It was Emily's 18th birthday. She was quite an unusual young woman. She was about 5'1", very slim, verging on skinny. She had wonderfully pale skin to go with her light blonde hair and pale blue eyes. She kept her hair cut short as she didn't like the feeling of it plastered to her face from sweat when she was exercising. Exercise was something she did a lot. She cycled, jogged and swam regularly. As a result her slim body was very toned.
From a more intimate perspective Emily had very small breasts: 32A would be the bra size she'd wear if she ever bothered. In fact Emily had never worn a bra in her life. She'd only very rarely worn knickers, preferring to feel the breeze on her perfectly smooth mound. Her small breasts were topped with dark pink areola, about the size of a dollar, and small little nubs of nipples.
Emily loved wearing revealing clothes. She wouldn't class herself as an exhibitionist. It was more that she couldn't care less who saw her body. And she loved the feel of the air on her skin. She'd had to be so very careful until this day, being underage, but that was going to change today.
She leapt out of bed and showered (she always slept naked), then she slipped on a mid-thigh length skirt and a tight t-shirt, along with some little socks and black pumps. She looked at herself in the mirror and observed that she looked good. Her little nipples were standing to attention under the shirt. She liked that. It was barely 9am, and it was Saturday, but Emily had shopping to do.
She caught the bus into town and by 9.30 was already in the clothes store. She started off picking out some tops. They were all quite revealing, but she also picked them out to be a couple of sizes too big. As a result they would be loose around the areas where most women would want more modesty. Emily didn't mind though. She'd walk around naked if it was legal to do so.
She decided to try some of the tops on. But she didn't go to a changing room. She just stripped off her t-shirt in the store and slipped on top after top in front of the mirror. Some of the tops were rejected because they were too long in the midriff, and some were rejected because they covered too much chest. Eventually Emily had 3 or 4 tops selected. The favourite one she left on. It only came down to her belly button, had thin little straps that wouldn't stay on her shoulders, and only barely covered her nipples. If anyone stood behind her they'd get a lovely view, and whenever she bent over she revealed herself also. It had the added bonus that the barcode label was between her breasts meaning she'd have to bend over for the shop assistant later. She made a note to select a male assistant who needed a treat.
I said earlier that Emily wasn't an exhibitionist. That last desire of hers to flash a guy her boobs sounds at odds with that. Like I said, Emily didn't care who saw her. She didn't get thrills out of showing herself. But she'd learnt from watching porn and reading stories that men reacted in certain ways to female exposure. And it was male reactions that turned her on. She'd often dreamt about stimulating reactions in men and awoken soaked.
Back to the story though, and now Emily was looking for skirts. The shorter the better. This was an area that had been a real frustration for her over the years. Her parents had forced her to wear skirts that were no shorter than mid thigh. They were very concerned that if she flashed more flesh she'd end up getting taken advantage of, and that would of course be a horrible situation with her being under aged. But now Emily was in charge of her own destiny and it was time to enjoy the freedoms that entailed.
She picked out a few possible skirts. She decided it wouldn't be a good idea to try them on in the store. Not because she was embarrassed. She was worried about getting arrested. She went to the changing rooms this time. She'd picked out this store for two reasons. Firstly, and most importantly, it was cheap. Emily worked hard in whatever work came her way, but her lack of qualifications meant she often worked for minimum wage. Secondly, and more importantly, this store had mixed sex changing rooms.
She went into the first cubicle and left the curtain half open. She knew that as she changed she'd be exposing herself to whoever walked past. She looked forward to the reactions.
She slipped off her skirt and left it in a heap on the floor whilst she took the first new skirt off the hanger. She had her back to the curtain so her toned bum was on display for anyone who cared to look. An old lady walked past and Emily could see the shock on her face in the mirror as she realised there was a half naked woman there. The old lady tutted as she scurried past into a cubicle down the corridor.
Emily tried on the skirts, very disappointed that the old lady was her only watcher that morning. The perils of shopping early in the morning she reckoned. A couple of the skirts were not revealing enough for Emily's wishes so she left those, but she still had a selection of skirts that barely covered her shapely butt. She left on the shortest of them and practised bending over to see what she'd be showing. The air between her legs felt great, and she was pleased that if she bent at the waist she'd be revealing a good amount of buttock to anyone watching. If she had her legs apart then there would be also some pussy flesh on display. The other bonus of this skirt was that the barcode label was dangling at the front of her skirt, just in front of her mound.
Emily noticed that her inner labia, which protruded slightly, were glistening with moisture. This day was going so well.
She gathered up her purchases and made her way to the checkout. There was only one attendant on duty as it was quiet and it was a guy who was probably not much older than Emily. Emily started feeling excited about seeing this chap's reaction. She noted his name was Ben. She walked up the the till when it was her turn and put her purchases on the side. She smiled at Ben who was obviously already checking her out. Ben scanned everything and then Emily indicated he needed to scan what she was wearing.
She leant forward so he could scan her top, making sure that one of the straps was off her shoulder and making sure that her nipples were on display for him. Ben blushed but did what was necessary. Emily noticed that he couldn't keep his eyes off her tits. She looked at his crotch and there was a definite bulge in there. She felt her juices gathering in earnest down below.
She stood up again and stood as close to the desk as she could so he could scan the skirt. The scanner wouldn't quite reach though, so she lifted the whole front of the skirt and tugged it forward as close as she could to Ben's hand. This left her shaved mound completely exposed for anyone to see. Ben's eyes bulged as he scanned the barcode. He was very flustered now. Even after he'd scanned the barcode Emily didn't drop her skirt. she took a step back and continued to flash him until he suddenly awoke from his stupor and asked told her how much she owed. The moment was over so she let go of the skirt and paid in cash. She then ripped the labels off the clothes and dropped them on the counter in front of Ben as she stalked to the exit.
Her heart was racing and she could feel her juices trickling down her inner thigh. That had been brilliant. She only wished Ben had been more of a man and had touched her. She decided that she needed to be touched, so decided to go and buy some new shoes.
She was just leaving the store though, when the alarm sounded. It must have been triggered by one of the items in her bag. Ben had obviously forgotten to remove a security tag in his excitement.
She felt a strong hand grasp her arm. It was a security guard.
"Excuse me miss. Please come with me."
He was very tall and muscular, not someone to mess with. He led her to the back of the store and through the 'Staff Only' door to a large office. In the office was a suited gentleman, the store manager. He had a stern look on his face and was watching something on the computer. He swivelled the screen so Emily could see it. It was CCTV footage of her trying on the tops earlier. Her naked torso was freely visible to all.
"I know you're aware we have changing rooms, Miss," he growled. "We saw you use them. What makes you think it's appropriate for a young woman like yourself to expose herself like that in my store?"
As he was talking the security guard had fished out the item with the security tag still on. He showed it to the manager.
"Thank you Ted," the manager muttered. "She's paid for her clothes. Ben will vouch for that. Just remove the tag."
He looked at Emily, expecting an answer to his question.
