Aleeza, [F] 20, Walmart, first flash

I said a new challenge for myself today. A number of people suggested I should go to a public pool and get comfortable being seen in a bikini. Since everybody else would be bathing suits too, it should be easier to feel comfortable. The problem is, my white bikini is way too skimpy and the one piece bathing suit is not revealing enough. So I had to go buy a new bikini.

To make it challenging though, I decided to wear a short skirt, a revealing top and no hijab. “Step outside of your comfort zone,“ I kept hearing in my head. After rummaging around in Susan‘s closet I found a short, denim skirt and a low-cut, white cotton top. I knew I would not be brave enough to go without panties with such a short skirt so I pulled on a white thong. My hair was a bit unruly, so I pinned it up. It would be much cooler on such a hot day as well.

Since I did not masturbate when I got up, I was already having tingles when I looked in the mirror. I was amazed at the transformation. Though lots of girls at school dress like this, it was a big step for me. Without a bra, my dark, semi-stiff nipples were faintly visible through the thin fabric. I thought I might have to put on a bra, but I was going to hang around the house for a bit to get comfortable first. Wearing a skirt that stopped just a couple of inches below my bum and a top that showed a fair amount of cleavage would take some getting used to.

I have to admit that I did feel very sexy walking around the house, doing a few chores and such. It also became apparent that I had to be far more aware of how I moved. Bending over just a bit and my skirt would rise up, which I had already thought of, but I also found my top with sort of fall open a bit. I checked in the mirror and found I did not have to bend forward too far so that, without a bra, if somebody was watching they could see right down my top. It gave me a little shiver.

Pulling a chair in front of the mirror I sat down and looked at my reflection. My skirt rose up to the top of my thighs and even with my knees tightly closed I could see the white triangle of my thong. This was definitely going to take some getting used to,

Bra or no bra? I couldn’t decide. “Push your limits,“ I said to myself. No bra. So the challenge was, go to Walmart, buy a new bikini, and pick up a few other things I needed like shampoo and soap. Just get comfortable walking around in public. Spend an hour in Walmart and I could reward myself with a good orgasm. If I was too uncomfortable at any time before the hour was up I could always go back to my car, but could not allow myself to masterbate for the rest of the day.

Just getting into my car made clear the challenge of a short skirt. I knew getting out of the car would be challenging too. Even though I was alone in the car, as I drove I kept instinctively tugging at the bottom of my skirt to try to cover myself more. To make matters more uncomfortable, as I drove my thong created the pressure on my moistening pussy. The more it tingled and clinched, the more it slipped between my pussy lips. Glancing down, I could tell my nipples were far more visible. By the time I pulled into the parking lot at Walmart I was nervous, horny and reluctant to step out. Of course, backing out now would mean no orgasm. .

I looked, felt, like a slut. I remembered what a friend had told me, that when I first start dressing provocatively I will feel slutty and embarrassed, but after a few times I will begin to feel proud, to enjoy the freedom, enjoy the appreciative looks. I sat in the car for a few minutes, trying to adjust my thong and watching the front door of the Walmart.

It was hot and lots of girls going in and out were dressed similarly to me. Some even more provocatively. I saw one girl, with quite large breasts, go in the store just wearing short shorts and a bikini top. Compared to her, I was pretty well covered up. I took a deep breath and opened the car door.

Glancing around to be sure nobody was looking, because I knew there was no way I could get out of the car without my skirt riding way up, I quickly stepped out. I had only taken a few steps when I could feel my thong begin to creep back into my pussy, gently pressuring my clit. I was having rhythmic, moist tingles and very aware of my breasts and hardening nipples. A man, thirtyish perhaps, and I approached the door at the same time. He held it open with a smile.

“After you,“ he said, looking me up and down.

“Thank you,“ I said, glancing at him and then quickly averting my eyes.

“Oh, my pleasure,“ he said. I could feel him watching my ass as I walked into the store. What was he thinking? I was pretty sure I knew. I felt both embarrassed and aroused as I wondered if his cock was responding. Rather than walking along the main aisles, I ducked through the clothing racks and made my way to the bathing suit department. At least here if somebody saw me bending over to get something from the rack it would probably be a woman. Either way, I was very focussed on my body.

After about 20 minutes of browsing I chose a black bikini with silver accents. It is not quite as skimpy as the white bikini but still had a bit of a thong bottom. Even so, it looked like it would cover more than the white bikini bottom. Of course, you’re not allowed to try on bathing suits for health reasons. It seemed like a good compromise between the skimpy, white bikini and the blue one piece bathing suit. I checked the time. Still 40 minutes to go. I entered the main aisles to head toward the pharmacy department.

“Keep your shoulders back and be proud,“ I remembered a female friend commenting on Reddit. Though that seemed to accentuate the movement of my breasts, I did my best. Staring at the floor directly in front of me I could still feel I was getting looks from guys. Age did not seem to matter, young guys, old guys and everybody in between. I was sort of prepared for that but what I was not prepared for was the disdainful looks from other women.

When I looked up to see I was approaching Muslim woman about my mother’s age, I felt very ashamed. She gave me the same look of disgust I remember seeing on my mother’s face. It was hard to feel proud.

I couldn’t look at her as I walked past and turned into the shampoo aisle. My heart was pounding, I was taking short breaths, and my pussy tingled and clinched underneath my skirt. The shampoo I wanted was on the bottom shelf. It was a new experience trying to figure out the best way to pick it up. I was used to struggling with the top shelf. If I bent over, and somebody was behind me they could see up my skirt and if somebody was in front of me they could see down my top. If I crouched down and somebody was in front of me, they could see right up my skirt in between my legs where my thong had slipped into my pussy. How do girls do this? I wondered. Glancing over my shoulder and then forward again I quickly bent over and grabbed the shampoo. I still had half an hour to go and continued browsing the aisles.

I couldn’t escape the thought that a guy “accidentally“ getting a peek up my skirt or down my top was turning me on. I have steadily been getting horny since I arrived and was becoming a bit light headed. “Push yourself,“ I kept saying to myself as I wandered up and down the aisles. Turning into the make up aisle I saw a couple, maybe in their 50s. She was intently checking different shades of lipstick while he stood with his back to her, obviously bored. His eyes brightened when he looked up and saw me. My knees felt weak. “Do it,“ I urged myself.

Pretending to search for something on the shelves I moved toward him. Then, maybe 6 feet away from him, I slowly bent toward him and my top opened. My head was spinning and my pussy was pulsating as I glanced down, sure he could see my bare breasts. I was almost having a mini orgasm and had to put a hand on the shelf to steady myself before straightening up. Raising my eyes to his, momentarily I froze. His eyes penetrated me. Almost overcome with emotion, shame, guilt and arousal, I turned around and walked down the aisle, struggling not to stumble.

I had to get out of the store. I had to masturbate. I knew I could not wait until I got home and was going to do it in the car. Hurrying to the checkout, no longer caring about any looks I might get, silently urging the lineup to move, “come on, come on,“ I finally paid for my things and almost ran to the car.

“Oh thank God,” I said, throwing my things on the passenger seat and shutting the door but, looking at the clock on the dashboard, I said, “oh no.“ I had only been gone 50 minutes, not an hour like I had promised myself. “Fuck,“ I said under my breath. What was I going to do? I argued with myself. I have done more than I had promised so that should count for something. But I had promised myself I could only have an orgasm if I was in the store for an hour. That was the deal. I was already on the verge of orgasm. Nobody will know. A deal is a deal. Just how much of a slut must I be if I can’t go a day without masturbating? “Dammit,“ I said under my breath as I put the car in drive.

I had to really concentrate driving home, my mind was spinning. Pulling into the driveway I turned off the car and sighed, trying to ignore my pussy. Dejectedly I walked into the house. I almost slammed the door once inside and muttered, “Fuck.“ I had another debate with myself about whether I should masturbate but decided not to. Could I really let my pussy control me?

I put away a few things and then thought a cool bath might help calm me down. Sitting in the tub looking at my naked body I wondered why I had the urge to expose myself. Why does it excite me? Why is it so compelling? Why does it make me feel both aroused and ashamed? Why is it the hornier I get the more I want to do it? I almost had an orgasm just by exposing my breasts to a stranger. Exposing my breasts. Maybe “flashing my tits,“ is a more appropriate phrase. If I am going to do slutty things I might as well use slutty words. I laid my head back and closed my eyes, trying to resist the urge to masturbate. After a long while, I got out of the tub, dried myself off and tried on my new bathing suit. It is smaller at the back than I had thought and a little tight on my hips. Looking at myself in the mirror and imagining being at the public pool didn’t decrease my horniness. I took a few pictures and then sat down to write this.

I am still struggling to keep my fingers out of my pussy.

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