More Airflow

I love dressing in long flowey skirts and dresses. Everyone expects you to be a prim and proper good girl, and they're loose enough not to chafe, that they're beautiful to go underwearless.

It was a hot day, so the extra airflow was appreciated as I sat down on the bus across town to my girlfriend's place. I didn't try too hard to keep myself decent, and I think the driver caught a glimpse of my tits as I walked on, but I didn't care.

After a while, I got up to leave the bus, adjusting my skirt and "accidentally" freeing my tits. I quickly covered back up, but appreciated the looks of lust I recieved in return. The bus driver saw them in the mirror, and she bit her lip to distract herself from my display.

I walked over to the door and thanked her, and as the door opened for my stop, I flashed her my arse quickly, then blew her a kiss.

When my girlfriend saw me, I went weak at the knees, and somewhat performatively swooned into her arms, lying my head on her delicious boobs.

I stood after a while, and said, "doth thou wish for a display of my charms, my lady and my love?"

"Thou kenst my mind afore myself, sweetheart." She responded in a honeyed voice.

I stood shakily up from my chair, then set one of my stockinged feet upon it and pulled the decolletage down further, exposing my peirced nipples to the air. I moaned slightly as they hardened, then pulled my skirt up, letting it roll down my thigh to reveal my secret charm. My belovéd surveyed it, then she dove into it, tongue first.