Once again my husband went on one of his extended business trips and left me at home alone to fend for myself. I was feeling a little lonely until I began to reminisce about the time I accidentally flashed the mailman. It made me feel really good knowing someone appreciated seeing me naked. I wanted to experience that wonderful feeling of exhibitionism again, but my shyness prevented me from acting on it.
It was almost noon and there wasn't any food in the house, so I figured it was time to make a trip to the grocery store. I took a shower, then stood in front of the mirror trying to decide what to wear. I'm a brunette, just over five feet tall with medium sized, natural breasts. My breasts may not be huge, but they look great with my petite, muscular figure. I'm twenty-one years old, I've been told that I look like a teenager because of my small features.
After facing the realization that I was too shy to ever expose myself in public again, I decided to just try being a little daring and go out wearing some revealing clothes. Maybe that would generate enough attention to make me feel good about myself.
I slipped into a skimpy pair of white see-through panties, but decided to live dangerously and go without a bra. Next I put on a little white cotton sundress with a low neckline and five buttons down the front. Without a bra, the shadows of my perky pink nipples were visible through the clingy cotton material. The dress had a collar and short sleeves, but when I bent over in front of the mirror, I had a clear view right down the front of it. My boobies were going to be on display for everyone to see if I bent over in public.
I began to have second thoughts about wearing such a revealing outfit in public, so I started looking for a bra and a more conservative dress. Then the memories of my husband ignoring me and leaving me at home alone re-entered my mind. I decided that I needed a little excitement, so I continued buttoning the little white dress while trying to forget about the possibility of accidentally baring my breasts in public.
There was a reason why I hadn't worn this dress in such a long time, but I couldn't remember why. I thought it was because I was too shy to wear such a super short dress in the presence of men. The dress barely covered my butt! However, I would discover much too late that the short hem wasn't the reason I quit wearing it.
Later that day, I would be reminded that the real reason I quit wearing the dress was because the buttons weren't attached properly. The dress was a little tight and the last time I wore it, all of the buttons were threatening to pop off. I that guess today when I put the dress on, I was so busy looking at my breasts in the mirror that I failed to pay attention to the condition of the buttons.
My husband had the car, so I was forced to ride the bus to get to the grocery store. A man stood behind me as I climbed up the steps to board the bus. As I opened my coin purse, I dropped some coins. As I bent over to pick up the coins, the hem of my dress rose up behind me. The man on the sidewalk below was able to look right up my short dress! My firm little butt must have looked practically naked to the man because he could see right through the skimpy sheer panties I was wearing.
I was so busy worrying about the man below that I failed to notice the bus driver. He was admiring my bare titties as he peered down the gaping neckline of the dress. One of my hands was holding my coin purse while the other was picking up the coins. All I could do was let the bus drive gaze at my uncovered breasts and exposed nipples because I didn't have a free hand to hold my dress in place. Finally, I retrieved my coins, handed my fare to the smiling bus driver and began looking for a seat in the crowded bus.
There were no seats available, so a nice young man offered me his seat and assumed a position standing over me. I noticed a cut on the seat and I didn't want the exposed spring to damage my dress, so I lifted the hem of my dress as I sat down. I could feel the cold metal of the spring rubbing against my underwear as the bus drove down the street.
The young man kept trying to look down my dress as my boobies bounced in rhythm with the motion of the bus. I don't know what came over me, but I leaned forward a little to give the guy a better view of my bra-less breasts. I wasn't sure if he could actually see my puffy pink nipples, but he was sure trying. Finally the young man spoke to me with a nervous stammer.
He said, "It sure is warn on this bus."
I agreed with him. The soft stutter in the young man's voice let me know that my revealing dress was getting him all flustered. I decided to tease him a little.
I said, "If I could just open the top button of this dress, I would feel much more comfortable, but someone might try to look down my top."
The young man replied, "I'll stay right here and block their view. You can count on me!"
I looked down and said, "Oh my, I forgot to wear a bra. If I open a button, you might be able to see my bare titties. I would be so embarrassed if that happed."
He said, "I promise not to look."
I said, "Alright," and proceeded to open the top button of the dress.
The young man's eyes were like saucers. He watched intensely as I slowly opened the top button of the dress. I must have pulled too hard and the little thread holding the button on snapped. The button fell off and I didn't see where it went. Now the highest button holding the dress together was located a couple of inches below my breasts. If I leaned over even the slightest bit, the guy would be able to see everything, and he knew it.
I said, "Whoops, that was a mistake!"
The young man chuckled. Now I was sure that if I leaned forward even the slightest bit, my breasts would be completely exposed for the young man to see. I leaned forward a few times pretending to look for the button, each time giving him a clear view of my boobies. Finally I gave up the search and sat back in my seat, but the young man never quit staring at the low neckline of my dress. The anticipation of me leaning over again was killing him.
There was another man sitting across from me. He was slouching down in his seat. I looked down and noticed that the hem of my dress had ridden well up my creamy thighs. When I hiked up my dress in back to avoid sitting on the hole in the seat, the front of the dress must have come up with it. The hem of my dress only needed to slide up about another half of an inch and my little undies would have been showing.
I turned sideways in my seat, pretending to look out the window and when I did, I spread my legs apart enough to give the man a view of my skimpy see-through panties. Unfortunately, my dress did not spread apart with my legs and the bottom button of the dress popped off and rolled across the floor of the bus. I quickly put my legs together and pulled my dress down, but not before the man got a good look at my little white panties. The fabric of the panties was so thin that he was probably able to see my neatly trimmed brunette bush peeking out from underneath.
My face was turning red with embarrassment as a few other men noticed my predicament. When I entered the bus, my dress had five buttons. Now it only had three! The bus was approaching my stop and I was relieved knowing that my humiliation would soon be over. However, the worst was yet to come. As I stood up to get off the bus, my panties somehow got caught on that loose spring in the seat. My underwear was yanked halfway down my thighs.
I had to turn around and bend over to free my panties from the spring, causing the short hem of my skirt to rise halfway up my bare ass! Everyone was looking at my tan little buns peeking out from under my dress, except the young man standing above me. My bent over position offered him a clear view down the top of my dress. He could now see every inch of my firm round breasts and pretty pink nipples.
