Knickerless

Im a twenty three year old British girl living and working in Italy. I have recently embraced the commando lifestyle. As a fluent Italian speaker I was offered this job in their Rimini office. I gradually got to know the other staff, four girls of my age in particular.
A few weeks ago they asked me to go out to dinner with them on a Friday night. The weather was warm, so I wore a low-cut top, no bra, a micro-mini skirt and tiny g-string.
We met at the venue. The others were dressed like me. I could see that none of them were wearing a bra.
On entering, we were shown to our table, one side had a bench seat. As one of the girls was sliding in her tiny skirt rode up and I could see that she had no ** on. I was a bit surprised and asked her where her ** were. She said that she didn't wear them, and neither did the other girls. She asked if I was wearing any, and when I said yes she said that I should take them off, saying that most of the girls here probably had none on.
The other girls joined in and urged me to remove them. After a while I said OK. I would take them off in the toilet. When I came out the others were waiting by the door. One of them held out her hand, saying I should hand them over to prove that I had taken them off. Reluctantly I did so. As soon as she got them she held them aloft and shouted “niente mutandine” (no **).

Continued-Everybody looked up and they all started chanting. I have never felt so embarrassed in my life as all the girls pointed at me. We had to walk past them back to our table. As we did so one of the girls flipped the back of her skirt up, showing her naked rear. Everyone cheered as the second one did it too.
We had a lovely night. I soon forgot I had no ** on and probably showed more than I intended as I got up to go.
When I went to work on Monday they asked me if I had enjoyed the evening and if I was wearing any ** now. When I said “yes” again they told me to remove them as they had none on. I thought “why not” and slipped out of them at my desk.
That was the last time I wore any **. Life is so much more comfortable without them.
Penelope, Rimini, Italy.

WOW
Wish I lived there!

Tom

Saw a girl do that in a London pub. She had no knickers on. Later I got a front view as she was sat on a barstool. Wow.
Jim.

I went to a restaurant recently. As I sat at my table I realised that I could directly see under a nearby table. Sitting in front of me was a girl in a very short skirt. After a while her legs began to drift apart. She had no knickers on and I was getting a superb view of her smooth shaven pus*sy. She made no attempt to close her legs so I was able to view everything for the whole evening. Im pretty sure that she knew what I could see. What better way to spend an evening!
Jerry

No use for **.
I have just recently discovered this site. I'm 24 and haven't worn ** for about four years.
It started one Sunday when I went on a coach trip to the seaside. I was wearing a short skirt and tee shirt (no bra) and tiny thong. As I stepped down from the coach I felt a 'ping'. My thong had broken and was slipping down. Luckily we had stopped next to the public toilets. I just about made it inside before it slid all the way down my legs. In a cubicle I examined the damage. The waistband had snapped where it attaches to the fabric. There was no way that I could mend it. I would just have to see if I could buy another one. Leaving the toilet with no ** on I was very aware of the shortness of my skirt and the way that it ruffled in the breeze.
Being Sunday there were no clothing shops open and I had to go pantyless all day. After a short while I began to enjoy it. It was very ** walking around knowing that I was very vulnerable. One gust and my pus-sy would be on show to all. By the time I had to go home I was loving it and decided to do it again as often as possible.
Gradually I was spending more time pantyless, until about three months later I chose to stop wearing them completely. To avoid being tempted I put all my ** in a bag and put them in the bottom of the wardrobe. I still wore all of my short skirts and dresses and I'm sure quite a few people saw my pantyless state, but this doesn't bother me. I love the comfort. The bag is still in the wardrobe, but I plan to throw them all away soon. I don't need them.
Jilly T

My boyfriend bought me a new skirt from an exotic clothes site. When it came I tried it on. It was so short that it failed to cover my pus-sy when I stood up.
On Sunday he asked me to go for a walk with him in a nearby park. He wanted me to wear my new skirt and a black top that I already had. Although now completely see-through, it would be obvious that I had nothing beneath it. Being a bit of an exhibitionist I agreed.
Looking in the mirror before going out, it was clear that everything would be on display for all to see.
At the park I got out of the car. There was loads of people there. My naked pus-sy was in full view as we walked along. Everybody was looking at it and I was getting loads of wolf-whistles. I was really enjoying the attention and my pus-sy was getting wetter by the minute. By the time we got back to the car it was running down my legs. All this time I could see that my boyfriend had a massive hard-on. This was not wasted, because as soon as we got home he ripped my skirt off and gave me the fuc-king of my life.
We will be doing it again as soon as possible. Can't wait.
Suzi

Yesterday morning I was doing the housework. I was wearing just a tee shirt. Suddenly I heard the doorbell ring, and without thinking I answered the door. It was a delivery driver with a parcel for me. I took it from him and thanked him. As I closed the door it dawned on me I had just done. My tee shirt ended just below my waist. I had allowed the delivery man to see my completely naked pus*sy. I bet it made his day. It made me ** thinking about it.
Emma S

This reminds me of a delivery that I made a while ago. When I rang the doorbell a lady in a short skirt answered it. She took the large parcel from me and turned around to put it down in the hallway. As she bent over, her skirt rose up and I could see that she was wearing nothing underneath. I got a lovely view of her pus-sy peeping out from between her shapely legs. It made my day.
Don, Essex

I made a delivery the other day. When the door opened i saw a lady in a wrap-over dressing gown with a tie around the waist. As she took the parcel from me the tie undid and her gown fell open. She was totally naked underneath. It didn't seem to phase her. She smiled at me and asked if I enjoyed the view. She wasn't in any hurry to pull the gown together. It really made my day.
Hope it happens again
Roger

A year ago I started work as a delivery driver. My day begins early in the morning. Quite often I am knocking on doors before the occupants have got up. You would be surprised at how often the door is opened by a lady still in her night attire, some very revealing.
The other morning a door was opened by a lady in her twenties. She was wearing a very see-through nightdress with nothing underneath. What a wonderful view. She was obviously aware of what I could see, but she made no attempt to cover up as she took the parcel and thanked me. She probably saw the considerable bulge in my trousers. A brilliant way to start the day.
Ted. Oxford.

God Roger...I would of given her a flash of my co-ck if it had been me, perhaps next time mate if you make another delivery to her.
Pete

Love it Emma, I bet I know what he done when he got back to his van ;-)

Mandy Essex

I bet he parked up in a layby and had a good w*nk!

Hi, I'm Pippa. I have recently finished university and now have a nice job in a large company.
Before going to uni I often went commando under my short skirts, but at uni I set myself a challenge. I would not ever wear any knickers, and always wear short skirts and dresses. It wasn't long before everyone seemed to know that I was the girl who didn't wear knickers, and everyone tried to look up my skirt. This didn't really bother me. Many guys saw my smooth shaven pus-sy, some were given a good look.
Upon leaving I quickly got a job. Again I chose not to wear knickers. Within a week someone had noticed it when I sat down rather carelessly. They of course told everyone that the new girl didn't wear knickers. Again they all tried to see up my skirt.
One morning my new boss asked me to go into his office, where he asked me bluntly if it was true that I didn't wear underwear. I was wearing a very short skirt at the time. My answer was to slowly raise my skirt until my pus-sy was uncovered. He gazed at it and beckoned me closer to his desk. Reaching out his hand he gave it a little rub and said how nice it felt.
He asked me if I would like to be his secretary which also meant a pay rise. I agreed that I would. He told me that there was one stipulation. I would always have to wear a short skirt and no knickers. Also no bra.
As I did this anyway, it was no problem for me so I readily agreed.
I have been doing this job for a few weeks now and love it. We have also had ** several times in his office. An added bonus.

I have a senior post in a large company. I also have a secretary like you Pippa.
She never wears knickers under her short skirts.
I love to take her to business meetings. None of the old men there know that my secretary has no knickers on, but I do and it keeps me hard all the time. By the end of the meetings I can't wait to get her on her own and fu-ck the as-s off her.
Richard P

Im a female doctor working in general practice aged thirty eight. For many years I have had girls and young women patients consulting me with various genital problems. Usually I have prescribed a treatment and sent them on their way. However, quite a few have come back with the problem persisting, or a flare-up again.
Six years ago I also developed a problem which didn't seem to clear up with any prescription. I gave this some thought and wondered if something I was doing was contributing to it. I looked at my lifestyle, what I ate, and how I dressed.
Nothing was obvious, but my nether regions were always tightly enclosed with **, hose, etc. Also these were all made of synthetic material. I decided that I would change this. I would wear skirts with nothing underneath for a while and see if it made any difference. The change was remarkable. My problem cleared up quickly and has never returned.
Now I tell all my patients to stop covering their ** and allow the air to circulate naturally. Some girls look agast when I say this, but many try it with remarkable success. Women get rid of those horrible synthetic underwear and let the fresh air in. I know it works.
Dr Rose.

When I was about nineteen I was sitting talking with my mum. I kept moving about uncomfortably. Mum asked me what was wrong and I said that I had a severe itch in a delicate spot that refused to go away. Mum asked me what I was wearing under my skirt. I was bare legged, so it was just my **. Mum wanted to know what they were made of. She thought they may be the problem, and told me to take them off saying that a bit of fresh air might help.
I was embarrassed to do it but mum insisted. I went to the bathroom and removed them. It felt so odd without them. Mum told me not to wear them again for a week and see if it made any difference. During that week I wore quite modest skirts, afraid that anyone might discover my secret. It certainly made a difference. My itch went away.
Slowly I got used to not wearing **. I started to return to shorter skirts and dresses. Most of the time I forgot my pantyless state. My discomfort has never returned since. I totally stopped wearing any **. I also stopped wearing shorts, leggings and pants.
Im now 27 and don't even own any **.
Colleen, Dublin.

Since this Coronavirus lockdown I have been confined to my home. As I didn't expect any visitors I decided that I would stop wearing any underwear under my clothes. The first morning I dressed in a light top and fairly short skirt without any knickers or bra. Doing the housework I realised just how comfortable this was. I felt free. I wondered why I hadn't done it before.
The same thing happened the following day, but just before lunch I was aware of needing a few things from my nearby shop. I was going upstairs to find some underwear to put on, but then I thought why bother, nobody would know.
Walking to the shop felt strange. There were few people about, but I did wonder if they could tell I was commando. Then I thought "what the **".
This is the fifth week of lockdown, and in that time I have stayed completely commando, even when going out. In fact, I don't think that I'm ever going to wear a bra or knickers again. I have become liberated.
Fiona, Leeds.

On the first morning of lockdown I got up, washed and got dressed. As I wasn't going out and nobody could visit I didn't bother with a bra or knickers. My partner had got up before me so didn't know I wasn't wearing any underwear. It was so comfortable. Next day I did the same again, but this time wearing a shorter skirt. During the morning I was sitting on the couch when my six year old daughter came into the room. Without thinking I didn't keep my legs together. My daughter said, "mummy you're not wearing any knickers". I was a bit embarrassed, but said it was ok as I wasn't going out. She asked if she could also take her knickers off. I said that she could. Later my partner came in from the garden. Quick as a flash my daughter said "Mummy and me have got no knickers on today". My partner asked if it was true, and I had to agree. The same happened next day, but I needed to go out for some food. I intended to put some underwear on, but it was a nice morning and I thought that nobody would know. Doing the shopping with nothing under my skirt and top felt a bit strange, but exciting and ** at the same time. I really enjoyed it. Ever since that day I haven't worn a bra or knickers, neither has my daughter. I don't think that I will wear them again, although my daughter will have to when she resumes school. My partner loves my underwearless look.
Louise R.

Awwww, well done to both you and your daughter. Knickerless is always the best way, I wish more girls/ladies would try it.

Neil. Lincs

The first time I ever went commando was after I had spent the night with a new boyfriend. In the morning I had to get home, but he wanted to keep my knickers as a souvenir of our night of **.
I was wearing a short skirt and no tights as I stood waiting for my bus home. I felt very naked, and wondered if those around me knew I had no knickers on. I was very careful as I sat down. My skirt rose high on my thighs so I kept my hands in my lap.
Half way home we passed through my nearest town. I decided to get off and buy a few things before I went home. The first thing I would buy was some knickers, but before I reached the shop something caught my eye in another window. I went inside and made my purchase. Wearing no knickers was beginning to feel quite nice with a draught of fresh air up my skirt.
I never bought any knickers, and by the time I got home I was really enjoying being without. Net morning (Sunday) I dressed again without knickers. It really was nice.
I haven’t worn any since.
Claire K

Six months has passsed since I wrote to you. In that time I still have the same boyfriend. I have not worn any knickers or bra's since then, and I have stopped wearing tights, trousers and shorts. Only short skirts and dresses with nothing underneath.
Claire K

I just recently came across this site and I thought that I would tell you about my first venture into wearing no knickers.
At age nineteen, in the mid sixties I was a university student. I had recently gone out a couple of times with another student, Dave, and rather liked him.
He asked me to go to the cinema with him one evening and said that he would meet me outside my home which was close to his.
That evening I got ready, and being aware that he liked looking at my legs I wore the shortest miniskirt that I possessed.
He walked me to the bus stop and when the bus came he suggested that we went upstairs. As I was in front I knew that he was getting quite an eyeful as he followed me.
There was very few people on the bus, as as we went along he put his hand on my thigh and began to move it slowly upwards until he encountered my knickers. Bending close to me he whispered that I should take them off. I said no, but after asking again I relented and slipped them off.
By now we were at the cinema. We got a back seat and settled down to watch the film. As soon as the lights went down I felt Dave's hand on my thigh again. Soon he was stroking my ever dampening pus-sy. By the time the film was over I was almost to the point of org-asm. He could have almost fuc-ked me in the aisle.
We had to rush for our bus, the last one of the night. Again we went to the top deck and again Dave's hands were everywhere. When we got to my home Dave asked me to meet him again the following evening and I agreed.

Mary, Bristol.

Continued.The next night I again wore my miniskirt, but this time I left my knickers off, hoping that my mother didn't notice anything as I waited for him.
He took me up to the downs a couple of miles from home. It was a warm night and few people were about. Within a few minutes he had undone my top and my ti-ts were out. He managed to unfasten my bra and took it off. Soon he was pulling my skirt up and playing havoc with my wet pus-sy.
Looking around he found a sheltered spot by some trees and pulled me toward it.
He quickly undid his flies exposing his long, hard co-ck. He was soon had it up me giving me a really good fuc-king. We were lucky that nobody came along.
This became our regular venue. He told me that he loved it that I wore no knickers, and often no bra either.
After a short time we married and moved into a little flat. By this time I was only wearing knickers at uni, but he suggested that I ditched them altogether, which I did. I have never gone back to wearing them, and never will although over the years quite a few people have been aware that I''m always commando.
I may be your oldest no knickers contributor.

By the way, we had two daughters. I never made them wear knickers although they were the only ones at school at that time. I received many letters from the teachers, but I didn't change my views and told them I was not going to buy them knickers.
My girls grew up, went to university and eventually got married. They now have kids of their own. Like them, they don't wear underwear and probably never will. I really started something. A dynasty of underwearless individuals. Long may it continue. Knickers are totally unnecessary.
Mary.

Im the mother of a fifteen year old daughter. She's a nice girl who has never given us any trouble. Recently I became suspicious of the fact that her knickers left out for washing looked as though they hadn't been worn. One morning I confronted her about it. She said, "of course they have", but I didn't believe her. I asked her if she was wearing knickers at the moment. She was beginning to look a bit uneasy so I made her lift up her short skirt. As I suspected, she had none on. When I asked why, she said that most of the girls she went to school with had stopped wearing them and if she didn't do the same she would be bullied by them. When I said that she had to wear them she replied that she would only take them off when she left the house. No doubt that would happen. The only thing that I could do was allow her to go commando, but warn her of the possible consequences as it is a mixed ** school.
She said that she was aware of the problem and would be careful. I said OK, but Im not sure that I made the right decision.
Katy, Doncaster.

Not much else to do. My 2 daughters have stopped wearing knickers like a lot of the other girls at school. My eldest says that it is now the norm and the teachers are used to it. I think that wearing knickers might die out. I have tried it and have to confess that I love it.
Julie.

Myxgf liked to go without knickers didnt realise so many others did this

Hi Katy. Yes, you made the right decision, no girl should be forced to wear knickers if she doesn't want to. I often wonder if a girl or woman is knickerless when I see them out and about.
Neil. Lincs

My partner and I run a club in a British city. Over the last two years or so we have
both been aware of the increasing number of young women and girls who have
stopped wearing knickers. Most of these girls seem to wear impossibly short skirts
which means that everyone can see that they have no underwear on.
Our club has a dance floor which is raised about two feet above the surrounding area. This
gives those below an unrestricted view up their skirts, and the men love to take advantage of it.
Our club is on two floors, connected by a spiral staircase. Again another opportunity
for anyone to see their lack of knickers. This doesn’t seem in any way to deter these
girls, they seem to revel in the fact that everyone can see everything. The way things are going I predict that in five years or so, wearing no knickers will be the norm. I’m told that
already quite a number of girls go to school commando.
Lucy.......

Its true about going to school commando. Im fifteen, and have been going to school without knickers for about six months. Quite a few girls in my class do it. I love the freedon it brings and dont want to wear knickers again.
Emma.

Just saw this. Im also a schoolgirl and dont wear knickers. I told my mum about six months ago that I wasnt going to wear them again. She was a bit concerned because our school skirts are a bit short but she couldnt say much because during the summer she often didnt wear any.
Charlotte K

Im fifteen, and I dont wear any knickers to school. A lot of the other girls dont wear them either.
Ellen

Im in my last year at a large comprehensive school in Britain. I stopped wearing knickers about eighteen months ago. In my year I expect nearly half of the girls don't wear them any more, despite the fact that our uniform skirts are quite short. In winter we are forced to wear black tights, but most of us cut the ** seam to let the air in. When the weather gets warmer we are allowed to go bare legged, so nothing under our skirts. The boys love it. ** on show most of the time.
Sammy

I go to a club that also has an upper level. I'm amazed at the number of girls wearing skimpy skirts who don't seem to mind that when they climb the stairs we all can see they are not wearing any knickers.
Iain.

The club I go to has two levels. I go there wearing a short skirt and nothing beneath. I know that everyone can see up my skirt when I go upstairs, but I don't mind. In fact I quite enjoy it. It turns me on.
Jilly

Most of the girls that go to my local club don't wear knickers. Those that do are called prudes and spoilsports by the other girls who encourage them to take them off, usually while the boys are looking. The girls like to compete with each other as to who can wear the shortest skirts and dresses. As you can imagine quite a lot is on display. The boys love it and keep a score of how many naked pus-sys they can spot in a night.
I enjoy the fun and make sure Im wearing nothing under my skirt at all times. I also don't wear a bra under my skimpy top.
Sammy.

I went to a club recently in a city about fifty miles from my home. It was on two levels with an open plan staircase. Sitting at the lower level I had a superb view up the skirts of the girls as they climbed the stairs.
After a while two girls in their early twenties appeared. They were both wearing very short, floaty skirts. They paused at the foot of the stairs and chatted to each other which caused them to giggle.
Then side by side they started to ascend the stairs. As they got higher I was able to see under their skirts. Neither of them were wearing any knickers. I could see everything. It gave me a tremendous hard-on which took some time to subside.
Wonderful!
Mark P. Sheffield.

I don't need knickers.

It was a warm sunny day two years ago. I had just done some shopping and lunch time was approaching. I bought myself some sandwiches and a cold drink and went to the park. There were quite a few people about as I ate my lunch. I was wearing a light, thin summer dress, but I felt quite warm. I was very aware of how hot and sticky my knickers felt. In fact, they were getting quite uncomfortable. I thought how nice it would be to take them off and allow a bit of fresh air on my nether regions.
Looking around I saw that nobody seemed to be looking at me, so I slipped my hand under my dress and started to pull them down. They were just above the hem of my skirt when a couple of people passed by. I had to close my legs and wait until they went before I could slip them off and put them in my bag.
Opening my legs a little bit, I felt the cool air on my pus-sy lips. It was fantastic, and made me wonder why I had always kept them covered.
I decided that for the rest of the day I would remain knickerless. It was wonderful strolling around the town with nothing under my skirt.
In fact, since that day I have stopped wearing knickers and don't want to ever wear them again. I just don't need them.
Lisa P

I collected my girlfriend the other night to take her out for a meal. When I got there she was ready to go out. She was wearing a rather low cut top and a ridiculously short skirt. She looked really hot.
In the car she kept her handbag in her lap, but as we were going into the restaurant she said, "I'm not wearing any knickers tonight". I could see that she had no tights on, which meant that her pus-sy was completely uncovered.
As you can guess I immediately got a hard-on just thinking about it.
During the meal she kept making suggestive comments and said that she was really dying for a good hard sha-g.
I couldn't wait to get her home. We had hot steamy s-ex all night.
Three times now we have been out with her not wearing knickers. Each time ends the same way. I love it. She said that on Saturday she's wearing an even shorter skirt when we go to the club, again without knickers.
James S

Hi, I'm one of the weathergirls on a well known TV station in England. I have a ** secret to tell you that so far no one has found out about.
As a weathergirl we are allowed to wear our own clothes, so unlike the other presenters we do not have to go to the wardrobe department and wear what they have selected for us. We just go into make-up.
I have done this job for quite some time now. My secret is that I never wear knickers, and if I need to wear tights, they are of the crotchless type, so my pus*sy is always uncovered. Even the girls who attach our microphones are not aware of it, as they tend to fix the power pack to our bra straps at the back.
One of the girls who sometimes reads the news asked me one day if I had knickers on as she said that she never saw a VPL on me. I lied to her, but I think that she guessed the truth. She will never tell anyone because she knows that I'm aware that she had a one night stand with a famous person that her husband knows nothing about, so I think that my secret's safe for the moment
L*****

I think that I know who you are. I also work for a TV station as a technician. Once I got a quick look up your skirt, and I'm sure that you were not wearing any knickers.
Paul

I think that I can guess who you are. I often watch you on the TV and I've never seen any hint of a panty line.
Gerry

Bet I know who you are. Love to check if Im right.
Tom

Keep guessing!
L******

Wow, thanks for sharing such a great secret with us. Keep the p*ssy free is what I say!

Neil. Lincs

I have a pair of tight black stretch pants. They have a zip front that gapes open when it's undone, showing what's beneath.
I love to wear them with nothing underneath. I like to walk around with the zip open, pretending that I'm unaware of it, and see how long it is before someone tells me of the situation. It is very obvious that I have no knickers on. Wearing dark tinted glasses I observe people doing a double take when they are aware that they can see my pus-sy. Quite often I can go all day and nobody says anything. It's a brilliant turn on, nearly as good as **.
Rachel H.

I like doing this while wearing a button-through skirt. I will 'accidentally' let a few buttons open to see if anyone notices. Like you I don't wear anything underneath.
Ellie

I might be one of your oldest contributors to have gone commando on a permanent basis.
I'm fifty nine years old, and for the last forty years I hav'nt worn any knickers.
At the age of nineteen I gave them up completely, but for three years before that I often left them off. It was so much more comfortable.
At that time several of my friends knew that often I wore nothing under my skirt, some also gave it a try out of curiosity, but none of them went fully commando except me.
Now forty years later I'm glad I made that decision. I will be commando till the day I die.
Jean C

I'm a bit younger than you, but I have been completely commando for over thirty years. When I was about twenty my then boyfriend kept asking me to leave my ** off under my quite short mini-skirts. I was reluctant at first, but soon got to enjoy it. The thrill of someone getting a peep up my skirt was quite exciting. I'm sure quite a few people did. Soon I was going commando all the time, even at work. Eventually all my ** got thrown out. As I said, that was many years ago. I have never worn them since.
Maggie.