Brenda and Sam had just announced their engagement - a total surprise. Thing was, there wasn't a single bottle of champagne in the entire house. Now that the party was going to be really rocking, we could also do with more beer. Being the only sober person at the party, the responsibility fell onto Alex to drive me to the liquor store.
Alex pulled her 4x4 up, as I made sure things would be okay while I was gone. As I climbed into the cab, Alex let out a whistle. "Just stop right there girl!" Peering over her sunglasses, her eyes sent laser beams at my crotch. Alex's truck is pretty high, I didn't realize that my super short denim skirt had ridden up and Alex was getting a free view of my panty covered crotch. As she started the truck moving, I pulled down my skirt, completely embarrassed. Her black eye brows were two pointed peaks over the tops of her wayfarers.
Dave, my husband, loves my body. He says his friends, guys and girls, think I'm pretty hot too - I do get a decent amount of attention.
Right after our honeymoon, Dave took over my underwear drawer. "No more granny underwear," he said. My choices are now limited to tiny thongs and see-through things straight from the swamp of the male imagination. It was a big change for me, but eventually I got used to it. He was the only one seeing them anyway, and he loves knowing that I'm all sexy under my clothes. I used to remind him that I was actually naked under my clothes, but that just made his dick hard.
He also likes me to keep my pussy bare. He loves my pussy, and it certainly loves all the attention it gets from him. It's a special part of me that I keep perfect, and wet, just for him - he's the only one who sees it.
Well, except for Alex just then. That seemed to make her pretty excited.
It was a long dusty drive into town. We listened to the radio, sang, and had a great girl ride. I could swear that I saw Alex rub her crotch a few times when she thought I wasn't looking.
It was the only store for thirty miles, and on a weekend, the place was crowded. She eased the big truck into the full parking lot, and was over at the passenger side before I could even get my seatbelt off. Damn, that girl was wanting another look at my panties, and she wasn't the least bit shy about it. There were big trucks on either side of us, so I decided to give her a little show. As I was climbing down, twice I opened my legs wide, showing off the little triangle of cloth over my pussy. I made sure it was pulled up enough so the bottom of my lips were sticking out. I also made sure to "accidentally" stick my bare ass in her face. She was loving all of it.
As soon as I hit the ground, Alex hooked the straps of my panties with both thumbs. Before I could say a word, my thong was around my ankles and off. I was so shocked I could only manage to get out a little squeak before she tossed the flimsy thing through the open door of the truck. It caught on the bottom of the steering wheel. Her accuracy was impressive.
Alex walked to the front door of the store and held it wide open for me as she flashed me a wicked grin.
I was lucky that I was shaven. The hem of my skirt only barely covered my crotch, and any stragglers would have been a dead give away. Taking small steps to keep my skirt down, I walked into the store.
I was trying to look as normal as possible. Of course, that's the best way to attract a lot of attention, and sure enough, that was what was happening. I can understand some of it, Alex is a hottie after all. But people could tell something was up with us.
Alex lead us over to the beer cooler, where she pointed out her favorite brews. The longer we stood there in the cold air, the harder our nipples got. Alex doesn't seem to own a bra, and thanks to my husband neither do I. Soon enough each of us had two sharp points sticking out from our tops. I wanted to move somewhere else, but Alex wouldn't have it. I could tell that behind her sunglasses, she was devouring my chest with her eyes. Alex asked me to grab a six pack high up on the shelf for her. As I reached for it, there was a rush of cool air under my skirt. I put it in the cart as fast as I could so I could pull my skirt back down. Alex was no help at all, she just watched with pure delight.
"I've got you now, dirty girl," Alex told me. "You've just shown your ass to a busy liquor store. Wait until I tell your husband."
I loved the idea of being a dirty girl much more than I dare to admit, but the idea that Dave would find out scared me to death. A chill ran through me, and it wasn't from the beer cooler.
"Please don't tell Dave," I pleaded to Alex.
"We'll see about that, dirty girl. You're walking around a crowded liquor store with no panties on, flashing your snatch." I took a quick look down to make sure I was still covered..
"I'm not flashing," I protested.
"Not yet," Alex smiled, as we walked down the aisle. "Follow me."
I was happy to see that she was guiding us over to the expensive wine aisle, which I knew would be deserted. When we got to the middle of the aisle, she pointed out a fancy bottle on the lowest shelf, and making a slow bend at the waist she moved her face in to look at it closely.
"What do you think of this one?"
I could tell what she wanted. I looked behind me to make sure the aisle was still empty, and slowly bent at the waist. The skirt slid up the curve of my ass. I could feel my pussy open behind me like a rocket ready to launch me to the moon.
"You're showing your pussy now, dirty girl," Alex whispered as she licked her lips. "What if someone sees us?"
She had me stay in that position forever, until we finally straightened up. I adjusted myself as we moved to a different aisle. I have to admit that being a dirty girl was kind of exciting, and I was getting warm down there. In the next aisle, Alex focused on a bottle displayed low on the shelf. This time, I was horrified to see her spread her long muscular legs wide and squat down until she was eye level with the bottle. Her tight yoga pants strained tight over her sweet crotch, but at least she was covered.
