Casey Without Clothes

Kara and I were doing pretty well after our group camping trip. She still made me work a little harder than I was used to for sex, but when she was in the mood it was amazing. Fortunately, being a show off continued to work pretty well in that regard. Teasing her with my body, especially in risky or public locations, really got her going.

She'd started her own coffee shop before we actually got together. I enjoyed visiting her there when I wasn't working. She tended to put in way more hours a week than I did, so it was an excuse to spend more time together. She also had some pretty slow hours at times, which meant good opportunities for me. Wednesday mornings in particular were often dead, and coincided nicely with my free time.

"I don't know what it is about Wednesdays," Kara complained one morning. "Might as well probably just close for a few hours, really."

"But I like hanging out with you, babe," I said winsomely, perched on her counter while we chatted.

"We could hang out doing something actually fun," she said. "Catch a movie, go out for brunch, go shopping..."

"Sure, sure," I said. "But I wouldn't be able to do this."

So saying, I pulled my top up over my tits and let it stay there, fully flashing Kara.

Her eyes flicked toward the door, even though there was a little bell that would have let us know if anyone had come in. I loved that she still got more nervous than me sometimes about my nudity. Then again, it was her shop, not mine. I supposed propriety might be more of a concern for her in that sense.

"You simply cannot keep your clothes on, can you?" she teased.

I shrugged. "You have that effect on me."

"Uh huh," she said, flicking my nipple. "This is my fault somehow."

"Exactly! I'm glad you understand."

Kara rolled her eyes. "Do you ever even wear a bra anymore?"

I grinned impishly. "Just gets in the way when you're around."

"Uh huh." A mischievous grin appeared on her lips. "Well... if you're in that kind of mood anyway..."

I felt happy tingles inside as I recognized that we were about to get up to something naughty. "Yes?"

Kara nodded toward the door. "I forgot to put out the sidewalk sign this morning. Dare you to do it."

I frowned. "That's it?"

"With your shirt still pulled up, obviously," she said.

"Ah. I see." I hopped off the counter. "Easy peasy."

"Oh?" she said. "Well then, shirt off entirely."

I laughed and tossed my top at her. I found her outdoor sign and pattered over to the door. I wasn't brave enough to pop out without checking out the surroundings. Waiting for a couple walking a dog to pass, I skittered out, set up the sign, then darted back in within the span of a few seconds.

It was enough time for me to register that a couple passing cars or some guys on the other side of the street may have seen, but quick enough that I didn't get any obvious reactions. No one chased me down either, which I took as me getting away with it.

"Ha, easy," I said, strolling back to Kara.

"I don't know, Case," she said. "You did that pretty fast. I think you might have been shy."

"Nuh uh, none of that," I said. "I did the dare. Pay up."

"Dares don't have rewards," she told me. "That's not how--"

I ignored her and stole a kiss, one of my favoured rewards for such things. Granted, I kind of had to give myself my rewards a lot of the time, but Kara typically played along.

She didn't give my shirt back right away, and I didn't ask for it. Without discussing it, we kind of mutually accepted a morning of seeing what we could get away with. I stayed topless and hung out with Kara, occasionally wandering the store where anyone passing could see me through the large glass side of the shop.

She dared me to do some tasks about the place, wiping tables or cleaning the windows. I didn't care for the part where I was simply being tricked into doing chores, but I did rather enjoy the danger of it. Especially at the window where my tits were pretty much on display to anyone passing. It was both a thrill and annoyance how many people didn't even glance my way, and I started pressing my boobs right up against the glass at times when pedestrians went by without so much as turning theirs heads. Their loss.

Kara just watched me with amusement, occasionally doing some small chores of her own. I knew she was having fun with me being a show off. She always did.

I was, however, caught unawares by the bell tinkling as the door opened. I pulled back from the window, flushing at someone other than Kara seeing me being a perversely sexual little thing. I had an internal fight about whether I should immediately cover my breasts with my arms or not. The deciding factor was that the person wandering into the shop was a pretty cute girl. My one weakness, as it happened.

"Welcome," Kara said, fighting back obvious amusement at my reaction. "Can I get you anything?"

The girl flicked her eyes away from my chest for a moment. "Is this a coffee shop?"

Kara sighed. "Alright, apparently our branding needs work. But yes, it is."

"Your branding's fine," the girl said, slowly moving toward the counter while keeping half an eye on me. "It says 'coffee' in big letters on the window. Just... every time I walk by it feels like someone has their tits out in here."

I blushed furiously. "I'm not even here that often," I complained. "And I do not always have my tits out."

"You pretty often do," Kara said.

I folded my arms across my chest, way too late to do any good. "Whose fault is that? You're always daring me."

"Yeah, babe, but you always accept." Kara turned her customer service smile back on to the girl. "What can I get you."

The girl bemusedly gave her order and sat at the nearest table to the front counter. She and Kara chatted away, both of them being very obvious about mostly paying attention to me the whole time while Kara prepared the coffee.

"I'm Kara," Kara said. "The girl with the nice rack is Casey."

"Maya," the girl introduced herself. "I've, uh, been curious. I walk by here fairly often. Never come in before."

"Wednesday mornings are slow for some reason," Kara shrugged. "We... sometimes entertain ourselves."

Kara and Maya shared sly grins. I was still a little embarrassed, but also happy about being told I had a nice rack. I knew it already, sure, but it meant more coming from my girlfriend.

Maya looked thoughtful as she sipped her coffee. "I do tend to have free time Wednesday mornings," she said. "And I do need coffee..."

I felt a little thrill at the implication that she wanted to come back again just to see me again.

"Case usually finds ways to take her clothes off," Kara said. "You're welcome to come and enjoy it with me."

"Again," I protested, "not my fault."

Maya giggled and got to her feet. "You two are fun. I'm glad I finally stopped in. Wondering what was going on in here was driving me crazy."

She left, and Kara let me put my shirt back on. She felt up my tits a little first, but only a little.

"She was cute," Kara said.

"Very," I agreed.

"You're not supposed to agree with that," she said. "You're supposed to tell me I'm cuter, or something."

"You're hotter by far," I added smoothly. "But you can't ask me to pretend she wasn't stupidly cute."

Kara rolled her eyes but laughed. "You want her to come back, don't you?"

"Kinda, yeah. Don't you?"

"Well... she did buy a coffee. That already makes her my best customer of the morning."

I just smiled and let her pretend like that was all it was.

****

Maya returned every Wednesday like clockwork. She was a university student, and even though she never actually said so out loud, I was increasingly certain she was either new to liking girls, or hadn't even quite worked it out yet.

"My friends all think I'm seeing someone secretly," she told us one morning. "I get to classes on Wednesdays so much more chipper than usual. I haven't told them I'm essentially going to a titty bar first thing in the morning."

Kara laughed and I pretended to be flustered by the implication. The truth was I was getting very comfortable with Maya's presence. Especially when I'd noticed the uptick in attention I got from Kara on those days.

We'd started calling those mornings Topless Wednesdays, for the obvious reason that I pretty much was always topless. Maya appreciated it, bought her regular order of coffee, and usually hung out for a while chatting with us. She'd gotten bold enough--and though they both refused to admit it, I was dead certain Kara had encouraged her--that she often sneaked a feel of my tits on the way by. Sometimes more than once a morning.

I'd noted that Kara messed around with me more after Maya had left some days, or sometimes she waited until we were home in the evening, but it pretty consistently worked out for me either way.

Maya wasn't even our only customer necessarily. We got occasional people in just wanting a coffee--who provided a variety of reactions to finding me topless, usually but not always pleasant ones--and I did attract some business on the merit of being half-naked. Much like with Maya, the presence of a topless woman in the shop was enough to garner some curiousity from time to time.

Wednesdays remained slow mornings in spite of all that, but it did mean privacy was lacking and I was certain to be surprised a few times on any given shift by someone new checking me out. I kind of loved it, though I had to wrestle with the embarrassment as well. Even I couldn't just shrug off randomly and repeatedly getting caught with my tits out, despite it being entirely the plan.

"So can I ask," Maya said, sipping coffee one morning, "you like girls, right?"

I cocked my head. "Yeah," I said. "Thought that was obvious."

"It is," she said. "Just checking. You, uh, seem to like when girls come in way more than boys."

"She likes to show off for them," Kara teased. "Even though she's already got a perfect girlfriend."

"As though you aren't trying to show me off just as hard," I said, then shrugged. "But yeah, it's way more fun having girls look. And... definitely only girls get to touch."

Maya glanced at Kara. I wasn't sure why, they already definitely had some arrangement to let Maya cop feels of me every now and then, even if they protested otherwise.

"And that works for you two?" Maya asked. "I only ask because... I'm still figuring some things out. With myself, I mean."

She blushed furiously, only making her even cuter than usual.

"That's ok," I said. "Kara's straight, so she's just as confused as you."

"I don't think that's true," Maya giggled.

"It's not," Kara sighed. "Case just likes to pretend she's got the magic touch."

"I kinda do," I said. "You never liked girls before me."

"It's more complicated than that and you know it," she said. "Go wash the windows or something, would you?"

"Wash the windows again?" I asked in dismay. "I don't even work here!"

"It'll attract customers," Kara said vaguely.

"Well of course it will," I said. "That's not the point."

Still, I had my girlfriend and our new cutie firmly watching me, so I did as bidden anyway. I spent way more effort on making my boobs jiggle nicely than on actually cleaning anything, and I did rather delight in catching my small audience staring helplessly at me in the process.

A couple walked in, somehow catching me off-guard despite the fact that I'd literally been bouncing my tits around for the whole street to see. Both the man and woman--holding hands no less--appeared amused and interested at Topless Wednesday. Kara and Maya had just as much fun explaining it to them, though of course they did it in a way that made me seem like a shameless exhibitionist who had tricked them into staring at my boobies.

It was briefly kind of a busy morning for the shop as we had a few more customers come in, some of them even sitting for a while before leaving again. Kara was busy actually working, but Maya just kind of perched and sat, enjoying everything, my continued partial nudity in particular.

I could have put my shirt back on, I supposed. It just didn't seem right after we'd lured customers in on the promise of boobs with their coffee.

I puttered about, trying to act like I had some purpose in the shop other than eye candy. It didn't work all that well. I mostly was just there for people to look at. Though I did get a surprise when a pair of business women each paused to give my tits a bit of a feel on the way out. I stood shocked for a moment, then glared at Kara and Maya who were failing to keep straight faces.

"That's how it's gonna be, is it?" I asked when the small crowd had disappeared again.

"No idea what you mean, babe," Kara said. "I can't help what customers do."

Maya just sat there with cat-like smug satisfaction and cheekily pinched one of my nipples while I was trying to intimidate my girlfriend.

"See you next week," Maya said, laughing at my reaction as she sauntered away.

"You two are going to be dangerous together," I said. "I can sense it."

"But she's so cuuute," Kara said in a mocking tone. "And you looove me," she added, batting her eyes.

"Very true," I said. "That's part of the danger for me."

"Pff, you love it," she said.

"Didn't say I didn't," I said, sharing a sly smile with her. I looked around to make sure that we were indeed alone in the shop again, then stripped my bottoms off and pattered around behind the counter. "Look what you did to me," I said, hopping up on the bar and showing off my wet pussy.

"Dammit, Case," Kara groaned. "This is horny, even for you."

I played with my pussy and spread my labia. "I just finished explaining how you were dangerous for me, didn't I?"

"Yeah," she sighed while staring at my cooch. "Likewise, I think."

I grinned and kept my legs splayed. It took Kara longer than me to get comfortable enough to really go for it, but I was patient and eventually got her down between my thighs licking my pussy.

After plenty of people staring at my boobs already, and being incredibly vulnerable and visible still, I was insanely hot and aroused. Getting Kara to lick me out semi-publicly was such a nice bonus. I absolutely would have just masturbated for her if I didn't think I had a shot with her tongue, but she liked showing me off almost as much as I enjoyed showing off, so we had a good thing going.

I yelped as the bell on the front door chimed, shoving Kara out of the way so I could cower behind the counter. It was unfair, as I was only just settling into being eaten out. I wouldn't have taken long, really, and it wasn't nice to be interrupted just as it was getting good.

I had to listen to Kara laugh with her customers about my sudden scramble for cover, freely admitting that she and I had been up to no good while the shop was empty. My cheeks burned fiercely, and I half-wondered if I would have been better off staying right where I was. The fact that I'd hidden might have been more embarrassing than owning my compromising position. Especially given that the couple Kara was bantering with seemed to be amused at what they'd walked in on more than anything.

Either way, I stayed right where I was as another little trickle of customers came through, making hiding the better choice for sure now, as the alternative was to suddenly pop up naked from behind the counter. I stayed curled up where I was instead, gradually giving in and playing with myself while I hid nude, and eventually getting so bold as to play with Kara a little while she was trying to work.

Kara softly kicked me a few times while my fingers tried to creep under her barista apron. It deterred me for a bit, but not forever. She definitely served at least a couple people while I had a pair of fingers in her panties.

"You're such a little shit," she hissed at me once the coast was clear again.

I just beamed winsomely up at her. "How do you mean?"

"I'm trying to work here!"

"I know."

"And you're down there trying to finger me," Kara growled.

"Yeah. I'm horny," I explained unnecessarily.

"So play with yourself then," Kara said.

"I am!"

"Up here," she instructed. "Where I can see you."

I whimpered and clambered back up on the bar, fully rubbing my snatch now. We were alone again, but that wouldn't necessarily last for long.

Kara, seemingly indifferent, wandered about cleaning tables and scooting chairs back into place. She'd glance over at me and smile on a regular basis, but didn't give me any help getting off other than that. I was facing the front of the coffee shop while playing with myself, fully visible to anyone who walked in.

"You still owe me a cum," I said.

"Oh do I?" she asked.

"Yeah. You can't just start something and not finish it," I said.

"As I recall, you were the one who gave up," Kara said.

"Because people came in!"

"Since when has that bothered you?"

I pouted. "I'm not as slutty as all that. Only sometimes."

"Ha, right."

"Plus, you know, I'm thinking of the integrity of your business," I tried.

"Case, darling, you had your tits out all morning and it was the busiest Wednesday morning I've had in quite some time."

"... what's your point?"

Kara sauntered over to me, gave me a quick but meaningful kiss, then thankfully lowered herself back to my cooch. "I don't think the integrity of my business is foremost on either of our minds," she said.

"Aw, well," I said as her tongue flicked across my pussy. "You may be right there."

She licked me to completion this time, thankfully, and once I'd cummed and burnt off all that sexual energy I got dressed and headed out, leaving Kara to the increased rush of customers around lunchtime.

****

They got me bottomless next week, the little rascals. I protested that if they were trying to attract attention, being topless would remain the better option. Kara and Maya outvoted me, so I spent the morning red-faced and pattering around with my pussy out.

My ass got more attention, I supposed. It was easier for patrons to stare at my bum without me catching them, and besides that I knew how to move to really capture the interest of anyone who wasn't already staring hard at my booty. I swung my hips particularly lasciviously for Kara, and admittedly Maya too, but anyone present was reaping the benefits.

We had already started to acquire some regular Wednesday morning customers, early days as it was in our new weekday event. Some of the ladies already knew they could get away with some sly groping on the way past, and I still swore that Kara and Maya were encouraging anyone who didn't already know that particular secret. My butt received a lot of impromptu spanks and some slower caresses all that morning, often catching me by surprise since they were so irregular. I had to admit that yelping as my bottom got smacked, only to get a sexy wink from a departing woman late for work, it really kind of worked for me.

"You're driving me crazy, you know," I told Kara once we were alone again during a lull, and I had my pants back on. "And I still don't know why you think it's fun to get all kinds of women to put their hands all over me."

"Because if it was men, you'd hate it," she said primly.

"Completely true, but not at all the point," I said.

"Are you not enjoying the attention?" Kara asked.

"No, I like it," I said. "It's embarrassing though, everyone thinking they can feel me up if they want."

"Who's thinking?" Kara asked. "They know."

"Oh my god," I said. "And to think I once thought you were a good girl."

"Pff, you never thought that," she said. "You just thought I was straight."

"Same thing, basically," I teased.

Kara laughed. "You make it so easy to want to embarrass you more, you know."

"Is that what it's about?"

"Maybe."

"Or are you still just trying to come to terms with how horny I make you?" I whispered in her ear.