Jenny's Diary 3: Fun with Shopping

After the thrill of being stripped naked at the hen party, life became rather humdrum. I had no out-of-town business trips to look forward to, and I was kept busy at work.

I'm always very careful at the office, but one day, before going out to get a bite of lunch, I nipped into the ladies' room and took off my panties. I was wearing a skirt that day, and it was exciting going out through reception, down the elevator and into the street naked under my skirt. I didn't manage to concoct an "up-skirt" opportunity that day, but I did a few days later.

On that occasion, I bought a sandwich and went to sit on a bench in a small square. There are several benches there, and at lunch time on a nice day most of them are occupied. Several people were sitting across from me, including some young men. I crossed my legs and started eating the sandwich while looking at my phone. But after a few bites, I dropped the napkin on the ground. I looked down, uncrossed my legs and leaned over to pick it up. But I had my phone in one hand, the sandwich in another, and I contrived to get flustered while trying to deal with the napkin. So my skirt rode up and I opened my legs, letting the people across the way get a good look at my naked pussy. I pretended that I had suddenly realized what had happened, crossed my legs and looked up quickly. Two guys were watching me. One of them grinned. I tried to look embarrassed, then I just smiled back at him.

I didn't want them coming over and trying to chat me up, so I stood up and left. What a turn-on!

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Shopping presented another opportunity for some fun. One weekend I went to a supermarket in an area some distance from where I lived, and where I was reasonably confident I wouldn't bump into anybody I knew. I wore jeans and a baggy shirt with no bra, and I left the top three buttons of the shirt undone. I tested my getup at home, and even when I leaned over a little, the shirt hung open. Anybody in front of me would have a good view of my breasts.

Inside the store, I performed the "lean over" manoeuvre several times, but I couldn't seem to get my timing right. Either nobody was watching, or the shelving was in the way, or something. Then I spotted the deli. A young guy was working behind the counter, helping customers with takeaway food. I approached, waited until it was my turn, and when the guy looked at me, I leaned over slightly and pointed at a pizza slice. "I'll have one of those, please," I said.

I lifted my eyes to see the guy ogling me with his mouth hanging open. He managed to pull himself together and packaged up the pizza slice. "There you g, o ma'am," he said. "Was there anything else?"

I took the slice and pretended to examine the rest of the wares on display, leaning in to look more closely. I was very conscious of my shirt hanging open and the guy staring at my naked breasts. "No, that's all." I straightened and smiled sweetly at him. He was looking a little glassy-eyed. I strode away, laughing inwardly.

I did the same trick three more times while doing my shopping. I'm pretty sure the staff had something to talk about on their lunch break that day!

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The following weekend I repeated my visit to the same supermarket. This time I wore a short, loose dress and no underwear, not even panties. It was a delicious feeling walking round the store with nothing under my dress! Several times I contrived to bend down to look at things on the shelves, knowing that my dress would ride up the back and show off my bum and pussy. I checked out the deli counter and saw that the same guy was working there, so I didn't push my luck with him again.

It was only when I was about to get into line to pay that I thought about in-store security cameras. I spotted several of them, and for a while I was worried that my up-skirt antics were recorded and would later cause me a problem. But I suspected that the resolution on the cameras wasn't great, and in any case they were some distance away from the places I'd bent down. I very much doubted that much detail would be visible.

But the experience wasn't over. Just as I was about to exit the store a middle-aged man came striding over to me. He wore a shirt with the store's logo on the pocket and a name tag that proclaimed him to be "Brian Callaghan, Store Manager". I immediately sensed that this could be a problem.

"Listen here, young lady," he said, his face stern. "I know what you've been doing. We've got cameras in the store and I've been watching you."

Oh hell! I thought, I might be in real trouble here. All I could think of doing was to try and brazen it out. "What? What are you talking about?"

"You've been parading about in that dress with no underwear on. We saw you bending over a few times. This is a family store - we can't have that going on. People will complain."

I pretended to be shocked. "What? No underwear? How dare you? How do you know?"

The guy sighed and pulled out his phone. "Look here." He tapped and swiped, then held the phone in front of me. "This is a video from one of our in-store cameras."

I stared at the screen, and saw myself walking down an aisle. A few other shoppers were browsing the shelves. On the screen, I stopped, turned sideways, looked down at something at the bottom of the shelf then leaned over to reach it. I saw my loose dress ride up my bum. A woman nearby glanced round, saw me and did a double-take. She shook her head and hurried out of view.

The quality of the video was excellent, and I realized that I'd misjudged how good the cameras were. Every detail was clear. It was obvious that I wasn't wearing panties, and my bare pussy was plain as day and captured in high definition video for all to see. The game was up. It would be impossible to talk my way out of this.

"We've got a couple more of you like that," continued the store manager. "So please don't act the innocent with me."

By now, I was blushing scarlet. It was one thing to flash my breasts or pussy in a kind of anonymous, accidental fashion, but quite another to be caught on video doing it - and then to be shown the video. Suddenly my little fetish was not only exciting but also dangerous. "I'm sorry," I stammered. "I won't do it again."

"Damn right you won't. Don't come back to this store unless you're dressed properly. Better yet, don't come back at all. If I see you in here again pulling a stunt like that I'll have you charged."

I nodded mutely and almost ran out. I wasn't at all sure whether he could charge me, but I didn't want to wait around any longer. And to make matters worse, when I got outside the wind was blowing, and with one hand occupied carrying my shopping, I had a very hard time keeping my dress down. Twice a gust of wind blew my dress up, and the second time a young guy getting into his car got a full view of my pussy. So even when I was trying to avoid being an exhibitionist, I still found myself doing it!