Walking in the shopping center, I wore a black silk miniskirt, lace T-back sickle, creamy white silk jacket under the wisp of scraps of straw, only a very thin lace bra and panties matching. Nervousness from time to time makes my whole body Yang itchy goosebumps.
My husband and I made a bet over a boring basketball game. The loser had to do whatever the winner wanted for a day. I was sure I’d win, but now I’m standing in a shopping center like a whore. If I knew what he wanted me to do and made me do everything I could to support Horloge I would never have made the bet even if I was sure I could win. I felt like a slutty, bombastic, chattering woman, and I did look like one now, but, on the other hand, part of me seemed to like it. All the men staring at me were making me feel wetter and wetter between my legs, stimulating me to expose more and more.
At the beginning of the day, I was nervous as hell. I crossed my arms over my chest, afraid that someone would see my hard nipples peeking out of my sheer clothing, but then realized that it would just draw more attention to me. I forced myself to act naturally. Immediately, I realized that I liked the stares that were trying to undress me. I even found myself wanting to stare at the men who peeked at me, to see exactly what kind of expression they had on their faces as their eyes rolled over me. Earlier in the day, I’d caught a teenage boy staring at me, but I’d ghosted my arms up high, letting my entire breasts push up against the thin material of my shirt, enjoying the look on the young boy’s closed eyes.
Made a pact with my boss to meet at Aurora U and then he’ll give me some new instructions. I really don’t know what else he wants. Thought three men were following me. When I stopped to pretend to roam the windows, they stopped too. When I renewed, they immediately followed me as well. I have to admit that even though I was nervous as hell, it made me feel excited. Oh, I’m sorry, I accidentally dropped my wallet on the floor. As I bent down to pick up my wallet, the skirt of my short dress lifted up, exposing my almost naked ass to the eyes of the three men and everyone else who looked in my direction.
My excitement grew at the thought of more skin being exposed to the eyes of others. I had never been so turned on!!! I never thought that such a lewd display would make me feel so sexy, so confident, and with a shock in my heart that I had never felt before. I could no longer figure out if I was sweating now because I was nervous or because of the strange excitement. Sneaking a glance at my followers, I realized that they had all stopped.
If I wasn’t so excited, I would have laughed out loud. Their mouths were wide open in one of those exaggerated expressions you only see in movies. I smiled at them, picked up my purse, and wiggled my ass as I continued on my way. I noticed they were getting closer and not hiding themselves too well.
I then blocked off to the location I had agreed to meet with my husband. Standing on the elevator, I knew that my followers could easily see my panties under my skirt. As they could probably see my soaked panties, I felt a growing itch in my lower body. I wanted to reach into my panties right away and stick my fingers in my pussy, but I actually controlled myself. I was on the verge of an orgasm, and I was a little unsteady on my feet.
My husband, Cheong, was sitting at a table near McDonald’s. He saw me, smiled, and left his spot. I took a few quick steps to his seat and saw that he had left an envelope on the table.
The envelope said, “Open in the restroom.” I knew he was watching me and I remembered our agreement. If I didn’t listen to his instructions, no matter how boring they were, we were going to repeat today’s events next week. I grabbed the envelope and headed for the restroom. As I stood up, the three guys following me walked past me.
One of them seemed to say something to me, but I didn’t hear him. The restroom was empty, but there was a couch for people to rest on. I sat down on the couch and opened the envelope. I almost gasped as I just realized what my husband wanted from me for the rest of the day. I had to take off my bra and panties, put them in my purse, and walk to a chair in front of a lingerie-buying store on the other side of the shopping center. I sat there and decided to let our agreement roll aside. Standing up, instead of leaving, I walked into an empty compartment and closed the door. I quickly removed my tunic and bra. Once I was back in my tunic, I realized that my hard nipples were really pushing up against the sheer silk tunic.
Taking off my panties, I realized that they were already wet and warm. I put my bra and panties in my purse, but I was so excited that I had to taste them first. I sat down, pulled up my skirt and pulled my eyes up, then began to touch myself. The feeling of rubbing my clit was amazing. I fantasized about performing in front of a crowd of people who were cheering me on.
I was shocked. I was powerless against this desire. , oh God! I wasn’t expecting an orgasm, but, oh God! My orgasm came and I heard myself moan. I tried not to make a sound, but I’m sure I wasn’t in complete control of myself. It took the end of my orgasm for me to wake up a bit and to realize how much exposing myself to strangers turned me on.
Straightening my shirt, I walked over to the mirror and saw how I looked to others. As I walked back and forth, my breasts bounced up and down, my nipples brushing against the tunic and staying hard. The bottom weave n the skirt was a little below my ass. The slightest breeze blowing through would show all the people how little I was wearing. Since no one was in the restroom, I bent over to see for myself first what everyone else could see when I did.
The skirt was so short that when I bent over, my whole ass was exposed. I thought I’d better be careful lest the police arrest me for public exposure. As I lowered my skirt, I suddenly heard some noises coming from another cubicle. My heart skipped a beat because it sounded like she was masturbating! Curiosity got the better of me and I stepped closer and asked, “Are you okay?”
She said no problem, but it was accompanied by a moan. I fought down the desire to push the door open and take a look, but my curiosity was so great that I decided to wait and see this woman, and to touch up my makeup while I was at it. It wasn’t long before she came out. I found her covered in han, but with a contented look on her face. She looked to be about my age, around thirty, with shiny black hair.
I stared at her and she smiled in return. She explained succinctly as she followed me ．．．．．． I didn’t understand her last sentence so I asked her to repeat it. I really couldn’t believe it! She told me she followed me because she wanted to have sex with me! She had this idea when I was just picking my purse and then she kept following me. I only noticed the men and ignored her. I didn’t know what to say, so I just stood there in front of her with my mouth open. She went on to say that she was bisexual and often came to the mall looking for bored housewives. She followed me into the restroom and then heard me masturbating and she couldn’t help but touch herself. But when I looked in the mirror, she couldn’t help herself.
I sometimes imagined what it would be like to be with another woman, but never had that opportunity. Now this opportunity was at hand and I didn’t know how to cope with it. She explained to me that many women come to shopping centers looking for lovers. She could tell if a woman wanted another woman, even when the woman herself didn’t know what she wanted.
She said that although I wasn’t sure myself yet, she understood perfectly well that I would enjoy myself very much with her. I retorted defiantly, but she had already stopped me with an irresistible, passionate kiss, and I couldn’t help but cooperate. Seeing my nervousness and temptation, she pulled out a business card, wrote something on it and handed it to me, telling me to call her sometime.
I watched her leave, then looked at the business card she’d left behind with her mobile, work and home phone numbers.
I have to go. Cheong must be waiting for me. After I left the restroom, I looked around and realized that the people who followed me just now were gone. Suddenly I felt a little puzzled, a little lost. I was basically standing naked in the middle of the shopping center, and although I felt hot all over, the desire that had been aroused just now was suddenly gone, replaced by embarrassment and shame. I had to leave quickly. I don’t want to be arrested for being mistaken for trying to pimp. Nearing the place where Achan had gotten better, I noticed that the men who had followed me had reappeared.
I felt confident again and relatively relieved. They were strangers, but after all, they were strangers who had met. With my nerve back, I stopped at a fountain. I opened my wallet, pulled out some coins, and threw one into the fountain. I couldn’t see them at this point, but I could feel someone approaching me. Part of my body wanted to leave immediately, but my brain told me to stay.
Just as I turned around, I saw one of the guys standing right next to me, grinning sexily at me. Looking this close, I could see that he was very strong and handsome, and his crotch was really protruding. I smiled back at him. With this smile, he leaned in closer. I wanted to leave immediately, but I couldn’t move.
Not out of fear, but because of something else. I need to know exactly what’s going to happen down there. Without saying anything, he took my hand and placed it on his bulge. I can’t believe I actually did that, but I did squeeze his cock a little, just to tease him. My whole body was on fire with desire again and the only thought I had was to get his meat stick inside me.
But I let go of him, and also felt as if a spell of some sort had been lifted. I smiled at him again, but twisted my head away. He snapped, “Of course you can leave anytime you want, but please at least let me get a good look at you.” Turning toward him, I felt a little embarrassed and sexy. His eyes scanned up and down my entire body as if he was undressing me with his gaze. His gaze stopped on my chest for a moment, then told turned and bent over. I looked at him in surprise, “What do you think I am? At your disposal?” “No, of course not. But you certainly know what you want for yourself, don’t you. So it’s up to you.” Surprisingly, I didn’t really want to be arguing and did as he said.
I bent over and felt the breeze caress my wet, naked pussy. “Now spread your legs and let me get a good look at you.” Without hesitation or looking around to see if anyone else was watching, I did as he ordered and spread my legs. All I felt was that his gaze had morphed into a stick of flesh thrusting into my pussy. Now rub your pussy with your fingers.” Immediately my hand moved to the center of my legs and I finger fucked myself while a stranger watched. I couldn’t help but moan as I realized I was masturbating in public and felt another orgasm coming on.