Don't Want to Get Dressed

It is cold and rainy outside today and I really don't want to go to work. I am naked right now and I wish I could just stay this way all day. Unfortunately I have to be in the office today, so that means I have to get dressed. I've opted for a pair of black leggings with a long, white dress shirt. Under the shirt I'm going wear a stretchy cami so that I don't have to wear a bra. I haven't decided what color that will be yet, but I'm kind of thinking baby blue. I will, of course, not have panties on, either.

I'm just glad I work in a casual workplace where I can get away with dressing like this. I don't know what I'd do if i had to get dressed up every day.

Well, I guess I have to get the show on the road and go put some clothes on, as much as it pains me to do so. :(

Another Nice Weekend

While it isn't quite as nice this weekend as last, it is still beautiful out. I had some shopping to do earlier, but now I am home, lying in the sun on my back deck, catching up on email on my laptop. At only around 50 degrees, it is a little cool to be naked, but that hasn't stopped me. The sun feels nice on my body.

Yesterday I did a charity walk with people from work, so I stayed in town this weekend. While the walk was fun, it was rather cold. I had originally planned to wear shorts, but when I got up and found that it was only 34 degrees outside, my plans changed. Instead, I opted for a pair of under capri leggings, a sports bra, a long-sleeve shirt and my work's team t-shirt over that. The walk was a bit chilly, but it was still fun. Afterwards, I came home and, of course, got naked, but spent the rest of the day inside as it was too cold to be naked outside.

I also had plans to go out with some friends last night. We wanted to try a new restaurant that recently opened. In an effort to find something classy, yet unique to wear, I started searching through my closet. I opted for a combination I had never tried together before, but I think it worked and my friends really liked it. I ended up taking a maroon sarong and folding it such that it would be a bit shorter than my normal dress length. I wrapped it around my chest so in a strapless manner and tied it off with a big, fancy knot in the front. I paired this top with a pair of black leggings (full-length this time) and black leather skinny-heel boots. I probably should have tied the sarong a little longer, because it didn't quite cover my butt completely, but by the time I noticed I was in no mood to try and retie the sarong, so I left it that way. I don't generally mind showing a little ass anyway, though--I know the guys enjoy it.

Speaking of showing off, I had to laugh this morning. I started my errands today with a trip to a local coffee shop. I'm usually a plain, black coffee kind of girl, but occasionally I enjoy a latte--and today was one of those days. While I was waiting in line, I couldn't help but stare at the college-aged girl in front of me. She was kind of heavy set and wearing a distressed white t-shirt with a black bra that you could see right through the thin material. The collar of the shirt was ripped off and she was wearing it off one shoulder so that her brastrap was exposed. She was also wearing leggings, but the shirt stopped about an inch below the top of them, showing off most of her butt and, to top it all off, Ugg boots (IMHO, the UGGliest things in the world).

I'm not generally one to judge people, and the only reason I bring this up is because of what I saw when this girl turned around. The neckline of the shirt was, as I said, ripped open, so the shirt showed off quite a bit of her rather ample cleavage (and even some of the front of her push-up bra). What really got me going, though, was teh message on the shirt--made with those fuzzy iron-on letters that were popular in the 80's. It said "What are you looking at, pig?"

I'll be the first to admit that I sometimes (...ok, often...) dress for attention. I know guys go nuts when a chick shows some boob or leg, so me and my large breasts and long legs are happy to oblige. The thing is, I try to at least keep it classy. In fact, at the time I witnessed this fashion train wreak, I was wearing less and showing a bit more than she was: I had on a short black athletic-style shirt and a white camisole tank with no bra.

This girl was cute. Even though she was a little overweight, she could still look amazing if she put a little though into her clothes. Like a shirt you couldn't see through that covered at least some of her butt and some season-approipriate footwear like some flats or even leather boots--I mean it hasn't snowed in two moths! I didn't mind the cleavage, I didn't mind the leggings--but you've got to understand that when you wear things that show off your curves people will look.

I'm starting to get cold, so I think I will get off my soapbox and go inside for a little while now. Oh how I can't wait for summer and the ability to be naked whenever I want to be that way.

Easter at the cabin

I had the day off on Friday, so I decided to sleep in. I woke up at around 9:00 and, finding it kind of warm in my apartment, I checked the thermometer to see the temperature. It was already 75 degrees. I hopped in the shower and by the time I got out the temperature had alrady climbed to 80.

I didn't have any plans for Easter. I'm not really close to most of my family and, while in the past I've spent Easter with my former roommate's family, she was spending it with her fiance this year. Looking at how nice the weekend would be, I decided it would be the perfect oppertunity to go up to the cabin.

I quickly packed a few things and then wrapped a sarong around my naked body and slipped on some flip flops. I didn't pack any additional clothes as I knew I wouldn't need them.

I discovered sarongs at a beachside art festival last summer. I had know about them before, of course, but I just never thought to buy one. A vendor at the fair was selling them and demonstrated how to tie them for me and I had to buy a couple. Sarongs are the perfect nudist-wear. There is something about just wearing a rectangle of fabric that feels so good. Then, with just a quick pull on a knot, your naked. Nudist courtesy dictates that you always have something between you and what you sit on and sarongs come in perfect here as well.

I got on the road shortly before noon. I stopped en route at a grocery store and bought a few items I'd need for the weekend, including a ham steak, some new potatoes, and carrots so I could whip up a quick Easter dinner for myself before returning home.

I got to the cabin late in the afternoon and quickly removed my sarong and threw in on the seat of my car. I then spread on the sunscreen (I haven't been tanning, so I didn't have a base tan built up yet) and set out to do some outdoor chores before it got dark--cleaning up sticks and leaves that fell over the winter and whatnot. When it got too dark to see outside, I moved on to cleaning the inside of the cabin. I wanted to get all of the chores done on Friday so I could relax all day Saturday (and I was successful).

I got up on Saturday morning and took an outdoor shower. Then I put on some more sunscreen, toasted a bagel, and spent the next few hours just laying in the sun reading a book. The temperature was about 75 with a gentle breeze that felt great blowing across my naked body.

After lunch I decided to take my new (Christmas present to myself) kayak out for a spin on the lake. As I think I've mentioned before, the lake on which my cabin sits is mostly wooded with only a couple of other cabins along it. Motorized craft are not allowed on it and, since there is very limited access, very few people use it. During the summer I swim naked in the lake all the time, but there was something about being out of the water, more exposed, that I haven't felt before. I felt a bit nervous, even though I pretty much knew no one would see me, but I felt thrilled at the same time.

On Sunday I threw my ham steak on the grill and cooked up the rest of my food to create a makeshift Easter dinner for one. Then I reluctantly packed up my stuff and got ready to head back home. Not wanting to get dressed too soon, I drove to the end of my cabin's driveway, got out, and stood in the middle of the dead end street before wraping myself back up in the sarong.

This entire week I am in the office--something that hasn't happened in quite a while. That means that I can dress casually for work for a change. Today I opted for a denim miniskirt and a white cami tank. I didn't think much of the few sprinkles of rain that were falling when I left my house, but the rain got progressively heavier as I got closer to work. I didn't have an umbrella in my car so, as you might imagine, I wasn't leaving much to my co-workers imagination when I got in to my office this morning. Oh well!

Naked Dream

I had a dream last night that I was walking around a place I used to work wearing only a shirt. Anyone who reads my blog knows that that isn't much of a stretch, as I frequently wear little more than that to my current place of employment, but the dress code at this other place was much more strict. The shirt I was wearing only came down to my waist, too, meaning that everything "below the belt" was on display for all to see.

The weird thing about this dream was that I interacted with several people with whom I used to work, many of whom were very set-in-their-ways, close-to-retirement, conservative businesspeople, but no one seemed to notice or care that I wasn't wearing pants.

I, on the other hand, was very aware of my lack of clothing, but unlike the naked dreams of my childhood, I wasn't scared or shy about it. I just went about my way, confident and secure, much like I am everyday at work.

Then I woke up to find myself in my bed with nothing on at all. And realizing that it was Saturday, I knew I'd be able to stay that way most of the day.

I do have plans to go out this evening, so I will have to put some clothes on in a little while. It is pretty nice outside, though, so I'm thinking pants my be an option I do without tonight. I'll just wear something a bit longer. Though my ex-coworkers didn't seem offended by my choice of dress in the dream, I'm thinking that the general public probably won't react the same way in real life.

Naked Day

I finally got my work done yesterday. A bit before I was getting ready to leave, a couple girlfriends called me and asked me to go out. We had a nice dinner and some drinks, then I headed home for the night.

I don't know what it was--I guess maybe it was the fact that I was just in a sundress--but I was aching to be naked the whole day. As I said yesterday, my new house is a ways outside of the metro area where I work, so the late night drive home took me down some dark and lonely roads. At some point I decided it would be fun to pull down the straps of my dress, exposing my breasts, so I drove essentially topless most of the way home. On the way I needed to stop for gas, so after stopping, I pulled my dress back up and went out to fill up. After the sun had set it got very cool and since wasn't I wearing my jacket the wind was going right through my dress making my sensitive nipples rather hard and turning me on a bit. That's when I had an idea...

Seeing as I didn't see any other cars on the road while I was at the gas station, and since my SUV was blocking the view of the gas station attendant (this tiny little station doesn't have cameras--at least I don't think they do...), I decided to slip of my dress entirely as I finished pumping the gas. So there I stood, under the lights of gas station, surrounded by the dark, closed business around me, naked as the day I was born. I finished pumping and got my receipt (thank goodness for pay at the pump!) and climbed back in to my car to continue my trip home. I finished in just enough time because, just as I shut my car door another car pulled in to the station. I'm not sure if they saw me, but the thought that they might have got me really turned on.

I drove the rest of the way home, naked and rather wet (the fact that one had was on my clit for most of the drive didn't help that situation). When I got there, I collapsed on the couch and started watching the news. I fell asleep during SNL, waking up and dragging myself to bed at abut 2:30.

Since I had nothing else to do today, and I desperately needed to do some chores around the house, I decided today would be a naked day. I started it off with breakfast outside in the sun. The sun felt great on my naked body, but it was still rather cold, so I ate quickly and went back inside. I then cleaned the bathroom, showered, and started vacuuming and dusting the house. Then I put together a new bookshelf that I bought last week and unpacked a couple boxes of books onto it. Wanting feel the sun on my naked body one more time, I decided to go out and grill a steak and a bunch of veggies for dinner, which I am now eating while I check my mail and blog about my day.

Tomorrow I'm spending the day on site with a local customer, so not only do I have to be dressed, but I have to be dressed up. Why can't it be vacation time? I could definitely go for a few more days of nudity.

Working...or trying to...

I am sitting in my office right now, not wanting to do work. It is bright and sunny outside my window, and though it is a bit cool outside, my mind is wandering toward thoughts of laying naked in the sun. Deadlines suck.

I can't believe it has been almost a year since I last posted to this blog. A lot has happened in that year. My roommate and best friend, who I've lived with since freshman year of college, got engaged last summer and moved in with her fiance. Instead of renewing the lease, I decided it was time to get off my butt and went and bought a house. The company I work for also grew quite a bit when we bought out another small software company and I received a pretty big promotion in the process. It has certainly been a busy several months.

So, like I said, I got a promotion. Instead of doing double duty as a developer and sales chick, I am now the director of professional services. That means that I meet with the customers when they are looking to buy our software and I find out their needs. Then I figure out what we'd have to do to make our products work for them. I now have two developers working for me that just do custom enhancements to the software--which is pretty much what I used to do before we created the professional services team.

The only problem with the new job is the deadlines. We work on customers' schedules. Customers usually want to deploy our products as soon after they sign the contract as possible, so it puts a ton of pressure on my team. My guys are both really hard workers, though, and we always come through, even if it means I work on a weekend now and then.

As for the house, I bought a modest three bedroom a-frame a few towns from work. I now have a 45 minute drive in the morning (as compared to my old 5-10 minute drive), but I'm now out in the country (which is where I like to be). My house is built on the side of a hill, with a wonderful view of a lake and the surrounding hills. It is fairly remote, too, so I can be nude outside and I don't have to worry about offending anyone (though, since I bought the place in August, I only had a couple of moths to enjoy that benefit before it got cold). The house is also on a dead-end street, so there isn't much traffic and it is very quiet.

I decided to wear a sundress for the first time since last summer today. As I said, it is still kind of cool (so I put a fleece jacket over it), but all the sun the past few days has really gotten me into the summer mood. As you know if you follow my blog, I hate underwear, so as you might guess, the dress is the only thing I have on at the moment. I'm feeling rather turned on today, too, so having nothing in between my legs is not a very good idea. There is a certain thrill that comes from doing what I am now starting to do while at work. Though I am behind my desk where no one can see, and I am the only one in the office, anyone could walk in a any time.

Well...maybe if I do this it will clear my mind and I'll get some work done afterward...

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.