- Crazy theft. Part 1
- Crazy theft. Part 2
- Crazy theft. Part 3
- Crazy theft. Part 4
A couple of months ago I bought a stock jacket at the store.
The jacket is like a jacket, it is well-sewn and does not hide the figure as a down jacket, of course I bought it because of its cornflower blue color ... But that's not the point. When I was going out through the frame, the alarm system sounded and the girl from the cashier stopped me, took the bag, led them to the cashier and returned it to me. But the metal detector squeaked on me again.
I won’t be too long - there was a broken sensor in my jacket pocket for this squeaker.
All the way I scrolled this situation in my head, well, agree what is the probability of such a finding? What did I not think about ... Maybe one of the buyers stole something and threw it into my pocket, or did the shopkeeper herself break and hide it?
Closer to the house the head was visited by the thought: what if this jacket was on me? Would they make me take it off? And if a jacket or even a dress ...
Remove there at the box office!
I was even shaken by the thought.
Yes, yes, immediately a handsome guard came to mind who undoed and took off my dress and purposely manipulated it over the cash desk for a long time, while not taking my eyes off me in the same laundry in the middle of the shopping center.
In general, I returned home all excited and wet and I think you guessed what I did after I closed the front door.
For two days I did not recall that incident, until on Monday evening I went to the same shopping center with my girlfriend.
The fantasies descended again at the moment I was picking things up. In a fit of excitement, I took another skirt, white blouse and dress.
I pulled up the curtain, trying not to look at myself in the mirror, changed into a skirt and a blouse.
The blouse was small to me and until the end I could not fasten it, which gave a certain piquancy along. The skirt was also so-so. I closed my eyes and presented a male voice in my head:
"Girl, in your clothes something squeaks, probably it is a skirt - remove it"
I squeezed lightning, pulled it off and threw it on the poof.
An image emerged in fantasies: I would be in the middle of the trading hall, in front of the cash register, there would have been a queue for me. So be it, admire the moment.
I spread my legs wider and arched my back.
"The skirt is clear, it means the case in a blouse - take it off lively!"
Oh, well, if it is really necessary ...
I opened my eyes and checked if the curtain was well closed. Then she looked at herself in the mirror, put her palm through her pussy from the bottom up and began to unbutton the buttons from the bottom.
Only if you insist ...
When the blouse lay down over the skirt I wanted to repeat and I put on a dress.
This time I did not want to close my eyes. I wanted more, I wanted to take a picture of myself so that I could look at myself at home again.
"Take off the dress thief"
Uhh ... Unzipped and dropped to the feet.
- So?
I said it in voice. Stepped out of the dress. Made a series of photos.
Do you pick it up?
She bent down and clicked.
"I think I saw a similar bra in our store"
I pulled the strap out ... Click.
Suddenly the curtain swung.
- Mash, how is it? Come up?
I completely forgot about my girlfriend.
- Not. Try on another jacket and go out.
Dressed, put herself in order and left the fitting room.
Already being at home, I naked and with fingers on my pussy looked at my photos.
And I'm good, I will not be ashamed of my body. Only such a dress is worn without a bra, and you have to be without a lining and in thongs. Mmm ...
That evening I played enough for the glory of examining my photos and added cork and favorite beads to my games with my fingers.
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