ABOUT KNICKERLESS
PARTIES

One year several years ago (well, it was 2017 actually) I went on a bit of a tour of the country (lasting almost the whole year altogether), spending weeks in a Hotel at one place, before moving on to the next, etc. I must have stayed in over 15 places, for instance Torquay and Bristol in the South West, Bournemouth and Reading in the South, Nottingham in the Midlands, and even York in the North. And I was pleased to discover that the ‘no-pants’ craze was happening just about everywhere, especially in the nightclubs. For some reason the only place it didn’t seem to be happening was Bristol – the girls seemed to still be wearing knickers there.

I even spent a few weeks in Scotland, mainly in Fife. And I was very pleased to see that the girls there were into the ‘no-pants’ craze. Of course, some of the men were wearing kilts, and as we all know about them – the men wearing kilts have been into the ‘no-pants’ craze for centuries (I believe). So it was both the men, and now the women – without any underwear.

One experience I remember, which was a bit comical, was in Paignton. I was in a pub which opened late on Fridays and Saturdays, and it was quite busy. I had noticed there 6 or 7 young women at least who were knickerless – they were just the ones I noticed, there were probably more. And I had seen one of these girls ‘showing everything’ several times. She was a very attractive, tall girl, with very dark hair, and she was wearing a denim skirt. And towards the end of the evening I saw her dancing with some bloke (it wasn’t a nightclub, it was a pub – but there was some dancing).

And I was watching these two dance, and then he grabbed her, and he obviously was going to lift her in the air (probably turning her upside down or something like that). And I saw her remonstrating to him with her arms, and then she urgently said something to him – and then he put her down. And it was clear to me that she must have said to him – “Don’t do that – I’ve got no panties on.” And I must admit I found that very comical.

Sometimes it seems as if most of the national papers are being run by Mary Whitehouse’s granddaughter, or something like that – because they seem to have such ‘Victorian’ or puritanical attitudes. For instance, they were so fed up about the success of ‘Fifty Shades Of Grey’ that virtually all the columnists ‘got together’ (so it seemed) and decided that the best way to attack it was to call it ‘Mummy’s porn’.

And now, regarding this ‘sans culottes’ craze which is running rampant: very little is mentioned about it at all (directly). But presumably thinking that to continually recommend ‘the reverse’ could have some effect, there are quite a few articles recommending ‘big knickers’ – with as much flesh covered up as possible. And it certainly seems to have caught on with Marks and Spencers’ bosses at any rate – when I visited some of their stores recently (during my many trips around my county and beyond), in each of them there were loads of posters advertising ‘big knickers’ in the Ladies department. [BUT (even more recently) M & S seem to have more or less given up on knickers altogether – in their lingerie department there were hardly any – though there were loads of bras.]

Quite recently, I was in Wetherspoons (the town shall remain nameless), and there was a young woman near me who had her skirt literally up round her waist, and she had no panties on. So she was showing everything - depending on what angle you were to her. She was with a group of friends, some men and some women.

As it happened, I was not at the best angle to see all that much really, so I changed chairs to get a better view.

I enjoyed this better view for several minutes, but then a couple of men from the group (one of whom might have been her boyfriend), pulled their chairs up by me (sitting between me and the young woman, spoiling my view in the process), and they proceeded to lecture me – why what I did was wrong.

I said “Yeah, but you can’t blame me for having a bit of a look, can you? – I’m not gay, you know.” One of the men said “Yeah, but you shouldn’t actually change chairs to do so, should you?” And so it went on.

In the towns that I visit (I visit most of the towns in my county – and a bit beyond), on a sunny day in the summer, there are such a lot of ‘sights to behold’, whilst this ‘no-pants’ craze carries on.

For instance, sitting outside a café or coffee shop for the morning or afternoon, when the town centre is busy (like on a Saturday) you can almost guarantee to see at least a dozen bare bums of attractive young women (and sometimes the other side too), who are following the fashion of going pantieless, and perhaps wearing light, summer frocks. Just like when I used to go sailing, it is best if there is a bit of a breeze.

(I have rarely missed a Saturday in the summer months doing this, for the past 8 years – since roughly when the ‘no-pants’ craze started, except when it’s pouring with rain.)

Quite frequently I go to London, by train (buying a ticket that includes the Underground).

Very often, if I am on an Underground train between, say, 6.30pm and 9pm on a Friday or Saturday, I find myself sitting opposite a young woman who is showing her pussy (she is following the current fashion of wearing no panties).

(Probably on the way to a ‘young peoples’ pub’ or even a party maybe, and wearing such a short dress that she leaves nothing to the imagination, even if she tries to keep her legs together.)

I must admit that I enjoy these experiences immensely, and often stay on the train for longer than I had originally intended. (When you buy a ticket to London, including the Underground, you can use the Underground as much as you like, there are no restrictions, so this is possible.)

The most amazing experience I had relating to this was on a ‘normal’ train – not an Underground train. It was on a journey from Reading to Ealing Broadway (about a three quarters of an hour journey). Throughout the whole of it, there was a young woman sitting opposite her mother, and she had quite a short skirt, had no panties on, and was sitting with her legs wide apart. All the time she was talking to her mother, animatedly, about some bland subject (I cannot now remember what the subject was). I was sitting behind the mother, and to the left, and had an excellent view.

I was wondering what her mother thought about it all.

It is true that if I had the choice of sitting near a group of men, or a group of attractive young women (in a pub), I would choose to sit near the women – and ‘see what gives’, and sometimes, quite often actually, something did.

It was frequently the case that just a few, or even maybe only one, out of a group of young women would be knickerless. And often the girls would be joking about this. If I was near enough, I could even hear their banter (about it). And quite frequently one of the girls would playfully lift up the skirt of the knickerless one (as a bit of a joke), so that for a few seconds there was, shall we say, a great view. Of course, I enjoyed this tremendously. It was far better than watching TV (indoors).

When I was young I worked for an engineering company and therefore there were far more men than women working there. We used to have parties to go to about twice a month on a Saturday, but there were always about 5 times as many men as there were women. But in the pubs there were lots of women, and these pubs were busy every night.

These days (in my home town anyway) in the pubs things have deteriorated so much. They are only busy on Friday and Saturday nights now, and then often only after 10. Nearly everyone stays indoors till then. And though, for a couple of hours anyway, they are very busy, they are just like those parties when I worked for the engineering company – about 5 times as many men as there are women. Goodness knows what all the young women do these days.

But my mother, who is in her eighties, has a care worker a couple of times a day, and a lot of them are young women. And they talk to my Mum about their relationships, and – what I was amazed to hear – it seems that nearly all of them meet their boyfriends online these days. So maybe that explains a lot.

One thing has changed for the better, though. These days quite a lot of young women go out on a Friday or Saturday night without any knickers on. You don’t even have to be particularly observant to notice it. 3 or 4 times a night (typically) it will happen - girl in a short skirt will cross or uncross her legs 4 or 5 feet in front of you, and there she all is. She probably knows you have just seen what she’s made of, but doesn’t bat an eyelid.

That never ever happened to me when I was in my twenties.

I was in one of my favourite pubs, and I was near enough to a group of girls to be able to overhear their conversation.

One of the women (must have been mid-twenties, I should think), was recounting getting drunk the previous weekend.

She had been to a nightclub, with at least one of the women in the group, and she was saying how she got ‘absolutely paralytic’. She said that after the nightclub closed, she was outside the nightclub, ‘rolling around on the ground’. She recounted how she had almost got arrested. And then she came out with:

“And I had no knickers on.”

I almost choked on my lager. Suffice to say that I started going to nightclubs (again). Sure enough, I discovered that it had become a ‘fashion’ for young women to go out weekends without any panties on - and it remained so for quite a few years.

An aside. Right from the start of my adulthood, until I was nearly middle-aged, I had been ‘quite religious’, and at the church I went to, the vicar was always going on about ‘fornication’, ‘fornication’, ‘fornication’ – preaching that the Christian way was ‘no sex before marriage’.

And I wasn’t that much of a rebel in those days. I hadn’t totally abstained though – I had ‘strayed’. But I was certainly only in ‘single figures’ – if you see what I mean.

But after I overheard this conversation in the pub, with the young woman saying that she had been knickerless the previous weekend, I started to frequent nightclubs again (very regularly)

That really was a revelation.

I discovered that she very much wasn’t alone in this; and most of the girls really didn’t seem to mind what the men saw.

There were (at a rough guess) about 300 clubbers at the nightclub on a typical Friday or Saturday. Possibly a third of the women were wearing skirts or dresses (very often quite short).

Admittedly I didn’t see much on the dancefloor – when the women were standing up (dancing), their skirts or dresses were long enough to cover their ‘privates’.

But when they were having a break from dancing, and sitting down on the plush seating that was all about, it was a different story. As I said, the women really didn’t seem to care what the men saw. (Which was indeed ‘quite a lot’, to say the least.) And if you saw anything, you far more often saw fanny than knickers!

You really didn’t know where to look!

In fact if you count ‘seeing’ (without necessarily ‘doing anything about it’), it was very much ‘double figures’ every flippin night (every Friday and Saturday – and quite a lot of Thursdays too) for very nearly a decade – in quite a few towns (mainly) in Hampshire.

I really don’t know if young women know what they’re doing. It’s so easy, and so common, to see an ‘ordinary’ young woman’s fanny, it’s really unbelievable. It happened yesterday, for instance. I noticed a young woman in quite a short dress sitting in a café with her legs a bit apart. (She was with her boyfriend actually.) I bought myself a drink and sat at the empty table near them. They sat there for about 20 minutes, drinking their tea, but actually I didn’t quite get to see her fanny – almost, but not quite. But sure enough, as they got up to leave, she opened her legs out and I got to see her fanny – she had no knickers on.

And it really is as easy as that these days. Even though the ‘no-pants’ craze is technically ‘over’ (it’s now 2026), I would say at least half of women who wear a skirt or dress don’t bother with knickers, especially if the weather is quite good. And they nearly all don’t seem to be very careful with their legs, as they get out of their seat if they have been sitting down.

It’s so, so different from when I was a young man. Then, unless you had a girlfriend, you just didn’t get to see fanny at all. (I’m not complaining, mind you – I far prefer it as it is now. I’m just a bit surprised, that’s all.)