I don’t think I’m that horny or slutty, in fact, wearing a short skirt without panties is not a big deal, because unless I’m climbing a very high flight of stairs, or crouching directly behind me to peek, would anyone really know that I’m not wearing panties? I don’t lift up my skirt on purpose, I just enjoy the sexiness of wearing a short skirt and the comfort and excitement of not wearing panties.
But sometimes people find out that you’re not wearing any underwear.
I’m sure many girls have had the experience of being groped on a bus or the MRT! Last year on New Year’s Eve, my classmates and I took the MRT to the East District to watch the fireworks at the 101 building. We took the MRT from Taipei Station to the Founding Father’s Memorial Hall Station at around 3:00 p.m. There weren’t too many people there, so nothing happened.
We mainly wanted to see the fireworks from the 101 building and didn’t plan on going to the New Year’s Eve concert, so we just went straight to the plaza at the Founding Father’s Memorial and waited.
It was actually quite cold that day, so I dressed warmly for the upper half of my body, but for the lower half I only wore a short skirt, a pink style one-piece skirt with a split that was about 25 centimeters long and only had one button, so if I wasn’t careful, the split would open up very high.
The fireworks at the 101 Building were so beautiful that I was mesmerized until the SONY lights came on at the end and brought me back to reality from my dreamy feeling. But at that time the people also crowded, simply can not move, I grew up so big for the first time to see so many people crowded together.
On the way from the National Father’s Memorial Hall plaza to the MRT station, it was just like people were sticking together, and I could clearly feel several times that there were hands touching my buttocks through my skirt, but no one cared that much about such a mess, right? In such a situation, even if I called out as a pervert, no one could hear me, not to mention that no one would pay attention to me.
After a long time, I finally made it to the MRT train, but of course, it was so crowded that it was hard to even move a finger. Luckily, I’m still 166cm tall, or else I probably wouldn’t have been able to suck in any air.
The car just started not long, I found a hand in my skirt touching, I want to say, so crowded, as let you earn it, so also ignored. The hand suddenly came along the gap in one of my skirts, and at the moment it came in, he was probably shocked! Because what it was touching, was my fur!
After a few seconds’ pause, when he realized what was going on, he became more and more unruly. At first, he played with my hair back and forth. Although my hair is not a very sensitive part of my body, after being played with for one or two MRT stops, I was slowly getting excited.
After that hand had played with the fur enough, it ran along the fur towards between my legs! I’m the kind of girl who produces love juices easily, so by this time my pussy was already getting wet, so wet that it could easily slide down my pussy.
I was so nervous at this point! It’s so humiliating when a girl’s pussy is discovered to be so wet by a guy she doesn’t know at all! Yet the more nervous and tense I became, the more excited I became, and I couldn’t help but let out a mmmm, and then immediately my face turned red!
As the hand gently rubbed me back and forth, I felt my love juices increasing, and my entire inner thighs were already feeling wet. In the crowded MRT train, I had to pretend to be calm while enjoying the stimulation coming from my pussy, this feeling is really special!
” He” probably didn’t want to be caught harassing me either! Because every time the love juice made a popping sound, the hand would change its angle or direction so that it wouldn’t make a sound anymore. A few times, I couldn’t help but scream out and had to hold it back, but the more I held back the stronger my reaction became, and it seemed like I was slowly coming to orgasm ~~~~
While enjoying the pleasure wholeheartedly, suddenly the sound of “Zenith Temple Station” came to my ears, and I suddenly woke up, and shifted my attention from the hand rubbing back and forth on my pussy, because I was about to get off the train. When the door opened, because of my shyness, I took a big step out of the car, and then something embarrassing happened. I jumped so fast that the hand that was between my legs couldn’t react, and actually pulled the corner of my skirt, so the only button of my skirt was twisted off!
I didn’t have time to realize what was going on until I heard buttons bouncing around on the floor, and when I looked down, oh no, my skirt had fallen to my feet in one piece! In those few seconds, my lower half was exposed to everyone with no cover whatsoever! In hindsight, at least fifty people must have seen my fur!
I quickly picked up my skirt and wrapped it around my waist, then turned around and ran outside in a hurry. Luckily, my brother was waiting for me outside the MRT station, or else I was really afraid that I would meet something untoward while walking on the road in the wee hours of the morning!
I ended up having to wrap my hands around the dress in a death grip and managed to make it to the house. Where is the dress now? Hey, of course it’s still there!
It’s already been used as a rag to wipe the table for me though.
Did you guys go to the 101 building to watch the fireworks on last year’s New Year’s Eve? If so, did anyone see this event at the Zenith MRT station around 2:00 on the way back? If so, I was the one who was humiliated! Shy ~~~~
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Never forget the first exposure of my life, which happened when I was twelve years old.
When I was in elementary school, my development was relatively slow. I remember that there was a girl in my class who had a D-cup chest in the fifth grade, and I didn’t have the right to wear sports underwear without steel rings until I was in the sixth grade.
One night because I wanted to buy jeans, mom asked my cousin to take me to the night market to buy, our family is not very good, so I went to the night market when I was a child to buy clothes. At night, the night market is crowded with people, and I rarely go shopping, so of course I was very excited to run around. I found a jeans store and my cousin took me inside. I picked out two or three pairs of jeans and found them very nice, so I begged my cousin to let me buy them. Cousin asked the lady boss, “Can you try them on?”
Boss lady: “But we don’t have a fitting room yeah!”
Cousin: “So how do you know if it fits without trying it on?”
The boss’s wife took one look at me, probably thinking that I hadn’t developed yet, so she said, “It’s a little sister who wants to try it on, it’s okay, I’ll try it on for you!”
At that time, I did not know much about things between men and women, although I felt as if it was a bit humiliating, but I really wanted to buy jeans to wear, so I didn’t think so much about it, plus my cousin thought it was okay that I was still small, so he asked me to try them on to see.
So I took my pants off in the store, and by this time, the bottom half of my body was just in cute white girly panties with lace. That store had a storefront, but there were no walls, so anyone shopping at the night market could see what was going on inside the store.
I started to try on the jeans one by one, and the whole process took about half an hour. At first, I was too nervous to get used to the stares of the people passing by, but later on, it was as if I were a model showing off my figure, and I took off and put on the pants naturally.
The boss’s wife and my cousin didn’t know that a twelve year old girl is enough to exude sex appeal, and I guess he felt bad about it later, but I had fun the whole time and he didn’t say anything. During the half hour that I tried on the jeans, the business of that store could be said to have skyrocketed, but the owner’s wife didn’t make much more money because everyone came in to watch me change my pants, and no one would actually buy the jeans. At that time, I didn’t notice that everyone came to see me change my pants, I just felt so crowded inside the store, but I don’t know if it was a public occasion and a lot of people’s relationship, everyone just wandered around next to me, but no one had any misbehavior towards me.
In the end, I chose three of my favorite jeans, and now that I think about it, I regret that I didn’t ask the boss’s wife for a discount, and the three pieces bought up to almost two thousand dollars, which is my pocket money for a month!
Why do I have such a deep impression of this incident? Because from this incident onwards, I fell in love with the feeling of exposure and enjoyed showing my body to everyone, especially since my development became better and better, and my self-confidence also increased day by day, which made me enjoy the gazes thrown at me even more.
Since I was in the first grade of junior high school, I got into the habit of not wearing underwear. At first, because I was growing up so fast at that time, my old underwear became very tight and uncomfortable, and because my mom worked late every day, I didn’t have to go out and buy a new pair of underwear to wear, so I just stopped wearing it. After a few days, I felt that I was more at ease without wearing any underwear, and so I didn’t wear any more underwear.
However, the biggest problem lies in the physiological period when how to do, my first time to use tampons to make a good pain, make a long time to put the success, and then will be put after the habit of using tampons, honestly using tampons feel really good, neither wet uncomfortable and not afraid of leakage, is really to be a good publicity.