Out and About

I knew I needed a change of scenery, and I knew Miss Brain would dress me appropriately - or rather, inappropriately. Hence, I found myself in my car in a mid-thigh dress, and nothing underneath it. I suppose, deep,down, I knew I was going to do something sexy, something risky, and I suppose deep down I knew everything that attended to that in the form of me leaking afterwards, but Miss Brain was ahead of me and she had picked a dress that doesn’t show if it gets a bit wet. Trust Miss Brain! 

Miss Brain is also better than any satnav too. I just got in the car and drove, trusting that I would end up where I was supposed to be which, it turned out, was the city. First stop was the Catholic Cathedral where, for the first time for a long time, I went to mass! I mean, really! 

Mass in a large cathedral is different in atmosphere to a parish church, but I felt the familiar feelings of submissiveness as I knelt, and I felt the same tingles of arousal that I always feel. I watched the bishop and the assisting priests go about their pomposity, and a smile etched across my face. There they were…these ‘celibate’ men, serious-faced, and in two of their cases, when they looked out on the congregation, wearing expressions of thinly disguised contempt. They seemed to be radiating a sense of “Look at us! We can change bread and wine into the actual body and blood of Christ….and then we have to give it to you plebs.” 

And yet…I knew that every single, superior-faced arsehole of them would cut off their own right hand for what I have between my legs. In the ‘power’ game, I win hands down. If I let any one of them just see, let alone feel my body, theirs would respond….now father, tell me more about real power. 

Leaving the cathedral, I felt slippery. I realised that I always do after mass, even as a young teenager, a change of panties after church was always required….by my mid teens I had fixed this by the simple expedient of not wearing any in the first place. So…next?

The joys of city life is that as far as most stores are concerned, it’s just another day. I found myself in a large clothing store that has escalators but also glass staircases. Few people like the staircases, and even though the treads of the staircase are opaque, if you walk near the glass sides, the higher you go the more people below you can see up your skirt….so….staircase it was then! When I got to what I thought was the perfect height, I stopped, put my left foot on the next stair and turned my body outwards. I balanced my bag on my left knee and pretended to rummage around for something in it. I remembered from my schooldays how, sometimes, a girl might lift her knee, balance a case or bag on it and rummage inside it, being completely oblivious to the fact that she was showing her panties and usually some stray pubic hair as well. Well, I had no panties on…and no pubic hair either….those below, should they look up would see my vulva. And I flicked my eyes down a few times….there were definitely a,couple of guys looking up my dress. A shiver of pleasure ran through me. 

I kept this ‘exposing’ behaviour up for about half an hour, squatting to look at things I had no intention of buying on low shelving, sitting having a coffee on a high stool with my knees indelicately open. Finally, I knew it was time. I grabbed a couple of dresses and went to the fitting rooms. There’s a notice in this particular store that there are cctv camera - which was just what I wanted. What? Invasion of privacy? Nope….ask any woman if she can change from one set of clothes into a dress without exposing herself in any way and she’ll tell you it’s possible. We don’t have to strip naked you know. At the very worst, we might strip down to bra and panties…and that’s ‘bikini’ wear, isn’t it? You’d see a girl in that on the beach any day of the week. 

But I was naked under my dress. I slithered out of it and stood naked, looking up at the darkened lens of the camera. I tried on a dress (which I liked) and then the other (hideous) and then stood naked with my back against the cubicle wall. My hands slithered over my body a few times giving the impression of “will she-won’t she?” Well, she did.

I imagined what the store detective on cctv watch duty was making of this. Male or female, I didn’t care. In my mind, I was reliving a short porn film I’ve seen where a girl gets caught shoplifting and is given a choice of fucking the store detective or going to prison…I would fuck the store detective every time…in fact thinking about it…I haven’t fucked a man in uniform yet. The closes I came was when a police officer caught me rubbing one out in a lay-by. He had said, “I would write you a ticket, but it’s hard to write with a hardon.” I had briefly considered offering to help him out with it, but had chickened out…I won’t next time. 

Meanwhile, I was imagining this guy, in his darkened room, surrounded by screens, watching me play with myself. Maybe he locked the door…maybe his cock was in his hand right this minute, a handful of Kleenex in the other ready and waiting. There was a fair chance I was also being recorded….I hope he takes the tape home.

 I knew I would squirt - and I knew if I pushed my hips forward it would be visible on the camera. Ok, so it would leave a damp carpet…maybe the next woman in here will smell my sex in the air, feel the dampness under her foot and know what had happened…maybe she’d copy me. What a day at work that would be for the cctv operator. The orgasm rumbled through me and the squirt hit the carpet as I knew it would. 

I looked up at the camera and blew a cheeky kiss at it before mouthing “Thank you” at it. 

Dressed again, I walked back through the store trailing a scent of fresh girl cum behind me. On the way to the door, I caught sight of a girl…a girl at that stage. Now, bear with me, this is difficult for me to put into words. Ok, let’s try this. There’s the stage when a child first starts to develop…puberty. Well, not  that. A bit further along, she has all the equipment, and a regular cycle. Not that either. But there comes a moment in her life when she suddenly, and I mean literally one morning, wakes up and feels herself as a sexual being. Something has changed. Think of it like a computer installation somewhere. Slowly, item by item, everything is installed until one day, it looks complete, but it isn’t yet switched on. Then, one day, someone throws the switch. This can happen at any stage in a girl’s,development, but I’d put this one’s age no higher than 17. It could even have been that very morning that her version of Miss Brain guided her hands while she picked out the dress she was wearing. It floated around her as she moved, and clung to her when she stood still. It was also thin enough to be inappropriate for the weather, yet showed quite clearly she was naked underneath it. Yes, I know some things are hard to spot, but I made sure I got a good look at her back…trust me…there was no underwear. I positioned myself so she would have to walk past me and when she did….mmmm an aura of sexual scent wrapped itself around me and gave me a hug. Definitely naked, definitely wet, definitely horny. I noticed she was doing much the same that I was….crouching to look at things, spreading her legs just wide enough…and revealing a naturally haired vulva in the process….hair….that’s why her scent was so tangible. On one glorious flash she actually overbalanced backwards and her knees shot wide apart. For a brief second, I could see wetness and where pubic hair had stuck together. I would happily have used my mouth to suck each stuck pube clean…just imagine what that would taste and smell like! 

She smiled sheepishly at me when she’d recovered her balance. I’m sure it was an accidental imbalance, and, naturally, I smiled back,- the ‘sisterhood’ at work. It’s ok for one girl to see another girl’s sex. She got up and I saw her with a couple of jackets over her arm walking towards the fitting rooms. Oh, I hope she used my cubicle. 

On the drive home, my encounter with the police officer rumbled around my head. So much so that I took the long way home and stopped in the same lay-by. This being a Sunday, there would be no girls from the private school running round the fields, but still….a girl can dream, right? My third seat memory setting is ‘wank’ mode. Mostly fully reclined, and as far back on its runners as the seat will go, allows me to really enjoy myself.

I thought of the girls, running, hot, sweaty, creamy, just as I had been at 16/17, (on the rare occasions I couldn’t skip PE.) and the occasions where I had stepped into the woods for a cheeky pee, or sometimes a cheeky wank. But I’m didn’t want to cum to this image. Instead, I recreated the police officer tapping on my window, me sliding the window down and him explaining that what I was doing was both unwise and illegal, but now I varied it to him unzipping and pushing his cock at me through the window. I imagined taking it into my mouth and sucking him off. Thanks to the brilliant timing of Miss Brain, just as he came in my mouth, I came in my dress. No squirt this time, but still some flooding. I knew my dress would absorb it though. 

Back home, I walked past Dani whose nose wrinkled slightly as I sat on a kitchen stool and poured myself a coffee. This was followed by her lips tightening into a suppressed grin. She knew, and I knew she knew precisely what I’d been up to. 

It’s strange, but whenever I am with a girl who I know has just engaged in sexual activity, I am so pleased for her.  For example, I went to see Alison recently, and it was obvious, I had just disturbed her and The Lovely Chris. I wasn’t jealous, but I did feel an immense upswell of pleasure for her. It was the same at sleepovers when another girl had obviously just cum. No jealousy….just a smile of “Go for it, girl!” I wonder if guys feel the same? 

Dani has come out of her shell a lot since living with us - I imagine it’s been quite an education in so many ways - and she sometimes throws in some cheeky comments now and then. “So…umm…did you see anything you liked?” This time she couldn’t repress the grin or the giggle that followed it. I told her of my antics and their outcome. I also told her that I knew my dress was wet with me. (Always give as good as you get). Dani smiled and said, equally cheekily, “I guess I’ll find out later.” But I wasn’t having that. I stood up, undid the zipper and let my dress fall to the floor. I picked it up and handed it to her. “Why wait?” 

So, why did I do that? Well, last Wednesday, I was on my way down the stairs to the utility room where the house control computer is. My den isn’t right, and now I know how to adjust its settings on the system I figured I’d have a go. Halfway down the stairs I heard two things. One was the low rumble of the tumble dryer, and the other was a moan. I crouched down on the stairs and saw Dani with her hand in her panties, and the other holding a pair of mine that I had cum in that very morning - and cum heavily in. As I crouched there, frozen, Dani had said out loud, but to herself, “Fuck, Anna….your cunt…” She didn’t get further and her body bent almost double as she came in her panties. 

I crept silently back up the stairs five minutes older, but several months wiser. Emily has reported panties missing too, which pleases me. I’m glad Dani uses both of us to get herself off. Girls are highly sensitive to sexual scents, either their own or those of other girls. I do wonder…in fact…wait….I think I might know! There were several of my close friends who told me they were ‘panty sniffers’…their own usually…when they wanted something a little more raunchy when they masturbated. I would usually throw in “Hmmm..hey, imagine what smelling another girls would be like!” Cue a chorus of, “Eww!” but you could see in their eyes the thought, “Hmm..maybe!” Was also there.  

I walked naked away from her giving her a good view of my bum as I did so. Next step for me was the shower…

…..and another wank imagining Dani, in the kitchen, smelling my cum and rubbing herself off….which I have no doubt she was doing.