I left the doorway. The street was amazingly good. The sun was shining, the warm breeze penetrated under my skirt, and it was so nice from this touch to my lips oozing with grease. Sighing softly, I walked around the yard. I guessed that with each step I take, the hem of the skirt at the back opens openwork stockings. From the thought that all those I met would stare at me, I was very excited. From the next rush of breeze through the body ran a shiver. With a sinking heart, I passed through the courtyard and went out into the street.

People were going everywhere. There were many people. The couple walked leisurely, and someone hurried somewhere in a hurry. I slowly walked along the sidewalk. The phone rang in her purse. Called Pasha.

“Well, how are you?” He asked.

“Good” - I smiled - “So cool without panties! The wind blows, it is already all wet, in my opinion

“Great” - exhaled Pasha - “Are you nervous?”

"Aha" - I could not restrain a smile and so it went, smiling - "All the men are staring at me Pash!"

“It's great,” he whispered admiringly and suddenly added, “Now try to pull the skirt taller on the waist.”

“Where is that higher?” - I was surprised - “And so the top of the stockings is visible!”

"Do what they say bitch!" - Pasha answered with an iron voice - "And do not argue with me!"

From this, I even stopped and did not know what to say.

“Well ... I ... I do not know ..." - I muttered, trying to come up with an answer.

“Well, Shlushkaaa, come on, do it for me, dear,” - unexpectedly childishly docked Pasha.

"Good, good" - his childish voice touched me. I turned around. Around it was full of people. Carefully, with my right hand, I took the skirt belt on the left side and pulled it up; I did the same with the right side of the skirt with my left hand.

“I did it honey,” I breathed into the phone. I caught my breath because of what I was doing! Looking down at my feet, I saw that the openwork top of the stockings was put up in full view of others. Looking down, I continued walking down the street.

"Well done Slut!" - Pasha said delightedly - "How is my hole? Flowing? "

“Flowing! It’s still flowing! ”I laughed. I felt the discharge begin to seep from my vagina, and from the breeze blowing under the short skirt I could feel the coolness on the wet skin between my legs.

"Oh, bliiiin" - I quietly moaned - "Kick!"

“Okay, I'll call you back later, the main thing is not to pull the skirt off! So go, ”said Pasha and disconnected.

I put the phone in my purse and, without raising my eyes, kept going. My face was burning with shame. Every cell of the body, I felt close attention to me passers-by. Passing past the mirror facade of the grocery store, I looked into the reflection. The way I look, of course I was very embarrassed. Stockings, of course, were not fully visible, but part of the openwork top was treacherously visible from under the lace lining of the skirt hem. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) With each step I took, the wide hem of the back flaped and probably revealed a wonderful view of the one walking behind. I suddenly became very ashamed of my appearance, but at the same time, wild excitement gripped my entire consciousness. Feet became like cotton, dizzy. I looked around to find where to sit down and take a breath. Not far from me was a metal bench, on which sat a guy with a girl. I walked over and crouched with relief. A chill of iron nicely cooled ass. I fiddled a little on the spot, trying to attach my hot girl. She gasped softly as she touched the cold metal. I blissfully closed my eyes and leaned back.

Having come to myself a little, I looked down.The short skirt of the skirt fully opened on the sides of my legs in stockings. I tried to pull up the skirt, but it was a useless exercise. Sneaky glance in the direction of a couple sitting next to me, I noticed that the guy was frankly looking at my legs. Suddenly I was excited because I understood how he wants me. I got up and, straightening the hem from behind, walked on, knowing that he did not take his eyes off me.

So under the gazes of women and admiring glances of men, I walked down the street. Excitement grew. Vagina oozed abundantly, and I already felt how the discharge begins to be absorbed into the openwork top of the stockings. To be honest, then for me it was a little pleasant ...

I went to the supermarket. Inside was full of people. Getting up on the escalator, I went up. Laughing and whispering was heard from behind. I turned around. Two guys were standing behind me and, naturally, they were staring under my skirt. Turning away, I pretended not to notice their attention. “Do you want to see?” - a crazy thought flashed through my head - “Well, look” I put one foot up a notch and pulled my ass as much as possible. “Aaaaaaa !!!” - everything inside screamed. I imagined what kind of view was opened to the guys behind. My expiring hole with smoothly shaved sex lips, from which drips discharge. Yes, yes, it was dripping! I really felt it and was very sorry that I obeyed Pasha not to wear shorts.

An escalator took me to the top floor. I leisurely went, inspecting the departments selling clothes and other goods. Then suddenly the phone began to play in her purse. Called Pasha.

"Yes, dear," I replied with a gasp.

“How are you walking there?” He asked.

“I ... I ... lit up the guys here,” I said softly, as the guys continued to follow me, “They are following me now.”

“Get rid of them!” Pasha answered firmly.

“How?” I wondered.

“Send them away, and that's all,” he laughed. “What, don't you know how it is done or what?”

"Well ... I will try ..." - I abruptly turned back.

“What do you want?” I asked, to the two guys following me: “There’s nothing to follow me! Little place or something? "

The guys were taken aback and stopped for a second. Then one of them shrugged and turned aside, dragging his friend along with him by the sleeve of his jacket.

"Fuuu" - I breathed into the phone - "Roll off"

“Well done!” - Pasha praised me, who heard everything - “You are just my slut!”

"Mmmm ... Yeah ..." - I stretched out smiling.

At that time I was passing by the department selling women’s underwear. In general, underwear is my weakness. I can never pass by. And now I automatically turned and went into the department.

"Oh, what a beauty!" - I said, looking at a wonderful set of panties, bodice and belt for stockings.

“Where are you?” Asked Pasha. “What is the beauty there?”

“I'm in the linen department, there is such a cool kit! All this lace is transparent, lovely "- I rattled -" Pasha, but can I wear panties, and then it flows out of me very much ... Already socks are wet ... "

“You are saying a lot,” he grinned. “I know what needs to be done. Did you take your panties with you? ”

"Yes, and what can you wear?" - I was delighted.

“No way!” He replied sternly, “Go to the fitting room or find a secluded place.”

“Let's go to the fitting room,” I said, and taking the first thing that came to my hand, it was a combination of silk and lace, I went behind the curtain of the booth, “I am there, so what?”

"Take out your panties" - Pasha commanded. I opened my handbag and took out my pink lace panties that had been stuck with me.

“I got it,” I said, straightening a pink ball of lace fabric.

"Fine. Now let's shove them inside. ”

"What?" - I froze in surprise.

“Shove them in, I say,” he repeated, “Into the vagina. What is not clear "

“But ... but ... I ... I do not know ..." - I stammered, stuttering, not knowing what to say.

“Go Slush! Come do what I tell you! And don't argue! ”Pasha repeated powerfully.

"Well ... Well ..." - I spread my legs wider, crouched slightly and with my fingers apart her slippery lips, I began to gently stuff the lace fabric into myself.

"Oooh ..." I quietly moaned when the vagina began to fill.Lace at first not very pleasantly scratched the delicate walls of the vagina. But the deeper the fabric penetrated, the more the sensations inside changed, turning into pleasant and so unusual.

"Ohhh ... my God is mine," I moaned, "This is ... this ... oh ... how cool it is."

I stuffed my panties, leaving only a piece of cloth to hang around, I straightened up and held the phone up.

"Pashaaa ..." - I gasped - "I still ... shoved"

"Well done, my sweet" - he replied, and in his voice clearly felt a strong arousal - "So you will walk now. Got it? ”

"Yes Dear. I understood, ”I replied, and left the booth.

“Well, let's talk what sensations” - asked Pasha.

The sensations were quite unusual. Lace fabric tickled inside the vagina, and a protruding piece tickled the inside of the thighs at each step. Inside there was a strong itch, from which, I felt it, the vagina became rich in the release of lubricant! I told all this to Pasha. And he, apparently, was already playing with his handsome!

"I am concuu now ..." he whispered into the phone. His breathing was heavy and intermittent - “Oooh yeah!” Apparently he really finished.

“Let's call Shlush later,” he said, “Walk for now.”

Pasha turned off the phone, and I went down the store feeling that my legs were getting cotton. A fine shiver ran through the body in waves.