SexyVita
A Wanton of Words
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The first time Susan saw her, she knew the girl was special. She was sitting at an outdoor café, wearing a pink popcorn-stitch sweater with a short, but rather full, white cotton skirt. She was wearing what was probably a blond wig and a pair of oversized sunglasses that hid half her face. What they didn’t hide was heavy red lipstick that matched the fire-engine red polish on her finger and toenails. Even sitting, Susan could tell she was short, maybe a few inches over five feet, but the four inch heels she was wearing would make her approach a “normal” height.
But none of that was what truly made the young woman interesting. The thing that attracted Susan’s attention was that the woman’s almost inch long nipples were exposed. It was amazingly subtle, because they were almost exactly the same color as the sweater and she had apparently poked small holes in the fabric of the sweater, and pulled her nipples through them. They were nearly lost in the texture of the popcorn-stitch, but Susan had always been a keen observer, especially of people.
On the surface, the girl sat casually, reading a book as she sipped her coffee, but Susan could tell that she was excited, exposed only feet away from people walking by on the sidewalk, even if they did not notice. She took out her phone and snapped a few pictures of the woman just for her own pleasure. Watching the young woman expose herself excited Susan too and she would undoubtedly masturbate tonight with the help of these few images. She might even have approached the woman if she hadn’t chosen that moment to look up and realize that Susan was watching her. The woman flushed in embarrassment and pulled on the front of the sweater, her nipples disappearing inside, and then got up and dashed from the café.
It would have ended there with just a pleasant memory if Susan hadn’t seen her again nearly three months later. This time it was in a shoe store in the same area as the café where Susan had seen her the first time. The weather being warmer now than the last time she was wearing a halter dress that left her back exposed and made a deep “V” between her small breasts. The dress looked like it might be a size or two too small, as the woman’s long nipples strained against the fabric. It was so tight that it would have been impossible to wear even thong panties under the dress without them showing, and Susan would have been certain she was not wearing any even if the girl had not been flashing her pussy indiscriminately all over the store as she tried on shoes.
She was again wearing the same glasses and wig, and this time Susan was sure that it was a wig, as the woman’s red pubes did not match the blond hair on her head. She was trying on pairs of five inch heels and Susan smiled. It was apparent that this was her first pair that high because she was a bit unsteady on them and took short careful steps. Susan watched her pay for a pair of heels and proceed to wear them out, putting her other shoes in her bag. The new shoes made the girl roughly 5’10”, but she was still shorter than Susan’s barefoot height of six feet. With her own heels on, she would be half a head taller than the young woman that seemed so determined to show herself off in public.
Susan followed the girl from the store, wanting to find a way to approach her, but not wanting to scare her off. It was pretty obvious that she wanted to play her games, but not risk being recognized. Several things fell into place when Susan noticed a slight indention on the third finger of the woman’s right hand, where sometime in the last few hours a ring had been. So she was married, but here alone. The shoe store and the café were both only a few blocks from the train station. She might not have the picture completely right, but she was guessing the woman had come into the city from somewhere nearby. Maybe she had told her husband it was to go shopping, but in reality the real reason she went was to indulge her desire to expose herself in public.
It seemed that the girl didn’t care about exposing herself to other women as well as men, and that made Susan’s heart beat faster. She wanted this waifish young woman in the worst way. She wanted to show her how to truly push the envelope of her secret desires. The woman walked down the block and after some window shopping, she stopped into a clothing store. Susan lagged a bit behind, not wanting to cause the girl any alarm. By the time Susan entered the store there was no sign of the girl. Susan headed for the back of the store, looking for the dressing rooms. Sure enough, one of the curtained rooms was closed. Taking a chance, she pulled the curtain aside and stepped in to see the woman just finishing taking off her halter dress to try on something from the shop.
The girl froze with an startled “Eek” of fear and surprise. She was completely nude without the dress, with a thin frame, small but very pert breasts and those nipples that just begged to be sucked and nibbled on. The girl’s eyes went wide as she recognized Susan from the café all those months ago and then tried to quickly cover herself. “It’s you! The one that was staring at me that day in the café! How did you find me?”
Susan smiled, this was better than she could have expected. “Oh, I know a lot about you.” she lied. “I know that you’re married and your husband doesn’t know about your little ‘adventures’. I know that you are afraid of being recognized, but that it’s the fear and the embarrassment that goes with it that turns you on.” The last bit was a guess, but the girl’s expression confirmed it. Susan picked up the woman’s bag from the fitting room’s bench and riffled through it while the woman couldn’t stop her without exposing herself. She found a key to a locker at the train station, as well as the girl’s wallet with her ID. “So now, Beverly, you are going to do exactly as I tell you, or your husband will find what it is you do on these little shopping trips.”
But none of that was what truly made the young woman interesting. The thing that attracted Susan’s attention was that the woman’s almost inch long nipples were exposed. It was amazingly subtle, because they were almost exactly the same color as the sweater and she had apparently poked small holes in the fabric of the sweater, and pulled her nipples through them. They were nearly lost in the texture of the popcorn-stitch, but Susan had always been a keen observer, especially of people.
On the surface, the girl sat casually, reading a book as she sipped her coffee, but Susan could tell that she was excited, exposed only feet away from people walking by on the sidewalk, even if they did not notice. She took out her phone and snapped a few pictures of the woman just for her own pleasure. Watching the young woman expose herself excited Susan too and she would undoubtedly masturbate tonight with the help of these few images. She might even have approached the woman if she hadn’t chosen that moment to look up and realize that Susan was watching her. The woman flushed in embarrassment and pulled on the front of the sweater, her nipples disappearing inside, and then got up and dashed from the café.
It would have ended there with just a pleasant memory if Susan hadn’t seen her again nearly three months later. This time it was in a shoe store in the same area as the café where Susan had seen her the first time. The weather being warmer now than the last time she was wearing a halter dress that left her back exposed and made a deep “V” between her small breasts. The dress looked like it might be a size or two too small, as the woman’s long nipples strained against the fabric. It was so tight that it would have been impossible to wear even thong panties under the dress without them showing, and Susan would have been certain she was not wearing any even if the girl had not been flashing her pussy indiscriminately all over the store as she tried on shoes.
She was again wearing the same glasses and wig, and this time Susan was sure that it was a wig, as the woman’s red pubes did not match the blond hair on her head. She was trying on pairs of five inch heels and Susan smiled. It was apparent that this was her first pair that high because she was a bit unsteady on them and took short careful steps. Susan watched her pay for a pair of heels and proceed to wear them out, putting her other shoes in her bag. The new shoes made the girl roughly 5’10”, but she was still shorter than Susan’s barefoot height of six feet. With her own heels on, she would be half a head taller than the young woman that seemed so determined to show herself off in public.
Susan followed the girl from the store, wanting to find a way to approach her, but not wanting to scare her off. It was pretty obvious that she wanted to play her games, but not risk being recognized. Several things fell into place when Susan noticed a slight indention on the third finger of the woman’s right hand, where sometime in the last few hours a ring had been. So she was married, but here alone. The shoe store and the café were both only a few blocks from the train station. She might not have the picture completely right, but she was guessing the woman had come into the city from somewhere nearby. Maybe she had told her husband it was to go shopping, but in reality the real reason she went was to indulge her desire to expose herself in public.
It seemed that the girl didn’t care about exposing herself to other women as well as men, and that made Susan’s heart beat faster. She wanted this waifish young woman in the worst way. She wanted to show her how to truly push the envelope of her secret desires. The woman walked down the block and after some window shopping, she stopped into a clothing store. Susan lagged a bit behind, not wanting to cause the girl any alarm. By the time Susan entered the store there was no sign of the girl. Susan headed for the back of the store, looking for the dressing rooms. Sure enough, one of the curtained rooms was closed. Taking a chance, she pulled the curtain aside and stepped in to see the woman just finishing taking off her halter dress to try on something from the shop.
The girl froze with an startled “Eek” of fear and surprise. She was completely nude without the dress, with a thin frame, small but very pert breasts and those nipples that just begged to be sucked and nibbled on. The girl’s eyes went wide as she recognized Susan from the café all those months ago and then tried to quickly cover herself. “It’s you! The one that was staring at me that day in the café! How did you find me?”
Susan smiled, this was better than she could have expected. “Oh, I know a lot about you.” she lied. “I know that you’re married and your husband doesn’t know about your little ‘adventures’. I know that you are afraid of being recognized, but that it’s the fear and the embarrassment that goes with it that turns you on.” The last bit was a guess, but the girl’s expression confirmed it. Susan picked up the woman’s bag from the fitting room’s bench and riffled through it while the woman couldn’t stop her without exposing herself. She found a key to a locker at the train station, as well as the girl’s wallet with her ID. “So now, Beverly, you are going to do exactly as I tell you, or your husband will find what it is you do on these little shopping trips.”
