Again I wore knickers for the drive and again I slipped
them off when I arrived at the car park. We’d arranged to meet in Costa at the
top end of Market Street near Piccadilly and the walk from the car park near
the MEN was glorious. My boobs feeling fabulous and my nipples showing through
strongly I was even quite relaxed with the hemline working its way up my bare thigh
and played a game with myself to see how long I could resist checking it as I
walked. It seems to reach a certain high and then stays there and goes no
higher. So by the time I’d got to Marks and Spencer I no longer felt the need
to check at all.
As with my other friend last week, I was greeted with a look of surprise when she saw me in the dress. In fact she whispered to me “What on earth are you wearing under that dress” I didn’t have time to say anything before she said “Just typical, only you could get away with that”. We had a coffee and then went over to Debenhams to look at the clothes.
I didn’t think it was right for me to try any clothes on because I’d have had to get completely naked and I wasn’t sure what the shop would thing about the hygiene situation with my lack of underwear but I at least thought I’d try some shoes on which would possible give an opportunity for some serious exposure. I don’t think I managed it in Debenhams as there was no one in the right position to see me. However, this situation was corrected in the new Doc Marten shop where I successfully gave a bloke a perfect view between my legs as I tried a pair of chunky red shoes on.
I know 100% that he saw me because, not only was he in
exactly the right place, the shop was very light and bright and I opened my
legs a little further than I actually intended his face said everything. The
thrill I felt was fantastic and although I tried it again a little later in
Cafe Nero near next I didn’t get the same result.
For the drive back home I didn’t bother putting my
knickers back on and resigned myself to the fact that I’d just have to put the
dress in wash.
You're on a role.
ReplyDeleteI think you missed a trick though not trying on clothes. First off just think you'd have to have been naked in the store before you could have tried anything on. - Very naughty only a thin curtain to protect your modesty (assuming it was drawn all the way across)
Next time you should take the plunge and try on clothes that will expose you further. so sheer blouses, skirts with large splits or shorter than your stocking tops.
Take the opportunity to walk around with the new clothes on and flash all the blokes who are waiting for their wifes and girlfriends