Fashion disaster!

It seemed like such a good day to be walking today. The weather was nice and the people around you, however serious looking, didn't seem so bad. All the more for you to be a little more brisk in your step. You were like sunshine in a metaphorical rain, and the more you walked, the happier you seemed to get. Your tits jiggled around and your mini skirt was riding up from the strain, but you did not even notice the light fabric of your top was threatening to rip apart, neither did you notice that your skirt was so high up now that it might as well not be protecting your naked pussy from view. Then there was a soft popping sound as the straps of your top gave way, the ruined cotton springing out and away from you to flop onto the sidewalk. Your tits predictably spilled forth, now free from constriction.

"Oh, darn!" You say out loud as you watched your clothing pull off a vanishing act in the middle of a group of passersby. You do not bother chasing after it. You know its gone.

Looking down, you were devoid of modest instinct to cover yourself up, your huge boobs and shaved cunny visible to everyone around you. Some people turned to look. Some were smiling and pointing. You could hear what might be a whistle from somewhere. Completely ignoring the attention for now, you squeeze your tits and notice how incredibly free they felt now. You felt like you could finally breath properly, and it did not seem like everyone around hated seeing your naked on the street. A quick look around at the looks towards you, they seem to love it, eyes ogling your shapely body. Maybe it was not so bad being topless after all. With this revelation in mind, you give your audience a sweet smile before continuing on your way as if nothing was wrong.