Somehow no

As soon as she was in the next aisle along, Felicity turned so that she could see the store owner. If he'd seen her, she wanted to give him a defiant look. She let out a breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding when she saw that his back was turned. He was grabbing something from the liquor shelves behind him at the request of the customer paying for their goods.

Felicity looked around. A new customer - a black man in his fifties - had just stepped through the front door and was making his way through the first aisle. At the very last aisle, looking through the wall of refrigerators there, was a white woman about Felicity's age. That made three customers and the store owner in total. Not too busy, but not so few people as to make it boring either. As she made her way up this aisle, Felicity made no attempt to hide herself with the basket. She kept it low and slightly behind her, leaving her bare hips and erect clit on full display.

As she reached the end of this aisle, however, she felt the urge to do something more daring. She'd been bottomless for the last two aisles now, and she wanted to take things a step further. She looked up at the corner of the room, and saw a security camera staring back at her. She'd known it was there, of course; it was part of her plan. If the police happened to get involved in this stunt then video evidence showing she'd been obeying the rules was absolutely vital. It also meant, however, that she couldn't remove her top. If she did, she'd be violating the 'no shirt, no shoes' rule.

How far could she stretch that rule, though?

As she reached the penultimate aisle, she decided to risk it. The shelves were tall enough to hide her from the neck down, so she'd still be concealed from the others. She lowered the basket to the ground and then grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it up, raising it above her breasts. She then bunched the material up beneath her armpits and clamped her arms down. She bounced on her heels, causing her now-freed breasts to jump up and down with her. She was still wearing her t-shirt, of course, but now it was only covering her from her neck down to the top of her chest.

Retrieving the basket was... interesting. She couldn't move the top of her arms without the t-shirt falling back into place so she found herself having to squat down on the spot, spreading her knees wide as she fumbled with the basket handle.

It was at this point that the young woman left the refrigerator and headed towards the counter. She passed the aisle where Felicity now squatted, spread-legged and naked from the neck down. Felicity's heart jumped into her mouth.