Just to see.*

Could you really be... getting off on the excitement? No no. You're not like that. It must be the breeze touching you that's exciting, right? As if anything else were to touch you. Maybe you're just stressed as well.

You begin to think. Maybe if you take something else off, that would prove to you that you weren't into it. Yeah. That's it! That's why I should take something off. It isn't because I enjoy it. I just need to prove to myself that I don't.

Slowly, as you look around for people, you slide your fingers to the back straps of your bra. You unhook it, and lower it down through the bottom of your shirt. There you stand, wearing no panties beneath your skirt, and no bra beneath your top. You feel the wind, and you look down at the pointed tips protruding through the thin fabric of your shirt. Your breath begins to quicken, as does the beating of your heart. It's so exciting.

No! This was supposed to prove that it isn't... but you decide to leave it off for a little while longer.