That is awesome! I undressed for a while at work but got a little freaked out so I stopped. I kept thinking of what my mom used to tell me--wear clean underwear in case you are hit by a car and taken to the hospital. I can see myself having a heart attack at work (which would be bad enough) and my co-workers standing around as the paramedics strip my shirt off to apply the defib paddles, and my control top pantyhose are revealed to all! Survive the heart attack but then die of embarrassment!
Now I underdress when my wife and I go out, and it is especially erotic for me to wear the same brand and shade of hose as she has on at that moment. For some reason I find that very stimulating.
Good to know I can get through airport security, though, thank you!
