It all started a while back when I went shopping with my friend Alex. She always had a wild-streak, and she always brought out the slut in me.
I mean, just the other day we went skinny dipping together in the local park. I would have never done that without her, even if it was my 21st birthday. But that's a story for another day.
As I was saying, we were shopping together. As always, we dared each other to leave the changing room curtain open a bit more than the time before. It was a great game we thought up a while back, it was a lot of fun to see the various reactions throughout the store.
When we each bought clothes to satisfy our demand, Alex decided she needed some cigarettes. Her smoking was one of the only things I did not like about her, but I was along so I went with her into the supermarket.
In the store, she decided we desperately needed some chocolate. She proceeded to grab a cylinder of Rolo's and gave me a naughty look.
I asked her what the look was all about.
She said: "The smokes are behind the counter over there, so we can skip the line if we don't buy anything."
I told her to put the Rolo's back then.
She gave me an even naughtier look and said: "I've something else in mind..."
She proceeded, after some looking around, to lift her skirt. She pushed the little cylinder past her panties, straight into her pussy. The panties were put back into place, and the skirt was pulled back down. None, except me and Alex, would be the wiser.
I gave her a smile and we both went to the counter. She paid for her cigarettes and we both walked out like nothing was up.
When we got to the park (the same one we visited for my birthday) she did the trick in reverse, to reveal a somewhat moist packet of delicious chocolate.
We burst out laughing and agreed that it was the best tasting candy we had ever had.
This event sparked many more like it, each time we would go into a supermarket and Alex would nick something different in her pussy.
The fun and games with Alex stopped when she went away for the next summer, going abroad to study. I was left alone, but Alex assured me to continue her wild-streak over there and keep me updated.
I just hoped there'd be pictures.
I decided I could have a wild-streak too and continued our thieving game without Alex. I started with a Rolo, I guess to ease myself in with the beautiful feeling that each first time leaves when you reminisce.
After that, I started upgrading. My next theft was a 150 ml Coke can. It was considerably thicker than the Rolo, and a hell of a lot more cold to the touch. I felt even more exhilarated leaving the building than before.
I upgraded again. I went to the fruit and vegetable section and got myself a banana. I picked one that was relatively straight and shoved it up there. The skirt I wore was my shortest one, which made it all that much more exciting.
The banana, you see, did not really stay put all that well. The bit that it hangs from would always pop out. This, of course, meant I had to ditch my panties entirely. The bit of banana sticking out of me felt really weird between my legs, and could be seen under the right angle.
Fortunately, nobody had the right angle, or nobody minded if they did, so I was out scot-free again.
The panty-debacle that the banana had brought led me to another idea.
I went to the mall this time, choosing a clothing store as my target. It turned out to be an easy process, just take a pair of panties and shove them inside of you in the changing room.
It did, however, add the problem that clothing stores have significantly tighter security measures than a supermarket. The panties were tagged with a chip that would ring the alarms when I would try to get out. I accepted the challenge.
With my shortest skirt on, no panties (this had become my standard attire for the job), I stepped out of the changing room. The panties inside me felt nice and soft, except for the plastic security thing, which added a nice sensation.
I decided to go all out and not even buy anything else that could be an explanation for the alarm that was about to go off.
I stepped through the gates and was, as expected, greeted with red lights and beeping. A store employee came up to me and asked me to step back in, which rang the alarm again.
I went in and out a couple of times, never failing to trip the alarm, baffling the staff. I didn't even have any bags that could be checked. I was patted down by a female member of the staff, and in failing to find anything on me I was let go.
This was so much better than the supermarket. To nick stuff was one thing, to stand there and fool the whole staff was a whole other level of excitement.
This called for more. I went to another store, having reduced my outfit to that one skirt, a tight white shirt and flip-flops. I picked a nice summer dress from the store and took it into the dressing room.
I decided to have some more fun first. The dress was extremely sheer, so putting it on would surely display what I wore underneath. Without underwear, what I wore underneath would be shockingly little.
So I went into the dressing room, removed what little clothes I had on, and put on the dress. My nipples were fully visible and if the light hit it in a certain way, my pussy would be clearly distinguishable.
I took a deep breath, smiled, and went out.
Immediately upon my exit, a few heads turned my way. Apparently my previous attire and my choice of garment from the shop had attracted some attention.
