About how you'd expect.

As I emerge back onto the store floor, a couple of other shoppers cast idle glances my way that quickly become wide-eyed stares. I hear someone audibly gasp. I don't pay much attention, though the attention does make my lips curl; I've always been a little bit of an exhibitionist, and I certainly don't mind people checking me out.

"Wh—m-ma'am, what are you doing?"

I turn to see the purple-haired attendant staring at me in obvious shock, clearly shaken from her boredom. "Oh, I just figured I'd stay naked while I grab some more things to try on," I explain. "Y'know, why waste the time putting my own stuff back on when I'm just gonna take it off again? I hope you don't mind."

Her mouth moves soundlessly for a moment. "That's...you...." She stops, closes her eyes a moment. "Y'know what?" When she opens them, they're filled with the same disinterest as before. "I don't get paid enough to give a shit."

I can't help but chuckle. "'Preciate it." With that, I set off toward the swimwear section once more, on the hunt for a more flattering bikini.

As I make my way there, I can't help but notice this actually feels pretty nice. The cool air on my skin, the jiggling of my butt as I walk, all out here in the open...it's surprisingly liberating. I've never gone naked in public before; maybe I should more often. The continued attention from other shoppers as I pass is a nice ego boost, too. One young guy, picking his jaw up off the floor as he spots me coming his way, scrambles to pull out his phone and point it at me, obviously snapping pictures. I think about telling him to cut it out, but push the idea aside—if he wants something for his spank bank, why should I care? Indeed, I find myself wanting to make it a little more interesting for him. Flashing him a grin as I draw closer, I cup my right tit again, giving my nipple ring another tug and sticking out my tongue. The knowledge that I probably just made his month gives me a naughty thrill.

I soon arrive back at the swimwear. With the season, no surprise it's crowded, several women poring over the racks while a couple of boyfriends obligingly nod when asked their opinion. As I approach and begin browsing through another display of bikinis, the general hum of activity slows, then stops, each pair of eyes slowly turning to me. Again, I do my best to ignore them, though the warmth in my chest grows.

I hear someone clear their throat. "Uh, hey...you okay?" Glancing up, I'm faced with a middle-aged woman, white, with stylish auburn hair and sunglasses on her forehead. She looks concerned, but more curious than outraged.

I nod. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just didn't see the point in putting my clothes back on until I'm done trying stuff."

She blinks, then gives a slow nod in return. "Huh...I...I guess that makes sense."

There's a bit of an awkward silence. Then, seeming to decide it's not her problem, the stranger gives me an uncertain sort of wave and goes back to her own display. I take the opportunity to do the same. There has to be something here in a color that looks good on me....