Sideic

That Erika. One day I'm going to have to give her a piece of my mind.

So it turns out, after our abortive shopping expedition, Erika said my little black dress was fine for clubbing after all. We had bought some nice black pumps for me, so there it was. That was my outfit. I mean, we did buy a lot of stuff for Erika, including a whole kit of eye makeup and skin care products, which cost a fortune! But I did promise I would buy anything she wanted, so I couldn't complain too much.

Erika insisted on going home by train, even though I said I would happily pay for an Uber, after my experience. I figured out she was up to something when I asked for my knickers back, so that I could at least be fully dressed again to travel on the train. She said, "There will be time for that later. Come on, we have to hurry!"

So off we hurried, me still sans underwear. We got to the station, and the train was several minutes away. The platform was pretty crowded, so I was feeling self conscious in my dress with the breeze whipping around under it where I was fully bare. I asked again, and Erika sternly refused, because, she said, she was worried about missing the train if I went off to the bathrooms. I again said we could catch an Uber, but she said, "That's not the point." Even though it really did seem like it was the point.

The platform was filling up. We were underground, and backed up against a stone wall, and and the platform was quite narrow at this point because the wall was part of a staircase taking up half the platform. We had to nestle back into a corner to allow everyone to get past. I leaned in toward her and begged, under my breath, "Come on, I can stand behind you in the corner here to put them on. Please?"

Why was I begging for my underwear from Erika? The nasty girl. I bet she was enjoying it. She had me at a disadvantage, for sure. I made my best puppy dog eyes.

She sighed heavily, "Fine. Here," she huffed, far too loudly. I was sure people around us would have heard her. I quickly glanced about, but all the faces were wooden, and people just stood immovable, or bustled past, completely ignoring us.

I turned my attention back to Erika, and guess what. She was holding my knickers straight out in front of her where everyone could see! It was as though she was offering me a biscuit or something. I grabbed at them immediately, to try to put them out of sight. How humiliating, to be seen begging for my own underwear, and being forced to take this intimate garment in front of everyone in the world!

"Shit!" I hissed, as I fumbled and dropped them in my haste. I quickly went to retrieve them from the grimy floor, but a woman's shoe landed right on them, and I accidentally grabbed her ankle. The tall, older woman scowled at me as I clutched at my knickers, now trapped under her shiny red shoe. She was impeccably dressed, and bent down as I was, I was literally looking upwards at the hem of her reasonably short dress, and up underneath it to glimpses of her own lacy knickers. God knows what she thought I was doing down there. Instinctively she pulled her foot away from my hand, freeing my poor knickers, which I swept up quickly.

The woman took a moment to issue me a withering glare of disdain, brushing downwards at her dress as if to expel my gaze from up underneath it. She was skewering me with her scowl, looking me down and up, as I was pathetically clutching my knickers in my hand in front of me, looking up into her face in submissive apology. Her scorn flowed over me like lava. My cheeks flushed, and my face became hot. For several moments I was utterly ashamed in her gaze. My face wasn't the only part of my anatomy heating up. I was in paradise. It was delicious. I was inexplicably aroused as I roasted under such an acerbic glare.

And then, with a barely detectable contemptuous huff, she dismissively turned away and moved on. I can't really explain it. It was like I had a mini climax right then. I didn't know what was happening to me but I wanted more.

Erika raised an eyebrow at me, in a judgemental, "really?" sort of way. I looked downward, enjoying even more humiliation. I tried to conceal my thrill at the taboo emotion, but it was intoxicating. I was still in a sort of coital haze from the older woman's admonishment.

I could resist it no longer. The rising tide of shameful indulgence had me in thrall. I looked up into her face and, holding her gaze, I held out my knickers and stepped into them without inhibition, as though I were at home getting dressed in private. It was a show for anyone who happened to be looking, but I wasn't looking at my audience. I was locked into Erika's eyes, begging her to judge me more, to poor scorn on me. To be scandalised, shocked.

To her credit she did look shocked. At first it was for real, then she shifted to a more theatrical reaction. I pulled the knickers all the way up as I looked into her eyes, adjusting them without any modesty, as if there were nobody but the two of us in the whole world.

Then I looked around. several faces quickly looked away. I had been seen. I had been watched. What a trollop. What a scandalous little tart. This crowd should rise up and condemn me. I should be paraded naked through the streets to chants of "shame!", and have tomatos thrown at me...

Just then, breaking up my little daydream, the train slid into place in front of us, and after it had disgorged its occupants, we surged forward into the car. It was then I discovered there were dusty little bits of gravel and grit from the ground, and from that woman's shoe, now caught inside my underwear. It was coarse, and it was getting everywhere (I made a mental note that Anakin Skywalker, despite the cringiness of his dialog, had actually made a reasonable point about sand). There was nothing I could do. I would have to bear with it, itchy and uncomfortable as it was, scratching at my more sensitive and intimate places, and especially because some of those places were by now engorged, moist, and activated to even higher sensitivity!

We did get a seat, when a young man hopped up unusually quickly for us. I'm pretty sure he was one of the ones I had caught peeking on the platform. He stood beside the seat and allowed me to sit. Of course, I was then sitting on several tiny little gravelly scratchy grains of sand, which served to keep my whole mind focused on that region of my body. Precisely what wearing underwear was supposed to relieve me of!

To my deep embarrassment, Erika decided to strike up a conversation with him, as she was standing with the other passengers, pushed close to him. Both his crotch and hers were hovering next to my face as she peppered him with questions and flirtatious comments.

Really? I mean, of all people, dd she have to chat up the man who had just watched me put on gritty, sandy knickers in front of perfect strangers?

Erika was naturally chatty and vivacious. She easily started conversations. I didn't really pay attention to what she was saying, because I was taking stock of some of the larger grains of grit in my pants, and trying to discretely adjust my posture to minimise my discomfort.

It was then that Erika's chatter floated into my consciousness, "... on the cctv, so she threw on a nightie but still had no panties. We were all shocked!"

What the fuck? She was telling the story of my humiliation at the shops? I whirled around to glare at her, but she was ignoring me, and had this man's rapt attention, "... pushed through the crowd and got out of there. She then insisted on traveling by train, and I only managed to convince her to put panties on just before the train got there!"

She was talking loudly. Loud enough for several people to hear, and apparently several were attentively following along. And she was lying! I didn't insist on traveling by train, she did! And it was she who refused to give me my knickers! I felt the humiliation, then indignation, both at being so completely exposed and at the falsehoods she was telling, then almost immediately in response, a surge of sexual arousal, and it dominated my sensations. I looked from face to face at the crowd. Some had the decency to turn away, but others just stared at me. Erika's story had made me into something of an exhibit, like at the zoo. People just felt entitled to stare as she nattered on.

"... would you like to check?" she asked the man.

Check what?

He eagerly nodded.

Check what?

Erika pulled me to my feet, swinging around to take the seat, all in one motion. "This man is going to check that you're wearing panties, hun," she announced.

I was breathing through my mouth, sort of panting. I was in a dreamy, lusty, submissive haze. I just stood there, looking at him. He didn't know what to do, so I nodded. Then I averted my eyes, looking down at the floor.

"Don't be shy," Erika insisted. She grabbed his hand and placed it on my leg, then pulled it upwards. And up it slid. He found my knickers and tried to pull his hand way, but she held it there, used her other hand to lift the seam, and slid his hand in, under the outer edge of the garment. He cupped my bottom, then leaned slightly for better reach, and slid down, around to my now wet sex.

I had to hold onto his shoulders for balance as his fingers probed and dove. Erika was still chattering on, but I couldn't hear the words. I was resisting the urge to moan until a middle aged woman directly across from me tut-tutted under her breath, and that set me on fire. I started grinding on this man's hand, and he responded with firm, invasive shoving, quickly bringing me up to and over the edge.

Just as it was over, the train decelerated. It was our stop. Erika stood, and the three of us were now face-to-face-to-face. "Thank the nice man, dear, and then we'll be hopping off."

I frowned. I didn't know what she meant, "Give him a kiss! Quick smart!"

So I did. I kissed him deeply and passionately. He kissed me back. Then the train had stopped. Erika bustled me out, and my momentary lover just stood there with a quirky smile, presumably wondering how his day had turned out this way, and perhaps wondering if he could arrange it to happen again some time.

Erika swung, and landed a loud, painful smack on my bottom. I involuntarily cried out with an, "Ooh!" as she proceeded to scold me in a whisper for being such a promiscuous little tart. I bowed my head and allowed her torrent of sweet disapproval to wash over me, eager for her to continue.

What had I become?