The Poké Mart

As Cynthia adjusted the coat's sleeves, the fabric rustled softly, drawing Ryder's attention to the way the coat's hem framed her legs, showcasing the black lace panties that peeked out from beneath. The sight sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt his pulse quicken with anticipation. Cynthia's eyes seemed to gleam with a knowing light, as if she was aware of the effect she was having on him.

Ryder's eyes lingered on Cynthia's legs, the black lace panties peeking out from beneath the coat's hem, before he finally tore his gaze away. A slow smile spread across his face as he took a step back, his eyes never leaving Cynthia's. "Alright, now that you're... suitably attired," he said, his voice low and husky, "I think it's time we went shopping."

Cynthia's eyebrows arched slightly, a hint of curiosity sparking in her eyes. "Shopping?" she repeated, her voice neutral.

Ryder nodded, his smile growing wider. "Yes, shopping. We're going to the Poké Mart.

Ryder's eyes lingered on Cynthia's legs, the black lace panties peeking out from beneath the coat's hem, before he finally tore his gaze away. A slow smile spread across his face as he took a step back, his eyes never leaving Cynthia's. "Alright, now that you're... suitably attired," he said, his voice low and husky, "I think it's time we went shopping."

Cynthia's eyebrows arched slightly, a hint of curiosity sparking in her eyes. "Shopping?" she repeated, her voice neutral.

Ryder nodded, his smile growing wider. "Yes, shopping. We're going to the Poké Mart. I need to pick up a few things, and I think you could use some... accessorizing." He chuckled to himself, clearly amused by his own joke.

As Ryder turned to lead the way to the Poké Mart, Cynthia fell into step beside him, her black coat billowing behind her like a dark cloud. The soft rustle of the fabric and the gentle creak of the leather sleeves were the only sounds she made as she walked, her eyes fixed intently on Ryder's back. The sunlight caught the delicate curves of her face, highlighting the sharp angles of her cheekbones and the determined set of her jaw.

Ryder, sensing her gaze, smiled to himself as he pushed open the door to the Poké Mart.

Ryder led Cynthia into the Poké Mart, the bell above the door jingling as they entered. The store was bustling with activity, trainers and their Pokémon milling about, browsing the shelves and chatting with each other. The smell of freshly baked Poké Puffs wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of fresh produce and other sundry items.

Ryder made a beeline for the counter, where a young man with spiky brown hair and a bright red apron stood, chatting with a customer.

As Ryder approached the counter, the young man with spiky brown hair looked up, his eyes widening in surprise as he took in Cynthia's attire. His gaze lingered on the black lace bra and panties visible beneath the hem of her coat, before quickly darting away, a flush rising to his cheeks. Ryder chuckled to himself, amused by the young man's reaction.

the young man had been chatting with turned to see what had caught his attention, and her eyes also widened in surprise as she took in Cynthia's bold outfit. She looked away quickly, a mixture of shock and curiosity on her face.

The customer, a young woman with short blonde hair and a bright pink backpack, looked at Cynthia's black lace panties with a mixture of shock and curiosity. She couldn't help but stare, despite herself, as the fabric was a bit see-through, revealing the outline of Cynthia's form beneath.

Ryder noticed the woman's gaze and couldn't help but chuckle to himself. He turned to Cynthia, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Looks like you've got an admirer," he said, nodding towards the woman.

Cynthia's gaze flickered towards the woman, her expression unreadable. For a moment, the two women locked eyes, the air thick with tension. Then, Cynthia's attention returned to Ryder, her eyes narrowing slightly as she raised an eyebrow. "I think you're enjoying this a bit too much," she said, her voice low and even.

Ryder's chuckle deepened, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Maybe just a little," he admitted, his gaze drifting back to the woman, who was still staring at Cynthia's outfit with a mixture of fascination and shock. The woman's face was slowly turning pink, and Ryder could tell she was struggling to look away.

Ryder's voice was low and husky as he spoke, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Pull down your panties, Cynthia," he said, his words hanging in the air like a challenge. The woman with the pink backpack gasped, her eyes widening in shock as she stared at Ryder, her face pale. The young man with spiky brown hair behind the counter looked like he was about to faint, his eyes fixed on Cynthia's face as if waiting for her reaction.

Cynthia's expression didn't change, but her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at Ryder. For a moment, the two of them just stared at each other, the air thick with tension.

Cynthia's eyes never left Ryder's face as she slowly reached down and grasped the waistband of her black lace panties. The woman with the pink backpack gasped again, her eyes fixed on Cynthia's hands as if mesmerized. The young man behind the counter looked like he was about to pass out, his face pale and sweaty.

Cynthia's fingers closed around the delicate fabric, and she began to pull the panties down, inch by inch. The sound of the fabric sliding down her legs was audible in the sudden silence of the Poké Mart. The woman with the pink backpack took a step back, her eyes wide with shock, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Cynthia's panties were now down to her ankles, and she kicked them aside, stepping out of them with a grace that belied the situation. The woman with the pink backpack let out a small gasp, her hand flying to her mouth as she watched. The young man behind the counter had gone completely pale, his eyes fixed on Cynthia's legs as if he was in a trance.

Ryder's smile grew wider as he watched Cynthia's display, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Very good," he said, his voice low and approving.

Ryder's gaze dropped to Cynthia's bare legs, taking in the smooth, toned skin and the curve of her calves. He couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at her boldness, the way she had so willingly and unapologetically bared herself in front of him and the other customers.

Cynthia bent down, her black coat billowing around her as she picked up her black lace panties from the floor. She straightened up, her eyes meeting Ryder's for a brief moment before she dropped them on the counter. The young man behind the counter stared at them, his mouth hanging open in shock. The woman with the pink backpack looked like she was about to faint, her face pale and her eyes wide.

As Cynthia's panties lay on the counter, the young man's gaze drifted downward, his eyes fixed on the spot where her coat had opened up, revealing a glimpse of her bare skin. Ryder's eyes followed, his pupils dilating as he took in the sight of Cynthia's smooth, shaved pussy. The woman with the pink backpack let out a tiny gasp, her eyes wide with shock as she stared at the same spot, her face burning with a mixture of embarrassment and fascination.

Ryder's eyes never left Cynthia's face as he reached out and picked up six Ultra Balls from the shelf, his fingers closing around them with a soft clinking sound. He then turned to the counter and picked up five Full Restores, the packets rustling softly as he gathered them up. The young man behind the counter watched him, his eyes still fixed on Cynthia's bare skin, his face pale and sweaty.

Ryder's gaze met the young man's, and he raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on his lips. "Will these do?" he asked, his voice low and husky, as he nodded towards Cynthia's black lace panties, which still lay on the counter.

The young man behind the counter snapped out of his trance, his eyes darting to Ryder's face, then down to the black lace panties on the counter. He nodded slowly, his face still pale but a hint of understanding in his eyes. "Yes, these will do," he said, his voice shaky.

Ryder's smile grew wider as he picked up the panties, his fingers brushing against the delicate fabric. He could still feel the heat of Cynthia's body, the dampness of her arousal. He could hardly believe what had just happened, but he couldn't deny the excitement that surged through him.

Cynthia's eyes met Ryder's, a hint of a smile playing on her lips as she asked, "What now? Shall I go round half naked?" Her voice was low and husky, and it sent a shiver down Ryder's spine. He felt a surge of excitement at the thought of her walking around in her current state, her black lace bra and coat barely covering her.

Ryder's eyes locked onto Cynthia's, a mischievous glint dancing in their depths. "Actually," he said, his voice low and husky, "I think you should give the good people of this Poké Mart a proper show before we leave." He nodded towards the coat, his gaze drifting down to the spot where it draped over her legs. "Open it up, Cynthia. Let them see what they've been staring at."

Cynthia's smile grew wider, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She raised an eyebrow, her gaze never leaving Ryder's face, as she slowly began to open her black coat. The fabric parted, revealing the black lace bra that barely contained her breasts.

As the black coat parted, the woman with the pink backpack let out a soft gasp, her eyes fixed on the sight of Cynthia's bare skin. The young man behind the counter swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he struggled to maintain a semblance of professionalism. Ryder's eyes, however, sparkled with excitement, his gaze drinking in the sight of Cynthia's smooth, shaved pussy.

Cynthia's smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with amusement as she slowly spread her legs apart, giving the onlookers a better view. The air in the Poké Mart seemed to thicken, the tension palpable as the customers struggled to comprehend what they were seeing.

Cynthia's smile faltered for a moment as she slowly closed her black coat, the fabric rustling softly as it enveloped her legs once more. The woman with the pink backpack let out a soft sigh, her eyes never leaving Cynthia's face as she seemed to struggle to process what she had just witnessed. The young man behind the counter, on the other hand, looked like he was about to collapse, his face pale and sweaty as he stared blankly into space.

Ryder's eyes never left Cynthia's face as he nodded towards the door, a small smile playing on his lips. "Shall we?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Ryder and Cynthia walked out of the Poké Mart, the cool air outside a stark contrast to the heated atmosphere inside. Cynthia's coat was still open, revealing a hint of her bare skin, and Ryder couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as he walked by her side.

As they walked down the street, Ryder's eyes kept drifting towards Cynthia's exposed skin, his mind filled with thoughts of what lay beneath her coat. Cynthia, on the other hand, seemed unbothered by the attention, her eyes scanning the surroundings with a look of calm determination.