My showing off really moved into high gear when I met Jackie at a party over a year ago. I've already described one adventure we had together at a nightclub. We've had others - and keep having them! - so I'll tell you about one of them here.
First of all, a little description of me. I'd developed early and I felt lucky to have ended up with slim hips and big tits. I'm quite short but usually wear high heels to bring me up to about 5'7." I'm no supermodel, but the guys tell me I'm "cute." Depending on how I do my hair I can look like an innocent but flirtatious schoolgirl, a sexy femme fatale or a horny cyber chick.
Before I met Jackie, I'd love just showing off my legs and my tits a bit but she inspired me to be a bit more daring.
"All the guys want a look at what's between your legs," she'd laugh. "Why disappoint them?"
Jackie certainly didn't. She was 21 when I met her and her standard outfit consisted of high heeled shoes and a dress or skirt so short that her butt cheeks were visible if she leaned over. She was tall and slim and her tits were small enough that she never needed to wear a bra.
She'd look at my plump tits and say, "At your age, you shouldn't wear a bra anyway. Let those gorgeous nipples stick out!"
Other times, in a shop or café, she'd say, "Watch this!" and quickly pull up her skimpy dress and rub her hands over her bare belly and, sometimes, even her tits. She did it so fast that perhaps only one or two people would notice, but when they did, their eyes would just about pop out of their heads.
When we went out together, she'd often 'adjust' my clothes to show a bit more.
"Hey, stop that!" I'd have to say, as she slid her hand up my skirt.
"Just seeing if you're wearing any!" she'd giggle.
She never did; instead, she shaved her pussy totally bare and didn't seem to mind when people in public caught a glimpse. Then, I wasn't anywhere near so brave, but we had a lot of fun anyway, especially shopping for clothes. A couple of shops in our town specialised in the stuff Jackie liked to wear.
"Isn't most of this stuff for table-top dancers?" I asked Jackie, as we were looking through the racks one day. Jackie had stripped off completely, leaving the change room door open of course, and was trying on a long white dress tight enough to show the outlines of her nipples, butt crack and pussy.
"No babe, it's for anyone who really enjoys all the guys - and their girlfriends or wives - seeing their exposed bodies!" she said, bursting out of the change room and pirouetting around in the middle of the shop, sliding her hands up and down her body.
Just seeing a woman showing off like Jackie was would always make me wet between my legs. Watching Jackie adjust her dress in the mirror - tweaking her nipples to make them stand out and running her painted fingernail between her pussy lips - made me uncontrollably horny and my own hand reached instinctively for my little clit.
"Am I turning you on, babe?" she'd purr, loudly enough for other shoppers to hear.
I'd usually get a bit embarrassed when Jackie would say things like that but, overall, I'd always liked attention. Since my tits grew, I've always loved people noticing them. Jackie knew this too and would make sure I'd buy some kind of top which was a couple of sizes too small so that when I wore it, most of my tits just sat jiggling in full view.
"Isn't this one a bit obvious?" I asked her once, when we were trying on clothes in a shop called Venus Envy.
It was a bustier made of silver coloured nylon with a zip. The size they had was for skinny chicks like Jackie and would only zip up about two inches on me. This left a huge amount of cleavage showing, and my nipples close to popping out, as I paraded around the shop, admiring myself in the mirrors.
"It's like you're serving them up on a plate!" giggled Jackie.
"If I wobble my tits, I wonder what'll happen?"
So I jiggled them from side to side, winking at the shop girl, and the predictable happened: both tits popped right out, leaving a pair of erect dark nipples staring at both Jackie and the shop assistant.
"Right on!" laughed the shop girl, "God, I wish I had tits like yours."
The next thing Jackie pulled out for me to try on was a long crimson satin sheath dress. It had slits on both sides almost up to the armpit, tied up with a little ribbon on each side. With a g-string underneath, it showed all of my bare legs and waist.
"Here, babe, I'll buy that one for you," Jackie said. "But only if you wear it out of the shop and come and have lunch in it!"
So we sat there in a pavement cafe, sipping our coffee. Me, with my body exposed all the way up to my armpit, Jackie stretching out with every contour visible through her new white dress. Tons of wolf whistles came our way and several sleazy guys tried to crack onto us, but Jackie, bless her heart, knew exactly how to deal with them.
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One of Jackie's most daring outfits she wore to dinner at a hotel. We double dated these two guys - Max and Richard - who we met at the beach one Saturday lunchtime. We were roller-blading on the foreshore and they bought us drinks from the kiosk, after Jackie had flashed plenty of butt at them.
"Nice outfits, girls," Max said, when we were sitting on the benches drinking our juices.
Jackie and I looked at each other and smiled. We had on matching t-shirt dresses: hers white with "Spunk" in silver across the breasts, mine black with "Kitten." I was wearing an ordinary black thong bikini under mine, but Jackie always went one step further. She had on a g-string made of a tiny triangle of stretchy white fabric.
"So, what does the 'spunk' on your t-shirt mean, Jackie?" Max added with a wink, as he looked down at her crossed thighs.
Jackie just grinned, uncrossed her legs and spread them apart a few inches as she sat in the sunshine slurping her pineapple juice.
"It can mean all sorts of things," she replied, looking Max directly in the eye.
"Do you girls always get this much attention?" Richard asked me.
"Usually. Don't we Jack?" I turned, with a little grin, towards Jackie.
While chatting to Max, she leaned back on the bench, as if to let more sun onto her spread legs. After a few minutes, she casually put her hand up under the front of her dress, looped a thumb into the top of her g-string and started to tease the front of it down.
The fabric stretched, giving Max little glimpses of her shaved pussy. The poor guy couldn't keep his eyes away, as Jackie kept moving her legs together and apart.
With Jackie playing with her g-string like this, we chatted for about half an hour and the guys asked us to meet them for a drink before dinner at the bar of a five star hotel on the beachfront.
"Do you think those guys want a slut fantasy?" Jackie asked me later, when we were alone.
Over the time we'd known each other, Jackie and I had coined this term, 'slut fantasy'. It was when we'd go out on dates looking like hookers. It was too risky to do it without a date, because so many guys would hassle us. But when we had dates, it was great!
"A lot of guys love being seen in public with a total slut," Jackie said.
"Even if they get a bit jealous when other guys chat to you?" I asked her.
"Shit yeah! They don't own you, babe!" she replied. I'd done the 'slut fantasy' three or four times on dates and enjoyed it hugely. All the attention was exciting, even when my date would get a bit jealous.
"So, are you in the mood for a slut fantasy tonight?" Jackie asked when we were getting ready at her place. "I know I am. I've bought an outfit that I've been dying to wear for a few weeks now."
"Put it on, and I'll see if I'm inspired," I replied.
Jackie stripped off to nothing and sat on her bed to put on her highest white strappy heels. She stood up and admired her naked body in the mirror as she ran her hands up and down her pussy, belly and breasts.
"Get on with it, Jack!" I laughed. "You're such a showoff!"
She laughed too and started pulling on some tight white garments.
"Bloody hell!" I gaped when I saw what her outfit consisted of.
"Do you like it?" she asked, twirling on her toes and stretching her arms.
A loose, white spaghetti strap crop-top reached the bottom of her tits when she stood up straight but, if she stretched or raised her arms, it showed the lower curves of her bare breasts.
The matching 'skirt' was a tight strip of material about 8 inches wide. She was wearing it high - almost around her waist - so her entire pussy and most of her butt was clearly on view. A silver chain with large wooden beads and trinkets was also jangling loosely around her waist.
"You're not going to wear it like that?!"
"Of course!" Jackie said, winking. Then she adjusted the tube of fabric down several inches so that she was hidden at the front and only a tiny bit of butt cheek was poking out the back.
"That's better, isn't it?" she smiled, looking in the mirror. "What are you wearing?"
"Can I look through your wardrobe, Jack?"
I found heaps of great things! Some of them were totally over-the-top, like the gold tube dress that didn't cover my tits at all, or the fishnet minidress which hid nothing at all.
"You don't wear these things out, Jack, surely?"
"Sure hon. Mainly to parties though, not on the street," she said.
Just trying them on in front of the mirror - and pretending to be out in public in them - made me feel incredibly horny. The whole time I was trying things on, Jackie lay on the sofa, watching me, rubbing her pussy with one of her large wooden beads.
"You're such a babe! Looking at you gets me so turned on!" she'd say, licking her fingers and rubbing her slit a bit more.
"Hey, stop it, Jackie. We're not even out yet!"
I ended up settling for a purple velvet slit-skirt which, if I sat it as low as possible on my hips, almost reached the floor. It had two long slits in it which were designed to sit on the sides.
"I think I can turn these slits around later, to show the boys a thing or two, huh, Jack?"
A matching bolero jacket showed off tons of cleavage; I did it up with just one button, because Jackie's clothes were a bit small for me. Jackie wouldn't let me wear a bra - even a really sexy one - but, because the skirt's slits came up almost to my waist, I insisted on wearing a g-string made of tiny black beads. Jackie's highest black strappy sandals on my bare feet made me feel like a total femme fatale.
"I've just gotta feel you in that velvet!" Jackie said, as she came towards me, her skirt again up around her waist, her pussy visibly slippery from what she'd been doing.
