The Exhibitionist/Go shopping at the mall wearing a tight T-shirt, no bra, a short skirt and no panties

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Your eyes light up as you rush into my closet.

You grab a tight T-shirt and my pleated skirt, handing them over to me.

"I want you to wear this," you tell me.

I take them, then undress, starting to put on my underwear.

"No," you say, while shaking your head. "No bra, no panties."

I look again at the skirt. "Really," I ask. "But doesn't even go mid-thigh..."

You tell me "Yes" while nodding, eyes lighting up.

"Well, I guess," I say, wondering how I will manage this.

"Oh, here is some money," you tell me, handing me a couple hundred dollars. "Go shopping at the mall."

At first my eyes light up, shopping with someone else's money, then they grow large in shock, realizing I will be wearing this in the middle of the crowded mall. And most of the good stores are on the second floor.

"Okay," I tell you, wondering if this is a bad idea. Then again, can you get in trouble for not wearing panties, even if you are fully dressed?

I mentally shrugged, guessing I would find out.

The trip

I left the house and found out how easy it was to show off certain parts. The general shape of my nipples were outlined by the tight T-shirt, and a breeze, blowing up my skirt, reminded me that it was easy to show my lack of panties.

I guess it is a good thing the mall does not have breezes, I thought to myself as I got in the car and drove to the mall.

The drive itself was uneventful, but when I arrived, parking was horrible. The entire front was packed, forcing me to park almost at the end of the lot, a long walk from that area to the mall entrance.

To make matters worse, the breeze I felt when leaving the house was now a rather strong wind. I sat in the car, hoping it would die down, and saw the flash of another woman's panties as it blew her skirt up. I could picture myself there, with no underwear, my skirt blowing up at just the wrong time.

Finally, I gave up waiting, since the wind did not seem to be dying down, and walked to the entrance, holding my skirt down. It still blew up a couple times, in the back, since I was busy holding the front with one hand and my purse with the other, but if anyone was around to see, they would only have seen my ass.

It was my bad luck though to run into a police officer as he was dragging a handcuffed teen out. The door hit me in the face, and I landed, sprawled on the ground, legs spread right in front of him.

The teen stopped struggling, both him and the cop staring, before the cop offered me a hand up.

He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Be careful. You could get in trouble, if someone called and said you flashed them on purpose."

I looked at him with horror painted across my face.

He laughed. "It isn't illegal, but intentionally exposing yourself is."

I breathed a sigh of relief, my hand against my chest to calm myself.

"No officer, I would never let someone see my...me...there..." I stopped, flustered. "I would never let anyone see me there on purpose."

He really laughed at that one, the handcuffed guy just staring at me.

I realized how I might have sounded, like some prude who would never be intimate with a guy, and turned even brighter red.

"I mean...I..." He stopped me with a "have a good day miss," and left, dragging the guy behind him. I wondered to myself what the guy had done.

I pushed the door open, this time making sure no one else was coming out, and immediately fell right back to the ground.

I looked at my shoes, and noticed the heel of one had broke. I fumed, then thought about the fact that I was here to buy stuff.

"Guess it is time for some new heels," I mumbled to myself.

I limped carefully to Tillys. They did not have as good of a selection of heels, but they had a great selection of wedges. And, after this one breaking, I decided I would rather just get the wedge.

"Hello," a young man addressed me. He looked like he was still in high school. "How can I help you today?"

I pointed at my broken heel and he immediately understood.

"Yes, we have a great selection of heels over here," he said over his shoulder as he started leaving me to the right area. "Is there anything specific you are looking for?"

"I need a wedge, one that matches my outfit," I told him, pulling his attention to my shirt and skirt. His eyes quickly passed over my shirt, my nipples hard now under the strong air conditioner.

"I don't think we have anything to match that exactly, but we should be able to find something close." He blushed. It was interesting, since normally I would be the one blushing.

"Right here," he told me, pointing at a low shoe fitting stool.

I sat down, and felt my naked areas come into contact with the cool plastic/vinyl surface.

Shit, how am I going to do this? He is a freaking kid! I almost got up and left. Then again, with the internet, it's not like kids are innocent.

Thinking about it more as he was finding some shoes for me, it actually turned me on a bit. Yeah, I knew that what I was doing was taboo anyways, but it seemed even more like forbidden fruit. And while he was not particularly good looking or cute or anything, he had an innocent look to him that made it feel that much more taboo. I felt myself start to get wet just thinking about it.

He was back quickly, interrupting my inner dialog, stopping me from deciding between the good me and the bad me. It would seem a little strange to ask for someone else now.

He knelt down in front of me and took off my broken, and unbroken, heels. His eyes did not wander to my skirt as he did it, slipping a lovely red wedge on my left foot, then my right. I checked to see how they matched my outfit. Not great, but they didn't clash. Standing, I took a few test steps and then sat back down.

He took them off, then put the next on, this one closer to pink. Again, no clash, but not exactly a perfect match. I noted him still paying specific attention to my feet, and not letting his eyes wander. I started to feel a little bad, not about him, but my own self esteem. Like I did not even warrant quick peek.

I walked around again, testing these, noting the feel. After, I sat back down, this time purposely letting my skirt pull back on the stool. I finally got a reaction. He blushed again, but I noticed his eyes flicker to my skirt. I was sure from his position he could see inside it.

I spread my legs a bit, not too quickly or too much, once he got the shoes off and was taking the others out of the box. This time, when his eyes flicked to the area, he could definitely see that I was not wearing anything under the skirt. He covered his shock well, but I could tell by the extra long pause, at least 3 seconds, he had gotten an eye full. I could also tell by his face turning scarlet.

I laughed, not meaning to, and he turned brighter red. I was not even sure how it was possible, but he did.

He jerked his eyes away and put on the next pair. After that, he refused to look again, and I even spread my legs wider. He stayed red the entire rest of the time.

I finally gave up and selected the first pair. They were comfortable, and they came the closest to matching my outfit.

I paid and left. When I looked back, I noticed him talking to one of the other store employees.

Guys! What is it with them and their constant gossip? I thought to myself.

Now, I just needed to figure out where to go next.

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