret reltionship for close to a year and no one ever found out! (I guess that's a topic for another post.) I've always been too embarrased to ask another woman out, though, so my new found feeling for Roxanne are now safely hidden away in the depths of my mind. She's probably not into chicks anyway.

One thing I did tell Roxanne about was my cabin. I am planning on heading up there for Memorial Day, so I invited her along and she accepted. I was actually planning to leave tonight, but Roxanne has an important meeting with an ad agency at work tomorrow, so we'll leave after that's over. It won't be a typical "naked all the time" weekend becuase I plan to show Roxanne around the area, but I have a feeling that clothing will be kept to a minimum for both of us. I'll blog about what (if anything) happens when I get back.

Starting next week we are starting our work-from-home summer program again. I have other things to tend to next week, so I can't just stay at the cabin after monday, but I am looking forward to another summer of nakedness starting in another week or so. Stay tuned.

Cold Again :(

Unfortunately I had to drive back home on Sunday afternoon to go to work yesterday. It always feels so liberating when I get to go nude outdoors for the first time each year, especially when I get to do it in an environment that allows me to stay that way for 24 hours or more.

Saturday was a beautiful day at the cabin--the weather was sunny and temperatures were in the low 80's most of the day. Sunday wasn't quite as nice--it rained a bit and temperatures stayed in the low 70's--but it wasn't enough for me to put my clothes back on, at least not until it was time to go back out in public again. Luckily I did most of my outdoor chores on Saturday, soaking up the sun, and held off on the indoor spring cleaning for Sunday.

When I heard that the temperature on Monday was going to exceed records, it was time to dig out the sundresses. I opted to wear a maroon halter dress to work yesterday and I was happy I did, since we still don't have the A/C on at work and temps reached 93 yesterday afternoon. Unlike with some of my sundresses, a halter or strapless bra won't show with this one, but that didn't stop me from going braless (or pantiless) anyway.

Anyone who knows me knows that my summer dress code generally consists of nothing more than a sundress and honestly I was kind of hoping that I could put away the rest of my clothes for the next few moths after yesterday. Unfortunately today is rainy and cold again. Today it was back to leggings and a (mostly) butt-covering, long-sleeved shirt today. Of course it all came off as soon as I got home tonight.

One side note from yesterday. I live near a college campus and drive through it to get home from work. Last night I met friends at a restaurant near the campus for dinner. Since I had some time, I decided to walk around the campus for a while before I met my friends. I love people watching, so that's what I did. One thing that I noticed was that several of the women I saw wearing strappy tops and dresses appeared to be braless. Could this be a forthcoming trend for this summer or is it just a reaction to the sudden weather? Whatever it may be, the natural look is definitely better than the visible bra strap look, so lets hope it catches on.

Springtime Naked Goodness

When I woke up this morning the temperature was only 32. That prompted me to wear khakis, a long sleeve heavy cotton fitted blouse, and even a bra and panties to work today. (For those who don't follow this blog, understand that my wardrobe typically consists of simple sundresses when its warm and tunics and leggings when its cold and that I rarely ever wear undergarmets, no matter what time of year.) While it did look good, I'm not really sure what prompted me to do it.

When I went out to lunch the temperature had climbed to an astonishing 84 degrees! Needless to say, for a chick who's used to being half naked all winter long, my choice of heavier than usual clothing made for an uncomfortable afternoon--especially since the AC at work hasn't been turned on yet.

Looking ahead and seeing that the warm weather was her to stay for the weekend, and having no set plans, I decided that today would be a perfect time to head up to my cabin again. While my cabin is a year-round house, I typically don't spend a lot of time there in the winter--no more than a couple of ski trips each year--so going there for the first time in spring is sort of like a rebirth or whatever. As soon as I could break away from work I headed home and quickly changed into a white cami top and a pair of gray Soffe shorts (losing the bra and underwear while I was at it, of course). Then I threw my toothbrush in my purse, slipped on some flip-flops, and hit the road. Unlike usual, I didn't even bring a change of clothes for the drive home, figuring that I wouldn't keep what I was wearing on long enough for it to get dirty anyway.

Looking in the mirror before I left, I was impressed with what I saw. The cami came to about an inch above my belly button, letting my abs show the world that I didn't slack on my workouts over the winter. Unlike many of my cami tops, this one didn't include a shelf bra, so between my natural (but minimal) sagging and pokey nipples, I was announcing for all to see that these girls are not just big, but real, too. The shorts, rolled down to my hips, with their minimal inseam really made my long, lean legs stand out and the light colors of both my top and shorts contrasted nicely with my (fake-and-bake, unfortunately) tan.

I don't know if it was the warm weather, the thoughts of being naked all weekend, or my self-admiration, but as I hit the road I started feeing a little horny. I quickly found that the loose fitting shorts gave me easy access to my "special place," and I began slowly rubbing my clit as I drove. When I reached the highway and turned on cruise control I even wiggled out of my shorts alltogether! I drive an SUV, so I figured that only the truckers would be able to see. (I hope they enjoyed the view.) The thrill of what I was doing increased my level of arousal and I had to work hard to keep myself focused on the road.

When I got off the highway I stopped at the last supermarket before the cabin. I slipped my shorts back on in the truck and headed inside, worried that my juices might soak through the shorts. Luckily they didn't. As I expected, though, I got lots of looks as I gathered the food I'd need for the next couple days in my skimpy but classy outfit.

After checking out and returning to my car, I removed my shorts again for the last leg of my trip (about 45 minutes). Since this section of the trip involves mostly driving on curvy, narrow mountain roads, my pussy didn't see much more action, but my hormones were still going strong. As I left the last town before the cabin, I stopped and removed my top so that I was driving completely naked (I usually get naked at the top of my street, since my cabin and one other are the only things on my road, but today I drove for about three miles in the buff). The wind, from my open windows, blowing across my exposed nipples didn't help calm the fire between my legs and I couldn't help but squeeze and tug at them as I drove.

Upon arriving at the cabin, I found myself to be extremely wet. I started playing with myself again as I entered the kitchen, eventually collapsing to the kitchen floor to have an explosive, squirting orgasm followed by an unexpected nap in the middle of the kitchen. When I awoke, I cooked myself some dinner and sat down on the back deck to watch the sun set while I ate. It was beautiful. Later, a thunderstorm rolled in, so I had to go out in the yard and play naked in the rain--literally one of my favorite things to do. As the storm got closer, I went inside and watched the storm out of the lake from the cabin's large bay window.

There is a lot of work that needs to be done tomorrow. Inside I need to dust and vacuum everything because I haven't been here in a couple of months. Outside there are many leaves and sticks on the ground that need to be cleaned up so that the grass can grow. I'll probably stay through Sunday afternoon, probably making it home just in time for dinner. The weather should be perfect for a short, naked hike (though the lake will be too cold for swimming still) and I can't wait to take an outdoor shower and let the morning sun dry me off tomorrow. That was the highlight of my day when I lived up here last summer.

I've been aimlessly surfing the web for the past few hours, but now I think it is time for bed. Sweet dreams everyone.

Wicked Weasel Idea

I was making a sales call to one of our customers, a university, yesterday and decided to grab a bite to eat at one of their cafeterias for lunch. As I was walking I saw a girl wearing a Wicked Weasel skirt! Now I love my Weasels and I frequently wear their bikinis and accessories to and around the beach every summer and I've gone clubbing in their skirts before, but I'd never have thought to wear them in the mainstream on a cold first day of spring quite like this girl did. Although I like to be original, I think I may have to steal her style.

She was a tiny little thing--probably not even five feet all, but very cute with dark red hair and deep blue eyes. She was wearing a royal blue 505 hot skirt with white opaque tights and black heels. She had a fleece jacket on, so I wasn't immediately sure it was a WW skirt until she bent over to get a tray, revealing the signature tag on the back. As I continued to watch her I was able to see what I think was a white 937 stretch t, but with her jacket on it was hard to tell--it was definitely a WW, though. I was hoping she'd sit down to eat so I could watch her some more, but unfortunately she got her food to go. Nonetheless, she was able to get me a little bit wet which was just what I needed in the middle of what was a very long day of meetings with the school's administrators.

I'm thinking I may try that look tonight, maybe with a red 505, some white capri-length footless tights I have, and maybe a white 933 cami. I don't normally like to wear anything under my WW skirts, but its still cold, so I think this would be a nice exception to my rule. What do you think?