Gretchen woke before her alarm went off as the sun streamed in her windows. It took her a few moments to remember that in her desperation she had opened her bedroom blinds. Part of her found the whole thing embarrassing, but part of her smiled at the memories of how she had felt. Lazily she returned her hand to her sex, and stroked herself gently as she thought of the previous evening.
"Better not start that again," she thought with a smile, and got herself out of bed. For the second morning in a row, she made her coffee in the nude. She felt kind of exposed in her kitchen with nothing on, but she guessed that was the point. She showered and laid her clothes out, and then stayed naked while she did her hair and makeup. Only when she was just ready to leave did she put her clothes on. It wasn't any big deal, but it made her feel kind of naughty.
While she felt better than the day before, work was still a struggle. She kept thinking about last night, about getting caught mid-orgasm in the bathroom. She was so embarrassed that she figured she could never go back to the coffee shop, but it got her all wet just thinking about it. She wore a skirt that came down to mid-calf, along with a pale blue short-sleeve sweater. It wasn't super sexy or anything, but it made her feel feminine. She did like the fact that when she sat at her desk she could stroke her bare legs. Nothing too overt, just enough to feel good.
Petra called her cell around 3:00 again. Gretchen was at her desk so she couldn't talk for long, and certainly couldn't say anything about last night's events, so they quickly agreed to meet after Gretchen finished her workout and they could get some dinner and maybe go shopping. The rest of the day at work dragged out so slowly it was painful, and Gretchen caught herself several times opening and clenching her thighs as her body sought some release.
Going to the gym and getting some exercise helped mellow her out at bit, and she resisted the idea of masturbating in the shower. She had a private stall with a curtain, but even with her new adventurism it was too much of a risk. But it did get her thinking, and once she got dressed she had a totally wicked thought. Before she could change her mind, she reached under her skirt, peeled her panties down, and then threw them in the trash on her way out the door. No way she could change her mind now.
She and Petra met up at Gretchen's place, drove together over to a nearby mall, and grabbed some dinner at a salad bar place. They talked and ate together and Gretchen felt like she was going to burst. When they were almost finished, she just couldn't hold it in any longer. "I don't have any panties on! I took them off at the gym and threw them in the trash." She giggled as she described what she'd done.
Petra's eyebrows went up. "Wow. That's pretty good -- there may be hope for you yet." She smiled sweetly at her friend. "Let's go have you try on some clothes that go with that." As they walked across the lot to the mall, Gretchen's stomach started to flutter. It was one thing to not have panties on while she had the long skirt on, but she worried about trying on other outfits.
First, they stopped in at one of the anchor department stores, but they didn't really see anything that either of them wanted. They strolled through the mall, arm in arm, looking at the various stores. The next place they stopped was for the younger set, but they both still qualified to shop there. As they went through the racks, Petra came over and handed Gretchen a skirt and top.
"Why don't you go first?" Petra suggested. "Just be sure to come back out here and model it, for everyone.' She emphasized the "everyone" when she said it. Gretchen headed back into the changing area, got into a booth, and put on the outfit. It was a jean skirt that came to her mid thigh, and a white sleeveless top. She had worn one of her "business woman" bras that had foam cups that hid everything, so the T was pretty safe, and while she felt very risquΓ© in the skirt with no panties, there was no actual chance she'd expose herself. She walked out to Petra, who made her spin around a couple times to show off the outfit. While there was nothing overtly sexual about it, Gretchen found herself getting aroused just by being bossed around, and in anticipation of being exposed. There were a few other girls in the store, plus two guys. The guys had seemed totally bored until they noticed Gretchen's little show.
Petra kind of frowned at the outfit, and suggested that it wasn't quite right. She handed Gretchen another one and went back to browsing while Gretchen went to change. This outfit was a little more adventurous. It was an orange one shoulder top and a small black wrap-around skirt. The top was pretty sexy, but with her bra on it didn't really show much. The skirt, however, was definitely risky. It only came halfway down from her crotch to her knees, plus the wrap around would slip open showing even more thigh as she walked. On top of that, she didn't really like it. The black and orange combo looked like a Halloween costume, not something she would wear out. Resigned to her fate, Gretchen took a deep breath and walked back out to Petra to show off. The two guys were still there, and they were definitely checking her out now. Gretchen asked Petra what she thought, and slowly did the spin to show front and back.
"It looks dumb with your bra on," Petra frowned, "why don't you take it off?" Gretchen gulped, the top might show a lot more without the industrial strength bra under it. But she wasn't going back into that "vanilla girl" discussion.
"All right," she said reluctantly, "I'll be right back."