I enjoyed walking around town with very little on during summers. I often noticed men and boys noticing me and I loved it. There was the time that I was dressed in a short skirt and a tee shirt that clung to my braless boobs. The material was also slightly transparent and I could just make out my dark areola and darker nipples through it.
As I went between shops, taking every opportunity to go up steps and escalators and cross my favorite raised walkway, I tried to flash my panties as much as possible. I did notice a couple of men change their route to ensure getting an eyeful. It was a group of boys who were probably three or so years young than me that did get very interested and very unsubtly start to follow me. I knew exactly where to lead them. I was buzzing at the idea of showing as much of my body as possible to these noisy boys.
I was able to combine my love of showing off with my love of an over full bladder at the same time. At the end of the mall at the top of a long escalator there was a strange set of seating that curved in a semi circle so that those at one end faced those at the other. Seating myself right at one end I was delighted and certainly not surprised when the group of now five boys sat opposite me.
I pretended to be repacking my shopping that somehow required me to bend over lots and also to part my legs plenty. My panties had ridden up in a tight wedgie that had made walking with a very full bladder very stimulating. By the time I had finished the repacking I was no longer pretending to do anything other than show off to the youngsters. I was getting to the point when I thought my bladder would explode when a group of girls joined the boys.
They made no secret of the fact that they were talking about me and I heard one of the girls say
"So that is the old slapper who is flashing her tits and ass at you is it?"
The boys laughed at this and I did feel a little deflated by not only being called old but being called a slapper. I decided it was time to make an exit. I was not confident that my bladder would last until I reached the toilets. The combination of the exhibitionism, the rubbing of my clit by my panties and my full bladder threatened to give me an orgasm as I walked slowly to the public facilities. The whole group followed me and almost surrounded me. As we went into the ladies the boys stayed outside saying they would stop anyone entering. I wasn't sure whether I was pleased or worried that there was nobody else in the area.
Before I was able to enter a stall one of the girls blocked me off.
"Who the fuck do you think you are flashing your pussy and ass at my boyfriend? I think you need to be taught a lesson and I am volunteering myself as the teacher. Are you girls in?"
There was an excited murmuring from the others.
"Okay I want you to strip. It should not take long as you have very little on."
For one of the only times in my life I was not keen to show my body off.