Dirty Me/Ignore him, the tea is too tempting

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At one point, I was in the park, near a playground. A man and his wife were there with their two kids.
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While Pepsi is your favorite, you decide you are too thirsty, and the green tea is what will really help your parched throat.
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The kids ran off to play on the swings and slides, and the man and wife settled down to watch them. I found a nice position where I could flash the man without his wife or the kids seeing, and sat down. I spread my legs, making sure that my dress was pulled tight on top so it could not fall between my legs and obscure the view. The man kept glancing in my direction, maybe a little more than he should. The wife turned a couple times, and saw me, sitting there with my legs shut tight, reading my text messages. While I was not close enough for the man to get a good look at my pussy, I was close enough for him to see that this girl kept spreading her legs, showing her pussy. I even winked once when I caught him looking directly at me. After the second time his wife turned around to see what he was looking at, I decided it was time to move on. Too bad women get jealous when their husbands keep looking at other women.
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You're  dress rises up as you bend over, riding up, above your ass, showing off everything below.
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Moving on, I made my way down our busiest street, towards the mall. I skipped for a while, enjoying the way my dress lifted, giving passing cars glimpses of legs, thighs, sometimes more. I know some saw me, but am unsure how many, since people drive quite fast on that street.
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Just as you grab the bottle, you feel a hand firmly grab your ass cheek. Startled, you stand up quickly, confronting your groper.  
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I proceeded to make my way to the mall. I was tempted to pour water over my head, but thought that might be pushing it too far, as if I was not already pushing it far enough.
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He leers down at you, causing you to flush crimson. Not in lust, or joy, but pure anger.
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Once at the mall, I proceeded to go through the different stores. I found lots of things to check out on bottom shelves, forcing me to bend over, and a couple times was even able to find high shelves, reaching up as far as I could, causing my dress to lift enough to show the bottom of my ass cheeks.
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Your free hand whips around, the palm sliding along the rough surface of his facial hair, almost like sandpaper. His head snaps to the side under the force of the blow. His head snaps back, his lust replaced by rage, and it seems even loathing.
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I went into one clothing store and asked to try on some clothes. I closed and locked the door, but made sure the door was not completely closed so the red was showing, but the door could open. With a little push, I opened the door just enough for someone to look in, but not enough to so that I might notice. I saw one of the male store attendants move to just the right place, and took off my dress, exposing my naked ass and back to him. I turned myself slightly, looking in the mirror on the side, and, glancing out of the corner of my eye, noted he still seemed to be there, watching me.
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"Fucking slut bitch," you head from him, his mouth as foul as the hand that just groped you.
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I slipped on the clothes I had selected, some very tight, short shorts and a tube top. I came out, watching him quickly turn around and blush, how adorable. I cleared my throat and asked him how this looked on me. Fumbling around a bit, I pulled the tube top low, almost to the point of coming off, and giggled a bit as he cleared his throat and tried to avoid looking at anything but me. He told me it looked great on me in a bit of a croak. I was tempted to pull the top all the way down, but decided against it. Instead, I went back in the stall, and took the clothes off.
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You see his free hand come up, balled into a fist, as he takes a swing at you. You jump back, causing him to miss, but so close you can feel the air shift behind it.
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This time however, I decided to go farther. I opened the door, hiding behind it slightly so no one else could see me if they were in the store, but so he could see my right side, just short of actually seeing something he shouldn't. He had a nice view of my arm, slight view of the side of my breast, could see my outer thigh, almost to my fur since I had rotated my hips slightly.
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He glares at you. "Looks like you are just some little whore," he says, contempt dripping from his words. "Guess I should call the police, unless you want to find some way to make it up to me."
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"Could you please put these back and get the pink chemise I saw near the door?"
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''Make what up to who,'' you think to yourself.
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Speechless, instead of telling me that I needed underwear on to try on clothes, he took the tube top and shorts. I kept pulling them closer to me as he tried to reach for them, but instead of coming much closer, he stretched out his arm. He was so cute, only two or three years older than me, and I wanted to eat him up.
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"Your the one who grabbed my ass!" You reply to him in utter disgust.
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He fetched the chemise, and I completely opened the door to reach for it. He shoved it in my hand, and turned around quickly.
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He laughs. Not a pleasant, fun laugh, but an ugly, disgusting laugh.
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I again tried it on, slowly, with the door again cracked to give him his chance to peek, and again modeled it once I had it on. This time, he could only stammer as the chemise clung to me. I finally got the words "looks wonderful" out of his halfway incoherent mumbling, before deciding it might be time to leave the store. I again left the door open, just a crack, and changed back into my dress. I am not sure he got up the courage to peek this time.
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"Yeah, we will let the police decide who is the whore here." He reaches for you before you can respond, putting his hand under your dress, pulling it up, exposing your airstrip shaved pussy. "I think you can definitely make it up to me."
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When I left the room, I could not resist. I walked over to him, handing him the chemise after I had gotten very close to him, told him thanks for the help, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
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The guy is definitely sick, and the thought of doing anything with him is enough to make bile creep up the back of your throat.
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I left him standing their, deer in the headlights look, and left the store.
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You quickly move away from him, down another aisle, as you see him pulling out his phone. Shit, he is right about one thing, no matter how little sense he made, ''What the fuck would I owe him for? He is the one who grabbed me. I did nothing to him,'' you also understand that the police here would not work out to your benefit, since you were indeed flashing people. One look at your dress, and lack of panties, might end up with you in lots of trouble.
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At one point, I decided to get a little bolder. Going to the food court, I ordered my food, and, as I was walking to an empty table just past some cute boys, I fell. My dress pulled up, showing what I wasn't wearing. The boys quickly got out of the seat, helping me up, after their brief eyeful.
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You take the money out of your shoe quickly for the cashier to ring you up and throw it on the counter, not even noticing his looks, and his eyes roaming over your body.
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I am not sure if anyone else noticed my lack of panties, but they certainly did.
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You feel like your heart is about to burst out of your chest. You run home, not to show off, but to get home and hide from this miserable experience.
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They helped me over to the table, and I positioned myself so that, if they looked directly at me under the table, they would have a nice peek. One of the boys replaced my drink and quickly brought it over before joining the others. I sat there, eating my food, texting my friend, peeking at the boys, peeking at me. They didn't leave until I was already gone.
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*[[Dirty Me/Stay at home and find something to do|Stay at home and find something to do]]
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Revision as of 04:44, 3 March 2014

While Pepsi is your favorite, you decide you are too thirsty, and the green tea is what will really help your parched throat.

You're dress rises up as you bend over, riding up, above your ass, showing off everything below.

Just as you grab the bottle, you feel a hand firmly grab your ass cheek. Startled, you stand up quickly, confronting your groper.

He leers down at you, causing you to flush crimson. Not in lust, or joy, but pure anger.

Your free hand whips around, the palm sliding along the rough surface of his facial hair, almost like sandpaper. His head snaps to the side under the force of the blow. His head snaps back, his lust replaced by rage, and it seems even loathing.

"Fucking slut bitch," you head from him, his mouth as foul as the hand that just groped you.

You see his free hand come up, balled into a fist, as he takes a swing at you. You jump back, causing him to miss, but so close you can feel the air shift behind it.

He glares at you. "Looks like you are just some little whore," he says, contempt dripping from his words. "Guess I should call the police, unless you want to find some way to make it up to me."

Make what up to who, you think to yourself.

"Your the one who grabbed my ass!" You reply to him in utter disgust.

He laughs. Not a pleasant, fun laugh, but an ugly, disgusting laugh.

"Yeah, we will let the police decide who is the whore here." He reaches for you before you can respond, putting his hand under your dress, pulling it up, exposing your airstrip shaved pussy. "I think you can definitely make it up to me."

The guy is definitely sick, and the thought of doing anything with him is enough to make bile creep up the back of your throat.

You quickly move away from him, down another aisle, as you see him pulling out his phone. Shit, he is right about one thing, no matter how little sense he made, What the fuck would I owe him for? He is the one who grabbed me. I did nothing to him, you also understand that the police here would not work out to your benefit, since you were indeed flashing people. One look at your dress, and lack of panties, might end up with you in lots of trouble.

You take the money out of your shoe quickly for the cashier to ring you up and throw it on the counter, not even noticing his looks, and his eyes roaming over your body.

You feel like your heart is about to burst out of your chest. You run home, not to show off, but to get home and hide from this miserable experience.

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