Going out without underwear made me a relentless tease [f] [exh]

I am a “good girl”. A shy 18 year old virgin none of her friends would suspect could do anything naughty. Recently, I started dressing sluttier and sluttier, having developed a craving for the male attention I get that way and most recently, I went out without any underwear for the first time. No bra, no panties.

That afternoon, I changed from my sweats into sheer black tights that got more seethrough along my thick thighs, black thigh high socks, a tight black mini skirt further shortened in the back by my big butt and a low cut black sweater that fit my big breasts tightly. Nervous about my nipples poking through at first, I put on a winter jacket that slightly covered them and headed to the bus stop.

As I got on the bus, I took my first step up with my left leg, accidentally giving the bus driver a peek up my skirt, which he seemed to enjoy.

Once at my stop, I stepped out not expecting anyone to notice something was different today, I’ve worn this outfit before, only with the addition of underwear, but immediately as I walked past a few older men, I could feel their stares on my body, as though they were undressing me with their eyes as they started holler at me and I hid my slight smile of contempt under my mask.

After having picked up a few products from the bus stop, I decided to keep walking around town. Upon walking down a familiar street, I saw men who had catcalled me a few times before at that very same spot, but this time, they left no way to pass except for right through their little group on the sidewalk. As I passed, they started talking to each other in a language I didn’t understand, it almost sounded as if they were talking about me as I walked between them, feeling their warm breath brushed my skin that cold winter evening. I felt my heart racing, thinking they may have led me to walk in between to do more than just look, but to my disappointment, nothing happened.

As I kept walking, I walked past the the street that hosted my city’s brothels, secured by a gate at my side of the street when I heard men call out to seemingly myself, but something told me to keep on walking, though I now can’t help regretting it.

As the streets and alleys I walked along became emptier and emptier, I became bolder, pushing the thick jacket to the side that formerly covered my nipples hardened by the cold and I open my legs that I had usually crossed a little as I sat down in an empty part for a bit.

Having concluded my walk, I went to my nearest bus stop and briefly made eye contact with an older man who ended up taking the same bus. The bus was empty when we got on, which usually meant I took a seat close to the exit, but something made me follow the man to the back of the bus where I sat down in a seat a few feet across from him.

I directed my gaze onto the window promptly, pretending not to notice his stare, but I could vaguely watch him from the corner of my eye since I have good peripheral vision. I decided to tease him, so I parted my legs a little, surely giving away that I wasn’t wearing any panties and I could see him getting nervous. He kept glancing from the window, over to me repeatedly, probably in fear I might turn away from the window I presented to look out of and catch him staring.

A few minutes pass and he becomes certain my eyes are locked on the window. At this point, another man joined us in the back sitting a couple of feet away next to me who I could partially observe through the reflection of the window.

Since I had been hiding my nipples under my jacket again, I now started to make subtle movements to move my jacket aside. I’d pull my phone out of my jacket, pushing it to the side as I reached in, which only had the man across from me watch me more intently as I brushed my hair to the side, revealing my other nipple poking throw the fabric. As I placed my hand on my thigh again, I brushed my nipple which due to the exposure had become harder.

Once I was exposed like that and only started varying the degree to with I parted my legs or my posture as I tried to make my nipple catch the light from the lamps better, I could see that the man next to me kept his hands on his crotch, covering it best as he could, while the man across from me, between shamelessly staring me up and down, glanced down nervously at his crotch.

Eventually I reached my stop and as I got up, I made sure to bend over slightly to grab my bag before I left, which surely left the older gentleman with a view to remember me by and it was that day that I decided, I may never wear underwear again downtown alone.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/kohtqb/going_out_without_underwear_made_me_a_relentless