I was looking forward for the holiday; a nice mid-week respite from the bustle of the daily grind. I figured I’d head downtown, eat out for lunch, stroll, and window shop a bit.
My Lord had a full day, but he still ran mine. A detailed-oriented man, he oversaw and approved my outfit the night before; the requirements were a dress and a g-string. I picked out a casual dress and a semi-transparent mauve lilac g-string. Animal print pointed flats, a bra in a matching color, and a black leather bag finished out the rest.
And so I left, off to wander and relax.
*Where was I?* He asked while I stepped into the Uber. *On my way to lunch*, I said. Once I’d arrived, he had me show him where I’d gone. *Has anyone checked you out?* And so I told him of the looks I’d received, even right then at lunch, the men staring at me. And stare they did, as the dress showed off my legs.
*Take your panties off*, he said. *I can’t, not here*, I said. There were too many people eating out, some looking at me. I could never manage. My heart raced at the idea, a knot of nerves.
Yet… I agreed. It wasn’t just my nerves that were set in motion. It seemed so devilish, this little game. And so we agreed. My goal was to take off my panties, fully in public, and not get caught.
With the mission, I became highly aware of my panties, how the slightly sheer front fit against my mound, the strings hugging me just so. I became aware of other things as well, suddenly discreetly checking out an area for security cameras, crowds, and other potential problems.
Having finished, I headed out into the main avenue, window shopping and stretching my legs. A Japanese design store seemed promising at first, but when I’d just settled on a nice aisle to get out of my panties, an overeager sales attendant frustrated my first attempt. Perhaps a bookstore would do, but a quick peek at the packed store was all it took to scratch it off my list. I racked my mind for ideas, from clothes stores to coffee shops, trying to consider the pros and cons of each.
*Had you managed yet?*
*No*, I told my Master. *Not yet*, but I had a couple of places in mind.
The next department store had several floors of possibilities. I nearly began in a stairwell before realizing their recent remodel had included a tiny office mid-flight; no hope.
And so I climbed up and headed to the books to browse. It had promise. Slightly dimmer lighting than other areas. A register a ways off near the stairs. Few people, no children. I peered up at the ceiling, spotting a camera in a corner, but a cart full of books to be stocked was in the aisle as well. I positioned myself along the end of a shelf, blocked partly from the camera’s view, and began to pull down my panties, bit by bit, on either side, and they began their slide down my legs.
Just as I was going to clear my dress, a man came around the corner. Frozen, I spread my legs wide to keep the g-string from going down more. It was just hidden from view, a mere centimeter above the hemline.
I told my Lord, giving him a play-by-play of the situation. I took a picture there, legs spread wide, of the shared space, the man’s polished shoes in a corner, the interloper. He finished, went up another aisle, and left. My heart was pounding furiously. I was so close.
I thought then I might be giving some security watchman a bit of a show, but the hell with it. I was so close. Alone again, I began shuffling them down a rouch and then let them drop. I gingerly stepped out of them, collected them quickly, and shoved them in my bag. I snapped a pic and showed up my trophy to my Lord. I did it.
I headed upstairs to a café, and told him just before he was due in a meeting, in great detail how I’d taken them off, how it felt to be bare under the short dress, how excited I was. How aroused, how I just knew I was soaking wet. I teased him endlessly before he had to go.
*How was your meeting?* I asked.
*Good,* he said, *I didn’t hear a thing that was said. I was thinking of fucking you.* He went on, telling me about what he’d have done to me, raised my dress and bent his little slut over.
I couldn’t help but grin.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gqon87/an_afternoon_stroll_f