The Exhibitionist/Ice skating

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Current revision as of 02:48, 25 April 2016

Ice skating sounds fun, I thought to myself. I hadn't been in years, and I rarely made it to the mall anymore, so headed over.

The guy behind the counter never met my eyes once, the entire time I was there paying for the time. I thought about telling him, "My eyes are up here," but held my tongue.

"Aren't you cold Miss?" He asked me. I looked down, then realized why his eyes never left my chest. My nipples, hard from the frigid air in the rink, strained against the fabric of my shirt.

"A little," I told him, "but I should warm up when I get out there." He nodded to my breasts and I went to the rent a locker to store my purse.

I realized there was a problem with a shirt with no pockets right away.

After I had gone back to the front counter, I asked him how I could hang on to the keys with no pockets. I lifted my skirt, meaning to show him it had no pockets, and quickly put it down when I remembered there was nothing on under it. His eyes bulged a bit as his hand fumbled around below the counter. I began to wonder if he was masturbating or something, when he brought a little clip.

"Here, this should hold it," he said, his voice only cracking a little.

I sighed. There are too many kids in the mall, I thought to myself, and wondered again if this was the best idea. A sudden vision of a soldier from some movie flashed through my head with the commander yelling, "Do what you are told private,". Well, the master had told me to do this, so this is what I was doing.

I guess this is one good thing about taking instructions, I thought. It makes me try things out of my normal comfort zone.

That brought another flash through my head, of me playing in the arcade like this. I chuckled slightly, imagining it, and wondering if I should have done that instead.

I clipped the keys on my skirt waistband and went to put on the ice skates. I tried to pick a spot that someone was not immediately in front of, but that still didn't work. A couple young boys walked by as I was trying to tie the skates and got an eyeful of me. I stopped and immediately closed my legs, glaring at them until they went away. After a "God, what is your problem" look followed by a long look at each other, they finally did.

Grr, stupid kids. They can go get their porn off the internet or something, I growled in my head.

I finished getting my skates on and went out on the ice. A few seconds later, I was flat on my ass, which was freezing since there was nothing between it and the ice, and trying in vain to get up. I suddenly thought this was a bad idea.

Once I was up, I looked around to see if anyone had seen me fall. A mother was glaring at my direction, and her daughter seemed to be asking the mom lots of questions. An older couple seemed to have also seen, with the man looking at me with interest, while the wife seemed to be looking at me like she was embarrassed for me.

I turned bright red, but didn't give up.

That was not the last time I ended up falling, but finally, the worst one happened.

I was getting the hang of it, only ending up on my ass a couple more times, when the toe dug into the ice. The next thing I knew, I was laying on my stomach, my head spinning. My skirt was completely up, exposing my naked ass and pussy to the ice and the other skaters. I lay there for almost half a minute while I tried to get my head to clear, ears ringing.

By the time I finally got up, I noticed a rather large gathering around me, people whispering to each other, pointing at me. Some laughing, some staring, most at my skirt.

I felt my face heat up, even as the rest of me was froze. No one came over or bothered to help me get up.

"Wow"

"So hot"

"Little slut"

"What is she thinking"

Did they honestly think I couldn't hear what they were saying to each other? I wanted to ask them why everyone was worried about my underwear and not worried about if I hurt myself.

Finally, I got back up and started going again. I could feel people watching me, and I skated more carefully.

Over at the side, a middle-aged man with a Ice Skating rink shirt on waved at me. I went over, and behind him stood two mall security guards.

"Miss, I am going to have to ask you to leave," he told me.

I looked at him, shocked.

"Why?" I asked.

His hand gestured over my body, while his eyes remained locked on mine.

"This is a family establishment, and we cannot have you dressed like this, in here."

"In a skirt and shirt?"

He gestured angrily at my breasts, then pointed right at my crotch. "With your nipples plainly visible, and you exposing your privates all over the rink."

I was not happy.

"No, I paid to skate, and I want to skate."

With this, his face turned red, and not in embarrassment, but in anger. "Miss, this is a family establishment. There are kids here! What you are doing is completely inappropriate. These two will escort you out."

I tried arguing further, I tried apologizing, I tried reasoning. None of it worked.

"Lets go, and if you try to resist, we will call the police." One told me.

"A police officer already knows I am not wearing panties, and said it was not illegal." I informed him. I knew my rights!

"That is fine, but I don't think it is legal when you are showing off the fact that you are not wearing panties to kids." That scared me a bit. Could I get in trouble, even if I had not done it intentionally? "And at this point, you are trespassing."

Okay, this was not right though. "This is a public place! I am not trespassing."

"Yes ma'am, you are. This is a private business, and can refuse to allow people in. You are no longer allowed in, and if you do not come with us, we will turn you over for trespassing charges. Also, you are not allowed back in the mall, ever. If you are seen again in the mall, you will be held and arrested for trespassing."

My mind reeled. What was I going to tell my master? I don't think he wanted me to come home with only a pair of shoes. But, I could see no way out of it.

I went with them after getting my purse from the locker, and the counter guy flashed me a big grin. They walked beside me the whole way, one to either side, until we hit the main entrance. Once outside, they reminded me that I was no longer allowed in the mall, at all, and left me standing at the doors.

I went to my car and drove home, no longer quite as excited in the thought of showing myself off as I was before.

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