Convenience store

You don't have much in the way of food. You have some packs of instant ramen and a few Hot Pockets. This is a good opportunity to stock up. You get in your car. You lift up the sweatshirt just a bit as you sit down because you want to feel your bare ass on the seat. You just like the feeling of your nether region touching things that aren't clothes.

You drive to the convenience store and park next to another car. A man is getting into his car. You do your best impersonation of a Hollywood actress and get out of the car by splaying your legs out, making sure the man can see your cunt very clearly. You stand up and the sweatshirt falls back into place as if nothing happened. The man is left looking like he can't process what just happened. This is going to be fun!

You go inside the convenience store. There are at least seven people inside including the cashier. You go to the instant lunch aisle. You reach your hand to grab the handle and your sweatshirt rides up, allowing all the customers to see part of your bare ass. You pretend not to notice. At this point, it's still possible from the customers' perspective that you're just wearing a very thin thong. You look around inside the freezer unit and you're glad you chose the sweatshirt today. Naked or even in a t-shirt would have been too cold for you. You intentionally reach up to grab something high up on your tip toes. You remove all doubt from the other customers' minds. They can clearly see you are bottomless under that sweatshirt as your entire ass and even your hips come fully into view, no fabric to be seen. A couple customers closer to you have positioned themselves so they can try to see your front.

You get your item and, like before, you let the hoodie drop back down to cover you like a curtain on your act. Instead of an encore, you give them an even better show. You reach for some lunches at the bottom of the freezer. Instead of squatting down like a normal person, you bend at the waist, letting them see your pussy peeking out between your legs. And they can tell from looking at it that you are enjoying showing it off as much as they are enjoying seeing it. You are kind of hoping some adventurous guy sticks his dick inside you while you're in this position, especially since it looks like it really wants to be filled right now, but nothing like that happens. You get your lunches and stand straight up, making the curtain fall on your second act. You move over to the canned food aisle and all the customers seem to shift to positions where they can see you. You squat down, but you do it with your butt down and your knees up in a stance that's wider than necessary. You showed them your pussy from the back, now they need to see your cunt from the front. You take your time looking through the selections as your fluid drips on the floor. You make your selection and move to another aisle and repeat the same pose. You drop one of your items under one of the shelves and get on your knees with your ass in the air and your legs to your sides and your head down "looking for your item". You are now presenting to the whole store. They can see your butthole. They can see your labia. They can see up your vagina. They can see your juices cascading down your legs and one single strand of your love juices hanging from your pussy. Your sweatshirt hangs down a bit, so the customers closest to you can even make out that you're totally naked under your sweatshirt. You let them stare are this glorious sight for a full minute. You grab your item and stand up. But despite the curtain being lowered once again on your show, the strand of arousal is still hanging under the hem of the sweatshirt until it finally falls to the floor.

Satisfied, you bring your items to the register to a stunned looking cashier. He rings you up. Crap! You forgot to grab your money! You ask if there's any way to pay. He asks for your sweatshirt. You strip it off and stand completely nude before the whole store. Your hard nipples, your overly aroused cunt, your beautiful ass. All of it being watched and recorded by the customers. "Is there any way to get my comfy sweatshirt back? I love it so much!" you ask with puppy dog eyes and pouty lips.