I had errands to run one weekday afternoon, nothing special with no planned sex, but open to opportunities. I still dressed in a short skirt, no panties, and a white shirt that buttoned down the front, no bra, unbuttoned to see the curves and cleavage of my DD tits.

Taking selfies before I dressed, I played with my clit and slipped fingers into my pussy, but only enough to get me wet. Before I buttoned the shirt, I twisted and pulled my nipples, making them hard so they poled through my thin shirt.

I grabbed my keys and headed for my car.

I laid a towel down on my seat, but also decided I wasn't going to masturbate. Ok, at least not yet.

First stop, the dry cleaners.

It was owned and operated by a younger man who was also the sole employee. I knew he'd be there. I had fantasized about him once or twice and decided it was time to give him something to think about too.

We exchanged pleasantries as I handed him my claim ticket. As he headed back to the counter with my cleaning, I bent forward so he saw my tits and could glimpse my nipples. I stood up again and smiled at him. His normal friendly manner had a bit of jagged breathing. I took my clothes and headed for the door. I looked back over my shoulder and saw him watching me. I smiled and said, "See you next time."

I somehow managed to drop my keys and bent over at the waist to pick them up very slowly. This allowed my skirt to creep up and expose part of my bare ass. My legs were spread just wide enough to give him a clear view of my pussy, which was freshly wet from this exchange.

He came around the counter and opened the door for me. I looked back one last time with a smile.

I went to my car, hung the clothes in the back seat and fell into the driver's seat.

I was so turned on. I rubbed my hard nipples through my shirt and traced my fingers all around, never quite touching, my pussy and clit.

Next to the library,

Yes, the library, I love to read but really don't have much space at home for bookshelves. This keeps me from buying too many and use this huge reading emporium instead.

The desk is manned, as always, by the head librarian. There are others in different departments. I'm keenly interested in history, all areas and eras. She is very friendly and gave me a quick look up and down, nodding with approval.

I dropped my completed books with her and headed for the numerous aisles of the history department.

On my way, I undid one more button, causing my tits to strain against the shirt, threatening to pop out. I saw the librarian for this section and waved hello. He recognized me.

I found the section I was working my way through. I heard him approach and, facing the end of the aisle I knew he would come down, I bent over to look very intently to the books on the bottom shelf. My skirt rode up to show my butt and my tits were on the edge of spilling out of the shirt. He got a great view. I stood up when he said hello and, turning toward him. both tits popped out bouncing in his face.

I was busy straightening my skirt, and before I could reach to put them back he had one tucked neatly away. I deposited the other back behind its curtain and re-buttoned the one I had just undone.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! This stupid button just won't stay done."

I rubbed my hands against my nipples as I settled everything back in place. He reached down to finish one unnecessary last tug to my skirt.

"There, all better. Everything tucked back where it belongs."

There was longing in his eyes, but he didn't say anything more about it. He did stand just a little closer as he helped keep my reading in chronological order.

I chose my three books and headed back to the main desk to check them out.

She was right were she always was and took the books and my library card while checking me out. She looked me in the eye, smiling, and said, "You should check your buttons. They don't seem to be aligned correctly."

I blushed with embarrassment at having been caught by someone other than the one I meant to tease.

We both chuckled a bit and I unbuttoned the mismatch and two more, allowing the shirt to fall open but kept my nipples covered. She licked her lips. I shifted enough to let my hard nipples pop out. Again, she licked her lips.

I gave her a bit of an intentional show, rubbing them against my palms, tracing my fingers over the tips of them. This made me gasp for the unexpected intensity of that contact. I grabbed them with my thumb and forefinger. I pinched and twisted them, pulled them hard and far enough to pull my tits freeing them completely from my shirt, holding them I twisted each one. Making sure I had a strong grip on them, I shook them, making each tit swing and bounce.

Looking around, I tucked them away, making sure no one else saw my brief display.

Two more stops.

Next up was the nursery.

Last year, I put in a small vegetable garden in my backyard. It had done really well, so this year I made it a little bigger. I needed more organic fertilizer and stakes.

It was the middle of the afternoon on a Tuesday. They weren't overly busy which meant I could wander around. I grabbed a cart and went to get my specific items. Then I wandered up and down the aisles. Several employees stopped and asked if I needed any help. I politely told them I was just looking.

Every now and then someone would appear, but I just waved them off. Until, one guy came near and stood close to me. Before I moved on, another one did the same on the other side of me. I stepped around him and moved a few feet down. Before they could move, I bent over with my back to them, my legs spread open, ass and pussy fully exposed. I stood up quickly and turned toward them. I reached for something just beyond my reach and "accidentally" dropped it. Bending over again, this time facing them, my tits bounced out of my shirt. I pinched my nipples as I slipped them back in and stood up. You could see their hard cocks fighting to be free.

I lifted my skirt and slipped my fingers in between my legs, sliding them along my slit. I put the skirt back in place and wandered my way to the register.

I had recognized one of them as an employee, but never did find out who the other was.

Last stop: Groceries.

This is one of my very favorite places to flash and I was already aching for more.

It took all of my self control to not touch myself and give in to the orgasm I was longing for.

Deep breath.

I went out of town to one of the super stores for this trip. I prefer not to risk any of the small stores around home. Plus, I wanted a bigger audience and more opportunities.

I parked about half way back in the giant parking lot. I unbuttoned my shirt enough to drop my DDs out, but not enough for them to do it just walking. I didn't adjust my skirt, letting thigh and butt peek out. It rode up a bit with each step. I passed a number of people heading to their cars and knew heads were turning behind me because I heard the gasps and mmmm hmmmm's from them. As I moved through the double doors, I covered up again, for a while anyway. I didn't want to get kicked out before I got to show off.

I grabbed a cart and began my slow trek through every aisle. I kept an eye out for security cameras but only so that they wouldn't show me walking through the store with everything hanging out, as much as that would have been fun.

I did like the thought of pulling my skirt up to my waist and unbuttoning my shirt down to meet it, then peeling it back to show off the girls. But this wasn't the place for that. Maybe the movies that night? Mmmmm. The thought had me on the edge of cumming, but it was too soon so, as difficult was it is, I reeled it back.

I let a nip slip out for a couple of rows. The first was empty. the second wasn't. Two people, one man and one woman, were shopping independently of each other. They both glanced over as I turned into the aisle. She gave me a side eyed glare, but didn't say anything. He did a double take and smiled at me. I stopped near him, looking at anything on the shelves, and as she moved on, I hitched my skirt up on one side to expose my ass cheek. He turned to look at my side of the aisle noticing my bare ass and running his hand over it as he turned. He reached passed me and tweaked a nipple as he picked up something and pretended to look at it.

I tucked my nipple away and moved on to the next aisle. He didn't follow me. I was alone until I neared the end and was just beginning to turn out to the next one when a woman passed me on her way in the opposite direction. She abruptly stopped and walked back towards me.

She came up and molded herself to my back. Reaching around, she slid her hand into my shirt and squeezed my tit, while her other hand slid from my exposed ass to the front of me and tried to reach my clit. I didn't open my legs to give her that access, though I mewled like a kitten, wanting so much for her to have my orgasm. I stood firm, though, and reminded myself this was about and not really planning to cum in public.

Maybe.

She whispered in my ear, "Too bad. It would have been so much fun for us both. I'll be watching out for you while we shop, in case you change your mind. It's been a while since I've cum in this store. It would be fun."

She removed her hands but fully pulled out the tit she had held. I left it there, instead I pulled my skirt into place. I was shaking with the need to call her back, but I didn't.

The next two aisles where empty. As I moved on and turned into housewares. I needed light bulbs. I stopped in a camera blind spot and unbuttoned the last two buttons on my shirt. I put the exposed breast back into the shirt, but now both were showing to the nipple, which remained precariously hidden behind its curtain.

I found the bulbs and spent a lot of time going through them, appearing to have trouble deciding what to get. I had fixed my skirt so the hem barely covered the bottom of my checks. As I squatted down or bent over there were various degrees of bare bottom and open pussy showing. A few people moved passed me as they made their selections. .

A few stopped to ask if they could assist. I would turn directly to them to thank them but decline their offer. Then I abruptly spun around and bent over in front of them. Some sighs of longing could be heard. Others attempted to caress a cheek or slip a finger in me, but I never gave them access, straightening up and moving away. I picked up the bulbs I needed and moved on.

I had wanted to pick up a few picture frames for some photos I wanted to hang. They were a few aisles down. I took my time getting to them. I had once again adjusted my skirt to cover my ass but leave the very top of my thighs for viewing. I let a nipple slip on one side, looking like it was accidental. I roamed up and down, garnering a few appreciative looks and one bare ass pinch.

Next was the time to use the selfies I had taken.

When I reached my the picture frame aisle, I pulled out my phone and opened my camera to look at the pictures like I intended to print and frame them, I did. I held the phone up next to a frame, trying to decide which one would work best with each photo.

There were others there when I arrived, but it thinned out quickly as they noticed my selfies.

Others stayed.

I reached up, going on tiptoes, to hold it up to a frame on the top shelf. I shook my head and brought my heels down. The movement had the desired effect. My skirt rose up, uncovering half my ass, and my tits slid out of their meager cover. Slowly, shyly. I moved them back in place but left my skirt.

I changed pictures on my phone and bent over at the waist to hold it next to a frame on the bottom shelf. I then squatted to take the frame out and hold it and my phone side by side. The photo matched my current position and was taken from behind me, revealing that my pussy was also available for viewing.

One man commented I had an interesting collection I was looking to frame,

"Where are you planning to hang them? Will they be in a gallery showing? I'd like to see your final product."

"No, they will hang in my bedroom."

"That's a waste."

"Oh, no, not really. I took these this morning and when I look at them later, I will remember today and all of the errands I ran showing myself to anyone wanting to look. That makes me happy in so very many ways."

"You mean you have more on your walls from other escapades? That's a gallery I would love to go to."

I smiled, but didn't invite him to go home with me, nor offered him my phone number. He was clearly disappointed and walked away from me.

I noticed the woman, from my earlier encounter with her, was watching from the end of the aisle, squeezing her tits and rubbing her thighs together. I had my legs apart and put one hand between them rubbing my clit and slipping a finger inside me. I walked toward her, with no intention of stopping any longer then wiping my finger under her nose before slipping it in between her parted lips to taste the honey that lingered there. It was barely a pause but she was ready for me too, slipping her hand into my shirt and twisting a nipple with a hard pinch.

We both sighed as we walked away from each other.

There weren't any other items I needed except for groceries, but I completed my intended path, changing up what I exposed every 2-3 aisles.

I stopped in the women's bathroom, deciding what exposure I would start with moving into the grocery area. I decided I would walk out with one nipple showing and my skirt hiked on one side, like when I got out of the car. I took a quick wipe to my sopping wet pussy and headed back into the store.

The food section was more of an open air layout and much brighter than the rest of the store. This meant more exposure and usually more people. I steadied myself before I crossed into it. I was desperately near an orgasm. One that would likely be loudly accompanied by yelling things like, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" and "Harder!" and "Oh there. Don't stop!" and "I'm cumming!"

Followed by a satisfied scream when it all washed over me, buckling my knees and, likely, begging for more.

That was for home, standing in front of my open windows.

Breathe.

I took a step forward.

I turned left, towards the back of the store and would work my way forward to the produce section at the front. There were so very many opportunities there, bending and reaching. I would do half the store working my way forward and then the other half heading back before heading to check out.

When I got to the back row, a stock boy was working filling shelves. He was on ladder, moving things around. He was at the opposite end from me, but glanced over when I entered. He stopped what he was doing to give me his full attention when he saw the nipple.

I knew I had his attention. He was not being at all covert. I turned to look at anything, so he could see my exposed ass and then bent over to give him a full view.

When I stood facing him again, he quietly applauded. That drove me on. With one hand I squeezed one tit and the other went to work on my nipple. I pinched and twisted it. I pulled upward to lift the whole tit, which now was fully exposed, and shook it while it was hanging from the nipple. I reached under it and lifted it to my face, first licking it and then grabbing it in my mouth, lifting it out of my hand by the suction I had created, and shook it. I lowered it back into my palm and kept up the suction as I lifted my face away. Slowly, it slipped from me until it was only the nipple left. I held it in my teeth, biting, licking and shaking it, adding some delightful pain to my experience.

Once it finally slid from my teeth, I grabbed as much as I could in my mouth, once again lifting it until it slid to a certain point, when I pulled it out with my hand. It made a loud pop when it let go.

He was straining for release as I moved toward him. He came down to the floor and twisted both nipples, swatting between my legs to slap my pussy.

He then turned and headed for the stock room to undoubtedly find a place for his own release.

I readjusted myself, my skirt was pulled down to barely cover my ass and both breasts were back behind their partial curtain.

I slid my hand up my thigh, but caught it before it went too far.

The next few rows were a flash here and there.

One woman came up to me, with a smile in her eyes, and softly said, "One of my favorite pastimes, too. I love this place, but if you want the best time, that big sporting goods store down the road, that's the very best."

My eyes lit up and I thanked her for the tip.

I was in the oil and vinegar row now. So many wonderfully shaped bottles. I picked up a few intriguing ones and looked at the bottoms of them. Shape and diameter were what mattered here. I added two to my cart. (They would be emptied before I used them for anything other than cooking.)

Around the corner and I was in produce. This was the best place for teasing and causing hard cocks.

A couple of men were putting new items out and straightening up others. They glanced at me and turned back to their tasks. Both were smiling.

A few other people were shopping there and my female friend was observing things. I reached across an open display of peaches, like I found the perfect one. Up went my skirt, revealing the lower portion of each cheek. My DDs pressed against the peaches as they caressed the bare skin between them. I wanted more contact with their soft fuzz. I put the first peach into my cart and shimmed a bit to set my tits free as I turned back to the them.

I pressed against the peaches again. Those that looked could tell I was bare breasted against them without seeing the full breast. The warmth of my body on the fruit with the sensation of the soft fuzz as I slowly and carefully moved across them was amazing.

I carefully lifted myself from them, covering my nipples as I slipped each entire breast back behind the shirt knowing they could easily spill out. I reach behind me and felt bare butt (like i didn't know it was showing) and smoothed the skirt back into its barely covering position.

I glanced around, feigning embarrassment to see if anyone was watching. Most of the eyes quickly looked away, pretending they hadn't seen a thing, even though they were glancing back at me waiting to see what might happen next.

I didn't disappoint.

I put two more peaches in my cart and moved across the way to vegetables.

Of course, what's a trip without picking out a cucumber or butternut squash. After carefully examining many of them, looking at their length, wrapping my hand around them to determine their thickness, I added an especially appealing butternut squash, they look like really thick penises with a bulbous bottom, and a hefty cucumber to the cart. It turns people on to watch the selection process and is always worth the expense for me to get to watch them, too. I also needed broccoli, an onion, and a few tomatoes. I moved back to the fruit. I selected a few green bananas after testing their firmness. My last stop was the packed fruit on ice. I was hoping to find some bite size watermelon to snack on. I picked up a few to look at, casually placing the wet, iced side against each of my covered tits. My already hard nipples popped out even more. The packages wet my shirt making them all the more visible. I looked down, realizing what I'd done, like it wasn't on purpose, and looked around quickly to see who might have caught me in this "unintended" gaff.

I chuckled inside when some people couldn't tear their eyes away.

I shyly put one package in the cart and other back in the display.

As I turned back to my cart, my shopping friend came up to me, looked at my covered but fully exposed tits and pinched one nipple as she leaned forward to suck on another through my shirt. Now those around us drew closer. She didn't stay but a minute and licked my neck as she moved on.

Slick, sticky juices were now moving down my thighs.

This exchange left me feeling so raw, I reached for the squash without thinking, and put it between my legs, rubbing it along my slit and poking it at the opening of my pussy to stretch and fill me. I stopped suddenly pulling it back and saw everyone watching me intently. I wanted to give them the show they wanted. I didn't. I couldn't. I'd end up arrested. I forced myself to let some common sense come through.

I put the squash back in the cart, straightened up, and moved back into an aisle to head to the back of the store again.

That was just too close.

I moved through the first two aisles pretty quickly, trying to fight against the squash fuck I had wanted so desperately. A good cucumber can fill can fill a pussy, sometimes better than a penis, but a thick, hard shelled squash will stretch you open before moving into your cunt and fucking it, taking the whole thing down to its bulb, is an entirely different experience.

Many deep breaths later, I was back under control. At least, I hoped I was.

I moved more quickly through the rest of the aisles. I needed to get to my car to finish what I started.

My cashier was a busty, pretty woman training a male new hire.

They got plenty of tit and nipple action, I just couldn't keep them where they were supposed to be. I turned away from them to bend over to get something I "dropped" giving them a full view of my ass and glistening pussy, too.

I paid for my things and practically ran to my car, letting everything show as I went by. I had one thought, a demanding need to be fucked and cum.

No body was there for the fucking part, but that penis squash would more than do. Really, I bought this one for pleasure not food.

Everything loaded into the passenger side front seat and I slammed my door before my ass had settled into the seat. I tilted it back a bit, opened up my shirt, my skirt was already around my waist. Legs spread wide, I grabbed my "toy" and rammed it home forcing it in despite its width. I moaned loudly as my pussy opened and stretched to accommodate it. My body shook as I pounded it fast, hard and deep in me. My hips lifted to meet each thrust. The large base of beat on my clit over and over.

My other hand slapped my tits and nipples, pinched my nipples tight enough to pull it tit up before sliding through to drop. Exquisite.

I pulled the toy from its demanding hole just long enough to tit fuck myself, slapping them and then rammed it in my cunt where it belonged.

I was moaning and yelling, "Fuck! That feels so good. Harder! More. Make me cum."

Screaming like there was really someone else there doing this to me. I fantasized about actually fucking the squash in the store with an audience.

I don't know if was just seconds or ten minutes.

I had held back, wanting this to be fully satisfying. It was the fantasy of my shopping friend helping with my nature made dildo that sent me over the edge.

"YES! Don't stop. There. Right there. Harder! Harder! NOW!"

I came so hard, I sprayed the floor and part of the dashboard. Slowly, my shuddering decreased, as the mini orgasms that followed all on their own, tapered off. I was soaked, so was the car, and the squash survived to please another day.

When I finally had my wits about me, I carefully drove home, naked.

Hard to believe, but I was ready, again, by the time when I turned out of the parking lot. As tender as I was, I was caressing my pussy, thinking about the dildo and vibrator I was going to use. Oooo, nipple clips, too, so I had both hands free to do whatever I wanted.

But my pussy was begging for another round. I thought about what I was going to do. First, chained clips on my nipples. Immediately followed by the squash fulling my cunt, a vibrator on my clit, and I wondered if I would have room left for the dildo up my ass.

Everything to be done in front of my windows.

I couldn't wait to get home.