Of Course Not!

As the line shortened and Sarah approached the cashier her jeans took every liberty in sticking out her round ass. Sarah exchanged quick greetings with the cashier, an older woman in her mid thirties. She scanned the few items Sarah brought and a mischievous outfit teased it's occupant. While making her show off her body her bra began to gently knead her breasts. A faint blush crossed Sarah's face from the public groping. The cashier took notice of her flushed face and gave a quizzical look. Sarah returned a nervous smile and fished into her purse to find her wallet. Finding it and taking her card out took little time, the cashier bagged her items and slid them to the end of the counter for Sarah to pick up as she left. Sarah inserted her card into the reader and put in her pin. While doing so her panties began to vigorously play with her clit and her bra firmly grasped her tits. Sarah gasped at the sudden pleasurable sensations and the cashier looked at her slightly perturbed. "Is everything alright?" She asked Sarah. In reply Sarah let out a muffled "Mhmmmm." Trying her best not to moan in public. With a disapproving look, the cashier finalized the transaction.

Grabbing the bags, her jeans resumed their sexual strut out of the store. Sarah kept her lips tightly sealed to keep herself from making any unwanted noise while her underwear played with her body. Her jeans turned her the direction of her apartment and made quick work of getting there. During the walk her underwear toned down their play, gradually slowing down to a tease before stopping entirely just as she reached her building. Coming to her door, Sarah had taken the time to recover from the play while ascending the building's stairs. Once inside the safety of her apartment she gave a disapproving look towards her shirt. "That was a little much, don't ya think?" This was the wrong thing to say.

The bags floated away from her and the groceries began to put themselves away. Sarah, meanwhile, felt her legs jerked around as the outfit began walking towards the door. "Hey! Where are we going?!" There was no response and her door shut behind her, smacking Sarah on the ass in the process. Sarah let out a tired "Damn it." As her jeans walked her down the stairs and out of the building again.

A ten minute walk back to the park left Sarah feeling confused. Whispering she asked "What are we doing here?" Again there was no response. Looking around Sarah spotted a crowd of people dancing. "A dance party? In the park? Why would we- oh no." The realization came over Sarah that she was about to join a bunch of strangers in a random dance party in the middle of the park. Thumping music could be heard as she came closer and closer to the crowd. There was a small stage with metal railings along the sides with speakers blasting the music. Joining the crowd, her jeans began to roll her hips to the beat and a bracelet that snuck into her pocket slipped around her empty wrist. With help from her shirt, her arms were raised above her head as she was danced around. Several minutes passed by and Sarah's dance changed with every new song. One song her hand was tangled in her hair while the other caressed her body and her legs were spread wide as her hips moved side to side with the beat. For another her hands were brought down and kept chest level with her elbows bent at her side as her hips rolled back and forth before transitioning to side to side with her hands moving to her waistline. Sarah tried her best to keep the dancing from getting to sensual but it was futile. Giving up, She opted to just enjoy the music and submit to her clothes.

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