A little more exposure

As exciting as this was, she wanted, no, needed more. More risk, more chances to be spotted. And yet, a part of her remembered subtlety, managed to remind her lust-addled mind that just stripping off and running through the parade wasn't how it should be.

And so, she quickly removed her shirt again, standing completely naked in an alley behind the vendors, exposed for anyone at either end to see. She glanced both ways, saw that no one paid this alley any attention, and moaned faintly, another wave of arousal crashing through her, her skin flushed with excitement. Her pussy was open and drooling at this point, her juices beginning to slick her inner thighs. She didn't know how much longer she could stave this orgasm off. She subconsciously rubbed her slick thighs together, moaning again even as she set to work on her shirt again.

This time, she managed to pay much better attention to what she was doing, electing to remove the rest of the material from the sides, down by the hem. After a few minutes of careful fraying and tearing, there was no material along her sides from armpit to thigh, only the hem itself holding the bottom of her dress together. She threw it over herself again, noting the increased breeze down there. A glance over her back showed almost half of each cheek was exposed from behind, and looking down the sides, she knew people could see right in.

Suppressing another moan, she set off again, again noticing just how hypersensitive her steaming flesh was. She slipped past people, relishing the breeze between her thighs, feeling the front of the shirt actually flutter a hair as it rubbed against other pedestrians. By the time she reached the start point of the parade, her left breast was completely exposed again, her stiff nipple brushing against random fabric, and even more tantalizing, random flesh. Voices accosted her, proclaiming her a harlot, a slut, the sexiest girl ever. She tugged the shirt back into place again, not caring when her careless tug simply exposed her right breast instead.

It was all so exciting! So risky, so thrilling! She felt the urge to open that 'V' in front further, to see what else she could get away with. She quietly slipped away into an alley between buildings, ducking behind a dumpster as she feverishly set to work again, her hands seemingly racing her libido for priority. Several times, she stopped, a hand wandering to a breast, or fingers dipping into her now-spasming pussy, before she finally finished what she was doing, and threw the shirt back on.

It covered nearly nothing! It now had straps, vice a front, which ran over her nipples, and not much more. She'd snapped the collar, giving them much more freedom to move, as well. The 'V' ran straight to the top of her slit. Her ass hung out the sides in back, and her pussy could be seen from the sides, too! Her knees shook, goosebumps covering her, as she stood, trying desperately not to masturbate. The excitement threatened to overflow her, her hands threatened to betray her, and she knew if she started, she wouldn't stop...