No Panties Under Skirt PublicMy husband and I are both in our late fifties and we have been married for a number of years now. Yesterday my husband and I both had Friday off from work. We thought we would spend the day by first going to a bookstore. We parked in the outer/furthest section of the bookstore parking lot. My husband likes it when I don't wear panties under my skirt. I have to admit it gives me a thrill too. My favorite thing is when a male I don't know can get a real good look at my goods. Some women consider this part of a woman's body to be just too personal and too forbidden for men other than ones husband to see. I agree - that part of a woman's body is very personal and the most private, but the forbiddeness of exposure is what makes it so intensely exciting. If one goes to a place away from home and one is among people oneself has never saw before and will never see again, then why not. As long as one is not too brazen with it and as long as there is little or no risk of exposure around families or children, then the chances of someone calling the police are virtually zero.
As I was saying, we went to a large bookstore among the business district out in the burbs. Before we sat down we first selected about a half dozen very interesting books from various shelves and topics. In this bookstore, there were 2 sets of cushioned chair pairs a crossed from each other. My husband and I sat on one pair on one side and the other two cushioned chairs on the other side were at first empty. Now to make this work, one can't let on to the viewer that one knows that he knows. My husband and I agreed beforehand not to make eye contact with potential viewers. I must stay engrossed in the books, not letting on that I know that he knows.
When we got settled into the chairs, not only were my legs spread far enough apart (not too obviously wide, but wide enough to looked relaxed and be non-challant), but one leg was propped a bit on one of the chair arms so that I knew my privates were visible if a person sitting in one in the chairs acrosssed looked. It was a matter of time and a male who appeared to be in his mid-thirties was seeking a place to sit in order to read a book he had just selected. He sat down in a way as to have the very best view. At first the male appeared to be engrossed in his book. He would go between being engrossed in his book and scoping out the bookstore environment - looking at people passing and at different features in the bookstore.
Then that moment arrived, when he thought the coast was clear, he was looking - for a few prolonged seconds. It was a bit embarrassing, but I could feel my juices building up. I remained cool and steadfast in being engrossed in my books. The male repeated the same pattern, spending most of his time reading and scoping out the bookstore environment with his eyes and his head turning often. Apparently the viewer doesn’t want to make his sightseeing too obvious either. Again, his eyes would go back under my skirt fixating for a few more seconds. A thrill was going up and down my spine. I could feel my ***** changing; I was getting horny. When a woman gets sexually exited her vaginal lips swell, redden and stretch open as to make the insides more visible. Small amounts of girl gue seep out and her vaginal area moistens. These situations are the most horny I ever get. I could also feel the urine building up in my blatter as well, but this intensifies the excitement. The male would sometimes look over at my husband, with a look in his eyes like - I hope he doesn’t figure out what I'm doing and if he somehow knows, I hope he doesn’t mind. The male repeated this pattern six or seven more time - each time looking for a few seconds longer than the last time and each time my vaginal region getting redder and wetter.
Eventually the male left and I was randier than hell; I also needed to go the bathroom real bad. We decided to leave the bookstore, but I also decided not to go to the lady's room - because I knew exactly what I was going to do. When we walked out of the bookstore and started out to the parking lot, the wind was gustling. This was the time to let loose of my blatter. At first it was hard to get my urine to flow because of course this was an okward situation, but when I got the urine to flow it flowed and it was impossible to stop. I had to restrain the flow when I got it going so the urine stream would go as straight down of a flow as possible. The restrained of the flow also makes the pee come out slower and sloppier coating my legs with urine which make for a more erotic experience. Also, the wind would flip the skirt up every few seconds. I tried to not restrain it and if I was exposed, I was exposed. There weren't that many people in the parking lot. Needless to say, it was impossible to keep the skirt from getting wet. Several times my skirt was flopped up so completely so that anyone looking in that direction could see my bottomless bottom and my wet ****** and legs. A few people looked and caught a glimpse. It was embarrassing, but embarrassment increases sexual excitement and sexual excitement increases boldness. I had to act like it was an accident and hold it down a bit to make people think that I was trying to be modest. I also left a trail of pee. I hope people thought that I was so embarrassed about the exposure that I peed myself.
When we got back to the car I was so horny I felt like having my husband **** me right there and then. It would have been too risky and besides, our adventure wasn't over. I dried off with a towel that we always keep in the trunk. We needed groceries so we next went to a grocery store in this same vacinity where no one knew us. Again, we parked in the furthest part of the parking lot and again the wind was still out and my skirt would flip up, but this time I would have to restrain it more as to avoid exposure to children. When we got into the store I was embarrassed because my skirt was still a bit wet and I was worried about the possible odor from the dried pee on my legs. The beautiful thing was that no one knew us and would never see us again.
I had my husband push the cart and pick out the items. This freed up my hands to be placed at the helm of my skirt. I would see how daring I could be on how high I could lift that skirt hoping to expose as much bottom as I possibly could so on-looking males could get a good look; I would continuously keep my hand at my skirt's helm lifting it as I got bolder, letting it down if I got timid. Both my husband and I kept on the lookout to avoid minors or woman who might arrive in the aisles we occupied. Several males saw, but I acted like I wasn't paying any attention - looking like I was pre-occupied directing my husband on picking out items. I think some of the men got a pretty good look. Again, this made me very horny which caused my clitoris to protrude out from my vaginal lips which was in clear view, again I had to use the rest room but again waited to go. I very discreetly took off my bra and unbuttoned several buttons on my blouse before we went to the check-out. I didn’t worry about getting into the shortest line this time because I enjoyed the fact that there was nothing separating my nipples from the material of my blouse.
I got into the line that had cutest young male cashier. I couple of the males who saw me earlier got into the same check-out line behind me even though it was the longest line by the time they lined up and the beautiful thing was that they were very patient; I wonder why? Luckily no one else got into our line after these males. When we got close enough to the check-out so that we were enclosed between the two shelves leading to both check-outs lanes on either side, I hiked my skirt all the way up again exposing my bare butt to the two males lined up behind us. I had to let it down again when more people lined up behind those males. The check-out guy was unusually attentive and helpful while trying to avoid making it seem too obvious that he liked what he saw. Also the manager came over and helped us pack our groceries.
When I got into the parking lot there was no wind this time and let loose my blatter just like last time. Just then a gush of wind surprised us. One of the men, who were apparently following us, saw and yelled out, "nice weather". It was embarrassing. Just after we packed the groceries and I dried off, I didn't care anymore. I took off my blouse completly in broad daylight - not caring anymore who saw. I then got on the passenger side topless. I put on my sun glasses just in case someone on the highway might know me. I hiked up my skirt and *********** the whole way home. Several men in trucks saw me, some honked. I came and creamed three times on the way home.
When we came home, my husband and I had the best sex we've had in years; he pounded me real real good. So what is the moral to this story? A typical complaint of husbands is that there wives don't put out enough. However, deep, deep down every woman is an exhibitionist - some just don't know it. There is nothing more thrilling to a woman than exposing herself to a complete male stranger - granted, she doesn't want to get busted. Give her what she wants, and then you will get what you want. Dare to bare, but be careful.
I experienced this on Friday, September 03, 2010; posted this on Saturday, September 04, 2010