What does a tap for panties in the clothing store buy?

"What can I get here?" You say, tapping at your phone. "Maybe I can get you down to just your panties, at least for a moment?"

My phone dings and I smirk, "Oh, that sounds like a wonderful idea, in fact..." I pull my phone out and tap at it with a grin, "I'll see your taking off my shirt and raise you taking off my panties!" Your phone dings in reply and the cartoon of me bends over, slipping her panties swiftly down her legs, smiling as she stands upright, a little sliver of a slit peeking out below her shirt.

I giggle as your eyebrows raise, leading you along to a meandering set of racks toward the back of the store. A quick glance around finds only a single inattentive clerk staring blanking into space. I nudge my head her way and waggle my eyebrows, "I'm sure she won't mind..."

In one smooth motion I pull my shirt up over my head and off, my seemingly innocuous attire suddenly springing into near-nudity as my plain white panties pop into sight followed an instant after by my healthy, round breasts and their large, dark nipples. My hair flows easily free of the shirt as I lay it carelessly across a rack, stepping backwards down the row, my heart fluttering as my breasts jiggle gently, bared not-so-safely behind the maze of clothing racks.

I turn away from you, bending over with my feet gently spread and my knees locked. "Take'em." I grin around my smooth ass, pointed prominently up at your face.

You utterly fail to hesitate, one hand groping untenderly at my backside while the other grips roughly at the waist of my panties, shoving it inexpertly down my backside. And just as one hand tugs my panties away, the other takes advantage of the suddenly bared flesh, first exploring my little asshole as soon as it pops into view, and almost instantly pivoting down to the achingly wet pussy lips just an inch or two below.

"Mngh..." I sigh as your thumb presses itself inside me, your fingers tightening on my now-totally-bared cheek as my panties fall to the floor. I step out of them, your thumb now gently kneading at my insides as I pluck my panties from the floor.

"Sto-o-op..." I murmur, gently pushing you away and I stumble forward, pulling myself upright with a giggle. Naked save for my shoes, aching to climb back onto your thumb, I stagger up to a nearby manikin, tugging the panties up its one free leg as far as I can get them to stay.

I turn to find you inches behind me, my naked body suddenly pressed into you. My arms are trapped between us, pressing up against your chest as you pull me into you. One of your hands presses against the small of my back, the other gropes forcefully down my ass, fingers reaching down between my thighs, finding wetness waiting for them.

"Mmmngh..." I sigh, hips gently pressing against your roaming fingers, biting my lip as you lean into me. As your lips meet mine, my tongue parts them both, my body tenderly writhing against yours as we kiss, wetly and deeply.

We pull our faces apart with a moment-breaking smack. "I should put my shirt on." My words say as my voice screams that you should take your pants off. You let me go and I scurry back to my shirt, half an aisle away, laying atop a rack. I pull it on, tugging it down to that precarious zone just between the top being so low my tits pop out and the bottom being so high my pussy is in plain view.

"Where to now, boss?" I smile.