She walks

The warmth of a late-spring day greeted Donna as she stepped outside, a few clouds lazily drifting by as the sun kissed her nearly-nude body. With weather this good, it would be a shame to hide herself in her car. Besides, what good would wearing those annoying flip-flops be, if she didn't walk around enough to allow them to do their thing?

Flashing another radiant smile at the world around her, Donna headed up the street. A slight breeze blew by, making her shirt flutter, precariously close to flashing her slit to the world. It tugged gently at the ragged edges of the straps running over her breasts, teasing the idea of them shifting aside, but not actually moving them. A thought flitted through Donna's mind, a slight wish for a bit more wind, and she sighed at her moment of wishful thinking. A faint pulse of heat in her loins accompanied the thought, the first vestiges of her desires kicking off, and she craved more.

But not now. Not immediately. As much as she loved to be naked, as much as she relished flaunting herself, when she was in control, it wouldn't be as fun if she just went straight to nude. This shirt was designed to tease, both her and her potential audiences, and she wanted to relish every second of that teasing wonder today. No, she'd restrain herself, stay covered unless an opportunity presented itself. She'd be one hell of a tease, and nothing more today.

An older man approached from ahead of her, doing a brief double-take as he realized just how much nubile skin was on display. She favored him with a bright smile and a chirpy "Hello!," then felt her smile widen a bit more as he stumbled over his words, his head turning to watch her as she passed him by. She could feel his gaze the entire time, wandering from the jiggle of her barely-covered breasts, to her almost-showing vulva, then to that teasing hint of butt crack as she passed him by. She gave a slight wiggle of her hips and ass, entirely for his benefit, and suppressed a slight giggle as she heard the scuff of a shoe catching concrete and the faint exclamation of a man trying to not fall on his face.

Oh yes, this dress was going to be fun!