Maybe time and those customers who walk in...

Being bra-less isn’t bad, it’s just different. Especially in a place like a public store. Especially when the temperature is a bit colder, and eyes can see how that affects me more easily.

But I did want to see if I could do it. I mean I still had a shirt on, so it’s not like anything is actually on display. Well, other than my bra.

I look over at the counter and see it sitting there. Anyone able to see it, but will they know it’s mine? Maybe it’s just a return, rather than knowing that I don’t have one on?

My thoughts keep me from getting too close to the counter, choosing to ‘clean and organize’ the rest of the store.

About 20 minutes later, just as I’m starting to get use to the feel of the fabric rubbing across my nipples I hear the bell of the door opening.

“Hi, welcome in. Please let me know if there is anything I can help you with.” I shout my greeting from across the store. Putting away the latest sweater I’ve refolded for the tenth time, I head over to see who came in.

It is a middle-aged couple, probably here visiting their kid and got in before the kid was out of class – a pretty normal reason for most of the weekday customers. I watch them, assuming that the dad can see my nipples, pushing hard against the fabric of my shirt. Or the mom, judging me for dressing like a whore in public.

Who knows what is going on in their heads. Maybe they were imagining this is the type of slut in their precious kid’s classes. Or maybe if their little darling was just horny as me. Or maybe the dad wants to actually see my fucking tits. I mean what type of whore will show off her bra and not the tits they it holds?

But after looking around for a couple minutes, they leave as quickly as they came. No comments or even any glances my way. And definitely no asks to flash them. However, that is all my puss can think about – having to flash anyone who asks.

Luckily, 5 pm hits and I’m able to close and lock the door before anyone else wanders in causing my sex-craved mind to do something I’d regret. While the afternoon being braless isn’t as big of a deal as I made it out to be, I mean no one even realized; I should probably make sure I can cum before doing it again. Hell, only one couple even came in – it was all in my head. However, it was a fun afternoon of thoughts.

It only takes another 15minutes before I’m complete finished with the closing duties and able to head over to Pete and Josh’s place, with my bra now in my bag rather than the counter. The afternoon spent imagining people watching my tits has put me on edge.

Maybe they can help my thoughts settle back down.