I want more

Sue sat alone on a park bench, the sun was warm and the breeze gentle against her bare arms. She hadn’t bothered with her cardigan and the sunlight turned her light blouse into a translucent veil. She stretched her arms along the back of the bench, tilting her face skyward and closing her eyes.

Her thoughts were a swirl of guilt and craving.

The incident with the tramp still unnerved her, that had been animistic and out of her control but what had happened at the school… that had been her choice. Her decision. And if she was honest with herself, she had loved being seen.

She bit her lip. shame flooded her body.

What would Eric say? What would he do if he ever found out?

She thought of her husband’s quiet loyalty, the lifeless comfort of their sexless routine. The contrast was almost painful. A snap of a twig pulled her from her thoughts. Her eyes opened, and she spotted an elderly man walking his dog nearby. He was staring.

Their eyes met, and he quickly looked away, hurrying on.

Sue blinked, puzzled — until she looked down.

The buttons on her blouse had come loose. Her left breast had slipped completely free, pale and exposed to the open park. Her breath caught in her throat, and a rush of blood hit her cheeks. She quickly tugged the blouse closed, heart hammering.

How long had I been like that? How many saw?

A tremor of fear passed through her, but it was quickly replaced by something darker. Warmer. She felt it bloom low in her belly, that unmistakable, guilty thrill.

It had been an accident. But it had felt so good.

A wicked idea crept into her mind " What if I showed myself again? Just for a second. Just enough to feel that rush… and vanish".

The thought took root fast.

She stood, blouse clutched to her chest, and walked briskly from the park. With each step toward the city centre, her mind spun with possibilities.

Eventually, she reached her destination: a mid-range clothing shop tucked beside a shoe store. It catered to both men and women, discreet and unfussy. Perfect.

She found exactly what she needed, a long black trench coat, belted at the waist, she made her way toward the unisex changing rooms, her skin buzzing with excitement.

Inside the small cubicle, she faced the full length mirror. Her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned her blouse and slid her skirt down her thighs. In moments, she stood naked, fully exposed, her reflection watching her with a growing wetness between her legs.

Outside, she heard footsteps. Breathing. Someone had taken the cubicle beside hers. The curtain between them swayed slightly.

Sue bit her lip, her heart pounding. She moved to the corner and bent over, angling her body so that the thick curtain opened just enough, a deliberate slip. From the mirror’s reflection, she could see into the shop.

Anyone passing could see everything.

She held the pose, her bare hips, her most intimate area exposed and imagined unseen eyes drinking her in. A gasp rang out, it was a female, startled.

Sue flinched and pulled the curtain closed in one motion. Her heart felt like a drum in her chest.

Did I get away with that?

Her nipples stood stiff, her skin dappled with goosebumps. She took a breath, composed herself, and reached for the coat. She slipped it over her bare body, tying the belt tight around her waist. No underwear. No safety net. Just skin beneath fabric.

She placed her blouse and skirt into her handbag and stepped out.

At the checkout, a young man, no more than twenty, awkward, spotty, uninterested — barely glanced at her.

“Just the coat, please,” she said softly. “I’ll wear it out.”

He nodded and rang it up. She handed over her card, nearly free… until he stopped her.

“Uh, sorry, Mrs. Gotta remove the security tag.”

Sue froze. Shit.

She patted herself down, fingers finding the hard plastic just under her left arm. Her voice trembled slightly. “Ah… would you mind? I can’t quite reach.”

He stood up, holding the tag remover. “Store policy. I don’t need you to take it off, just open the coat so I can get to the tag.”

Sue looked around. The shop was mostly empty.

She untied the belt and opened the coat, slowly. Her naked body was revealed, pink nipples stiff with tension and her shaven pussy. The boy's eyes widened. His hands shook as he reached for the tag, fingers brushing dangerously close to her breast.

He stared, lips slightly parted. He was completely overwhelmed.

When the tag finally came free, Sue smiled, letting the coat fall closed again.

“Happy?” she asked, her voice a purr.

He nodded mutely, still holding the tag like it might bite him.

Sue turned and walked out of the shop, a smile tugging at her lips.

Time to have some fun.