[This is a spin off story from the Gina series. Terri is a young college student that works for Gina's husband now, she looks much younger than her 23-year-old age, young innocent pretty face, small boobs and a nice round teen looking ass.]
About to leave the hotel room in New York City where a small group of us were attending a conference on the company's dime. We had finished up the day a bit early and I had heard that men would sometimes take advantage of women on the subway, and it intrigued me. Who was I to pass up an opportunity to be felt up in public by a stranger.
Let me tell you about how my kinky got started. When I was in high school, I wasn't the prettiest girl, I was actually kinda plain. Not to mention I was still waiting to blossom like the other girls at school. I dated the bad boys, word had gotten around that I enjoyed being felt up about anywhere, especially in public places. Like many high school girls, I was hungry for male attention. On more than one occasion I found myself surrounded by boys in the woods, behind a store, or in the back seat of a car or front of a truck driving through town being underdressed and played with, oddly then I found it exciting riding around naked.
After a while I began to wear questionably short skirts to school, to the mall, about anywhere I went just to draw attention to me and my petite body.
I knew guys were watching me when I had to climb the stairs at school or the escalators at the mall, even a few of the male teachers had caught on to my antics and knew which periods I used the stairs to get too classes.
I wanted to feel sexier under my skirts and regular panties never worked, I tried the thongs and G-string, but I just couldn't do the up my ass thing. So I just stopped wearing panties in my junior year.
Bras I wore, I was not as blessed as the other girls, and started wearing paddled bras back in middle school until early into my senior year. I guess you could say my love language is touch, I loved holding hands, guys caressing of my shoulders which of course lead to other touching which I quickly became addicted too.
After several dates with one guy, we were making out at a party down at the lake. I was sitting on his truck tailgate in just my jean shorts, my top and bra long gone. And he asked why I even wear bras, telling me I didn't need them, and they only got in the way, as he was working my shorts down my thighs. That was the end of the bras except for rare occasions.
At first it was boys at school, then when I was able to get into bars with a fake ID, while still in high school, it was the older college guys who enjoyed my choice of daring outfits. With my nipples almost always hard poking thru my thin tops and my ultra-miniskirts they would find me a bit easy to touch and play with, especially after a few drinks and dancing. I quickly found I enjoyed the exposure and touching in the crowded bars.
In College I continued to not wear much at all, being in Florida allowed me to get away with my skimpy wardrobe, often wearing inappropriate clothes to classes, because it was hot as hell, not to mention I could, and the male professors enjoyed my outfits.
Beach parties and concerts, got to be a favorite after the sun had gone down wearing only my tiny G-string bikinis, dancing in the crowds of people, my tops pushed to the sides, eventually untied, and pulled off by guys and sometimes girls. I lost too many tops to count, but I loved the feeling and guys exploring between my legs, bringing me to repeated orgasms in front of others, was extremely erotic to me.
My current boyfriend quickly learned of my kink and took advantage of showing me off to his friends and others. Over time getting bolder and bolder as to where and how much of me he exposed to others, often leaving bars and parties mostly naked.
He still picks out a lot of my outfits, especially when we go out drinking, concentrating on ease of exposure and easy of removal.
But sometimes he gets carried away exposing me at inappropriate places like nice restaurants, large parties or even wedding reception.
This exposure at a bar also landed me my current job, a master's in marine biology and a free trip to New York City to attend a marine research conference.
Three years later after meeting Mr. John the CEO of the company, here I am going through a few of my, after hours outfits I had packed just in case I got the opportunity to show off or go for a ride on NYC's public transportation.
I am only five foot two inches tall with the body of a thirteen-year-old, nice round ass and not a lot of boobs, I never bloomed.
Strawberry blonde hair to my waist, I had it in a thick ponytail today. With the ginger hair comes pale skin, lots of freckles and lite pink nipples that seem to always be poking through my tops.
So pulling off the little schoolgirl look was a piece of cake for me and came in handy on Halloween the past few years, dressing as a slutty school girl.
Today wasn't Halloween but I was going to wear the schoolgirl skirt, but I wanted something a bit more daring, not the plain white top I had worn out to bars in the past, it was cropped and tied in the front but I wanted less to wear on the subway.
I figured I would catch the train at the stop a few blocks from the hotel, ride it out for a while then catch a returning train back and see what happens.
As soon as I could get to my hotel room I shed my accountant's attire, putting in back on its wooden hanger in the closet. Then went to the bed where I had laid out my outfit for the train ride.
First thing was the white knee-high socks, then the purple, black and yellow plaid schoolgirl skirt. This wasn't super short like the strippers wear that showed off a lot of ass cheeks. But it is short enough I shouldn't bend over wearing it. It was part of the outfit you get off Amazon for Halloween.
It was a wrap around and had a Velcro latch on the side which left about a two-inch overlap at the top and then narrows at the bottom creating an open slit up the side to my waist that shows off a lot of thigh and hip when I walk. The Velcro holds it together at the waist band, but I had added little metal catch latch to keep it closed having had the Velcro fail leaving me bottomless on the dance floor a few times, it could have also had help from Chris as well.
For a top I had a black lace strapless bra, it's a bit sheer but my lite pinks nipples don't really show. I have a red one as well, they are the only two bras I own. I had worn them out as tops in the past to dance clubs in South Beach.
Over the bra I wore a thin see thru cropped lace top that had two ties to hold it closed in the front. I stepped back and over to the mirror on the closet door to check myself out.
I looked like a slutty high schooler or a prostitute, I felt like a hooker looking at myself in the mirror.
Feeling the excitement building I slipped on my three-inch platform shoes and waisted no more time. I was out the door with a little bit of cash in the top of my hose.
I was dying from anticipation wanting to hurry out of the hotel before someone recognized me from the conference.
Once outside I felt I was in the clear, the breezy street kept blowing the flap of the skirt open almost to my waist, showing off a bit more of my thigh. I had heard you wouldn't get in too much trouble for letting boobs expose in public, wasn't sure about the skirt exposing me. I just acted like I was oblivious and headed to the subway station.
In no time I was standing on the platform waiting on the train. I noticed a few guys in suits checking me out, those were the guys I was looking for, there were others as well, they just looked like they were up to no good.
It was a few minutes before the train finally arrived, I just followed the crowd onto the closest car when the doors opened. The car wasn't too crowded, which was a bit disappointing having read articles that the men liked to be anonymous when they groped women on the subway, wasn't like the videos of the oriental women that got molested in Asian subways.
It was several stops before the people were starting to pack the car, I ended up standing in front of two men that obviously knew each other as they talked about real estate. The next stop must have been near a business area because the car loaded up at that stop forcing me to take a step forward almost straddling the men's knees.
They both looked up and smiled at me, smiling back I gave them a wink.
Looking down I could see the skirt was parted halfway to my waist just like it felt, enough for the two men to suspect I wasn't wearing anything under the skirt. They looked several times but behaved themselves, much to my disappointment.
Two stops later it was getting crowded. I could feel people pressing against me from behind.
As the car lunged forward, I felt a hand touch my ass. I wasn't sure if it was intentional or not until I felt the squeeze, I shivered, "finally a pervert!"
The hand gently moved up and down my ass, I didn't respond to the touches, at least not physically. The thumb of the person ran up the outside of my skirt exploring my ass crack. I must have let out a sigh as the men in front of me looked up, I just smiled back again, as their eyes drifted to the bit wider opening my thigh.
The thumb then traveled down the back of my skirt, my heart raced knowing he was almost to the bottom of the skirt, only an inch or so of material kept my cheeks covered.
