I’m a twenty-year-old college sorority girl who used to have an eighteen-year-old girlfriend named Lizzie. Lizzie and I worked together at a coffee shop in the mall where we had a lot of fun teasing and flashing the customers. However, things got a little out of hand and Lizzie ended up paraded through the mall in the nude. When Lizzie’s parents learned of our escapades, Lizzie was banned from the mall and she was forbidden to go out with me ever again. Even though Lizzie and I no longer see each other, she is now very popular with the boys and I am happy for her.
Working at the coffee shop hasn’t been the same without Lizzie. My boss, Traci, was concerned about me, so we took a break from work. We left the coffee shop in the capable hands of our coworkers and drove to a public park near the mall. There was a playground that was deserted, except for a crew of several men working on the street in front of the park. Traci and I took a seat on the swings so that we could talk.
Traci said, “I understand that you miss Lizzie, but since men give you so much attention, you should just enjoy yourself until you get over her.”
I thought about it and said, “I guess I do get a lot of attention from men. They’re always telling me that I’m cute and they seem to like my reddish-brown hair. And even though I wear a bra at work, when I bend over to give men their coffee, they never hesitate to peek down the top of my uniform.”
Traci said, “I guess they like your tits!”
I said, “Well, I may not have the biggest tits in the mall, but they’re real and they’re full enough to offer an ample amount of cleavage.”
Traci added, “Your boobs do look pretty big compared to that little five-foot body of yours.”
I said, “Actually I’m five-foot-one.”
Traci continued, “And you’ve got a nice ass, too.”
I said, “I have noticed that guys seem fascinated with my butt. They’re always trying to get a glimpse of my little underpants when I bend over in this super short waitress dress you gave me.”
Traci said, “So you like teasing men.”
I said, “Yes, of course. It turns me on having men admire my body. I especially love flashing and teasing men until they have a raging boner in their pants. Then I send them away with a bad case of blue-balls, but you know what I’m talking about.”
Traci asked, “What do you mean?”
I replied, “Come on Traci. You have those nice big boobs and you always leave your uniform unbuttoned low in front. That way you can show off your cleavage to the customers, not to mention those pretty pink nipples.”
Traci said, “Pretty pink nipples? You know I always wear underwear.”
I said, “Maybe so, but your bras and panties are made of such a thin fabric that your underwear appears to be non-existent. Your bras offer no support for those big boobs of yours, so you bounce around the shop like you’re braless. And, the men can see your nipples right through those flimsy bras.”
Traci giggled and said, “I guess I never gave it much thought.”
I said, “Never gave it much thought? You can see right through your panties, too. You know damn well almost all of our customers are men and they’re always trying to get a look at your little undies. I realize you have a beautiful bush, but that doesn’t mean you have to show your pussy hair to everyone. Heck, those workmen over there are trying to look between your legs right now!”
There were several men in their thirties and forties performing road repairs right in front of us. The men were constantly looking over at Traci and I as we went back and forth on the swings. We were still wearing our little white waitress dresses that buttoned all the way down the front. The tops of our dresses were unbuttoned dangerously low, so we were showing plenty of cleavage to the men.
While Traci and I were talking, we really didn’t pay much attention to our dresses. However, the workmen couldn’t seem to keep their eyes off us. I quickly realized why the men were looking at us. The dresses we were wearing were extremely short, so when we went back and forth on the swings, our dresses would fly up and expose our skimpy little panties to the workmen. Both Traci and I had left the bottom button on our dresses open, which made it even easier for the workmen to see our panty covered pussies!
I said, “Traci, when our dresses fly up, those men can see our panties!”
Traci said, “No wonder they’re looking at us.”
Traci could see that the men were watching her, but she doesn’t need to flash a guy to get his attention. She is stunning even when she’s not showing off her body. Traci is twenty-five years old and stands about five-foot-five with long dark hair and big firm boobs. She has a beautiful face and a killer body, but at that moment, the men were only interested in her panties. Since the transparent material of Traci’s skimpy panties did very little to hide Traci’s dark pussy hair, it was only natural that the men would try to get a glimpse between her legs.
I tried holding my dress down to hide my panties from the men’s prying eyes, but Traci just let her dress blow in the wind. She asked me what was wrong and I told her that after what had happened to Lizzie, I felt a little shy about flashing my panties to the men. Traci told me that when you fall off a horse, you have to get right back on. I didn’t know what that had to do with putting my underwear on display for strangers, but Traci was about to show me.
A group of guys in the park came over near us and started playing catch with a football. Traci was in a playful mood so she led me over to some horses on springs that bounced up and down. Our boobs bounced as we sprung up and down on the horses. Traci’s bra was so flimsy that she looked like she wasn’t wearing a bra at all. With all those open buttons, the guys were hoping that she’d pop right out of her dress. Traci’s dress was open enough on top to give the men a partial view of her bra, but she never actually fell out of her dress.
After a while, Traci said, “Let’s go climb on the jungle gym.”
I said, “We bounced around on those little horses so much that everyone in the park is looking at us. I’m not going to climb up there in this short dress. They’ll be able to see my underpants! I’m just not in the mood.”
Traci said, “Come on, it’ll be fun. All you have to do is hang from your hands and climb across to the other side.”
I asked, “Do I have to?”
Traci replied, “Just do it once, for me.”
