Despite my recent experiences, I hadn't really explored my passion for exhibitionism away from the home and garden and places and people I was familiar with. With my aunt's encouragement, I'd been dressing more daringly. I had resolved to be more confident, taking chances to 'be naughty when the opportunity arose, as I had in the library. I'd been turned on when a dog walker had seen me taking a pee after being caught short while jogging. And was intrigued with the idea of teasing a stranger.
Having recently passed my test, my aunt had encouraged me to buy a little second-hand car. I was proud of it, as most are proud of their first, and had taken it for a full valet and clean.
On picking it up, I realised I'd skipped lunch. So I stopped to do a little shopping and have coffee at the local mall, sitting in a reasonably secluded corner on receiving my order.
I was dressed in a white silk blouse and had flirted a little with the guy who had served me, more than aware of just how sheer it was. In addition to this, several buttons were open, exposing a good deal of cleavage as I leant on the counter.
Oh, and I wasn't wearing a bra, so the darker shade of my nipples showed slightly. The young guy had been quite red by the time he had finished taking my order, making me smile and wonder if he'd be thinking of me when masturbating.
My skirt was short and pleated with a hemline daringly (or perhaps riskily) resting an inch above mid-thigh, and the tiniest of thongs left me almost bare under the skirt.
I saw a middle-aged guy sitting facing me, pretending to read a newspaper. He had been stealing glances, perhaps having also noticed the dark of my nipples showing through the blouse.
His focus seemed to switch between my breasts and peeking under the table as I was showing a great deal of leg, my skirt laying pretty far up my thighs.
Reaching under the table, I rested my hand on my thigh just below the hem of my skirt. Then looking directly at the guy, wondering what reaction I'd get, I slowly dragged the skirt over my thigh to about an inch off my barely concealed crotch.
If the guy couldn't see the white of my panties peeking out from under my skirt, then he was blind.
His gaze was now locked between my thighs, his mouth slightly open. He glanced around the area, perhaps to make sure what he was seeing was his secret, so my daring flash hadn't gone unnoticed.
I also looked around quickly, not worried but curious if anyone else could see. Still, there was no one else but the staff.
Feeling incredibly horny, I wondered how far I could push things
Would I chicken out?
Would he?
Taking a breath, I decided to go further.
Lifting my bum just a tiny bit, I pulled the skirt so far over my thighs that it exposed my panties completely, then sat forward on the edge of the seat, leant back and opened my knees.
By now, he was fidgeting around a lot, the look on this face one of complete concentration.
Thighs spread, I hooked a finger in my thong and pulled it to the side, uncovering a neat spars strip of fair hair. My pussy was partially obscured by my hand until I started slowly parting the lips, spreading them with my fingers.
