Confession.
I love being in just my bra and panties.
I love the freedom of movement. No form-fitting waistband of jeans or work slacks. No limbs tangled in a skirt. No tripping over unhemmed pants. No worries about hiding flaws or emphasizing assets.
I love how I look. My underwear works with my body instead of against it. It's designed to fit closely to the skin, to be unnoticeable underneath clothes. It works with my natural curves. I have a soft, curvy, but very proportional body. When I wear clothes, I have to hide my belly. The wrong outfit gives the illusion of being fat, or worse, pregnant. In just my bra and panties, my curves are all display. My man friend recently told me I have a beautiful, classic figure, and frankly, I have to agree.
For me, it's not about being sexy, although it can be about that too. It's about being comfortable. Most of my underwear is not sexy. It's cute, it's colorful, but overall, it's comfortable. I wear it for me, not for anyone else.
Not wearing clothes is about me too. I'm single—I'm not prancing around for some guy. I just prefer not wearing clothes.
As I write this, I'm curled up in bed (it's way past my bedtime), wearing a light fuchsia bra with black panties adorned with hot pink bows and polka dots. Totally full-coverage bra and panties (my bikini is more revealing). You can't see anything inappropriate. I'm super-comfortable—this is what I'm wearing to bed—but I think I look just the teeniest bit sexy too.
I miss having Underwear Hour with my roommate.