A little fun in the streets

Julie set off towards the street, padding confidently down the sunny walkway, towards the street. As she walked, she could feel her breasts swaying beneath the light cotton of the shirt, the soft material gently grazing her nipples as it shifted in response to their movement. Little thrills shot through her, and her thoughts turned back to her fantasies, and making some of them real. Thoughts of people seeing her, of her exhibiting herself before them, of her bribing someone for a lift....

Once again, she **** her mind off those fantasies, realizing she'd stopped less than twenty feet from the doors of the school, one of her hands dangerously close to her sopping slit, the other already beneath her shirt again, teasing a rock-hard nipple. She pulled her hands away again, tugging her shirt back into place over her breast. A quick glance showed no one was in sight on the side street her school resided on, and a small part of her was glad. She wanted to show herself off a bit, not be a wanton slut masturbating freely in the streets. That mental slap was enough to banish her raging hormones to the back of her mind, crowding into a corner with her rational side, murmuring, but not silent.

As she regained control of herself, Julie realized what her first step had to be. If she couldn't trust her wandering hands, she'd have to keep them away from her body. Striding down to the end of the walkway, Julie could feel her breasts swaying again, and a brief glance showed the front of the shirt was slowly bunching, her nipples slipping millimeter by millimeter towards freedom. With one last tug to adjust her shirt, she resolved to not fix it again until someone saw it and mentioned it to her.

Stepping onto the sidewalk, she turned up the street. As she did so, she could hear a sudden ruckus a few blocks away. That would be the local parade, getting ready to start it's big grand finale. There'd be great throngs of people there, plenty of eyes to see her and crowds to hide her! The mall wasn't that far off. Maybe she could head there, tease a few people, try on some clothes. Then again, if she went straight home, there'd still be plenty of opportunity to show herself off.