Shopping trip

After grabbing a small lunch at the dorm cafeteria, I spent a couple hours to finish up my next set of homework assignments. After that I hurried down to the corner bus stop to catch the 3pm pickup. The bus was right on time. I got in and passed a couple of other passengers before taking a seat near the back of the bus. As I leaned back and spread my legs, I began hiking up my skirt higher and higher until my entire pussy was fully exposed, yet none of the other passengers, the driver or the people outside had any clue. The feeling of being so naked in a public place like this was intoxicating. I began running my fingers through the hairs, and eventually began to stroke some of the more sensitive areas further down.

At each stop when another person boarded, I pulled the skirt down slightly just in case, but then when the bus began to move I hiked it up again. After about 15 minutes of this little game, we finally reached the mall stop. Most of the people disembarked, including myself. Although my play had left me somewhat aroused, I quickly shifted focus to the task ahead. My goal was to assemble an attractive wardrobe without breaking my budget.

By now most of the clothing stores had their fall and winter collections on display, which meant that the summer items were likely on markdown in the discount isles. Over the next few hours I visited nearly every shop in the mall that carried women's clothing. In each, I headed straight past the front racks with the newest collections to the back sections that featured the clearance items. Although the items had been heavily picked over, I managed to find a mix of shorter skirts, some short sleeve blouses, a few t-shirts, a couple pairs of skin tight leggings, and a cute summer dress. Best of all, it stayed under my budget.

Before heading back to the bus stop, there was one more thing I needed - some heels. I'd generally worn flats or tennis shoes in the past, but one thing I'd noticed about those beautiful women in the pictures is that most of them wore heels, often very high ones. I had tried some on at a friends house and a couple of pairs at shoe stores in the past, but I had never actually owned a pair. These stores had a wide selection, but the prices were out of my price range. I finally found a store with lower prices but their selection was far more limited. As I clumsily tried walking in some of the taller heels, the saleswoman stopped over and asked if I needed help. After explaining that I hadn't worn heels very often, she recommended going with the shorter 2" heels for getting adjusted. After trying them out, it seemed like good advice, and I got them. With the purchase, I was still under my budget, though just barely.

With my armful of bags, I headed back to the bus stop, got on the next arrival and proceeded to the same rear seat I'd taken before. I started playing with myself again, but this time an elderly gentleman ended up seated in the adjacent row, and it seemed too risky to continue. After an uneventful trip, the bus reached the stop near the dorm, and I got out. The dorm cafeteria would be closing soon, so I hurried up to my room to drop off the bags.