Natasha and I were walking down Moenckberg strasse window shopping. I kept one eye on Natasha as she walked. Well...more her legs; her short white skirt flounced and bounced, as she walked. The tops of her tanned thighs burst into view for a tantalizing few seconds before being covered up again by the fall of the soft material.
The tan that she had been working on all summer had made her skin a light golden brown, it almost didn't look natural.
Her tight pink top didn't help to divert my attention either; I had just the right view to look down her top, the straps and tops of her cups poked out of the top of her shirt, as they pushed her golden boobs against her chest making lots of cleavage. She had died her shoulder length hair fluorescent green, in celebration of summer, I kept hoping that it would glow in the dark, but that never happened. Combined with her green eyes she looked even more pixyish than usual.
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Natasha decided to go in and see what they had. As we browsed around looking at all the different clothing items, we gradually made our way to the lingerie section, the center piece of this section was a display of silk panties and bras with the Hamburg shield in the middle. Natasha was very excited to see these, as we had been looking for something unique to take back to the States with us. So she found a panty and bra set in her size and took them into the changing booth.
When she came back out, she just had the bra with her. "I'll just go with this," she said with a wink, as we walked over to the cash register to pay. As we went over I noticed Natasha walking a little weird; she was pressing her thighs tightly together, I asked if she was alright, she replied that she was fine.
After we made our purchase, we went back outside to find nighttime had grown while we were inside. So we made our way back down the main shopping section back to the train station.
As the train started up back towards home, her arms rise above her head then fall back down to her sides in an enormous yawn. Sliding down the seat of the chair, she leans her head back, resting against the head of the chair, as her dainty, green painted hands, smooth out her short skirt and front.
"Hmmm, that's better," she purrs, licking her lips. Smiling like a Cheshire cat, her had creeps slowly down to the bottom of her skirt and starts pulling it up.
Suddenly her eyes see something behind me. She jumps in her seat and pulls her skirt back down, glowing bright red as a pretty conductor asks us for our tickets, a little flushed, we showed her our University IDs which act as trains passes.
After she leaves, Natasha starts giggling uncontrollably for a minute, "that was close!" she gushes. Taking a deep breath, she tells me to keep a look out for anyone coming up behind her. Again she slowly raises up her skirt, to show me her naked pussy.
My heart jumps at this, "Since when did you stop wearing underwear?" I teased.
She just sticks her tongue out at me in reply. She reaches between her pussy lips and pulls out the silk pair of panties from the store, a soft moan escapes her lips as she does!