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Sometimes The Little Bit Of An Exhibitionist In Me...

Sometimes the little bit of an exhibitionist in me escapes at the strangest times. I had signed on to SLS one morning to bide my time until the morning coffee helped me catch up with the day. Boiiing. Little screen pops up 'your chatting with b****' it announces. Damn thought I disabled that, it's too early for this. Oh well, not the time to disappoint. Hi B******** I type--------------------------------.

An hour later has me hopping into the SUV with my sunscreen in hand along with a grocery list. Off to the tanning salon first. It is sunny out but the salon does help put some color on faster." Hi Joanne", the teenager says at the counter, "ten minutes again". "Yep anymore and I'd be burnt to a crisp". "Room 21 then." "Thanks."
Once in the room, with the door locked, I start to remove my clothes. Thanks to Mr. B's chat earlier there wasn't much to take off. After our chat I had put on a sheer bra and panty set. Definitely see my nipples thru the cups and if I had any pussy hair, would positively see it thru my thong panty. In any case anyone looking could discern the line formed by my two puckered lips. On top of that, I wore a white summery top, not completely see thru, but on a sunny day might be a bit revealing. The skirt was one of my short ones. Black mid-thigh, maybe a tad shorter, that likes to ride up whenever I move around a lot. White anklets and sneakers rounded it out. 'Not bad for an old broad I thought'.

All off and on the little pegs sticking out of the wall. I did a nice job of rubbing the lotion on making sure to get all the important parts (some parts more than once). Tanning goggles on, ear plugs in (they do like to tune in the local rock station and play it loud) and get situated on the bed. Arms bent a little to get tanned under them and reach down to spread my butt just a little to try and avoid that little spot that never gets enough rays lol.
Twenty five minutes later out the tanning salon door, back into the beast (SUV) and off to the grocery store. This is the part we chatted about earlier. Got to fantasizing and decided I needed to tease someone today. Hmm, who to tease. Glancing down I saw the grocery list staring at me and I knew I had found my victims.

So first step is finding an appropriate spot in the lot. Front of the building, halfway out, a couple cars nearby but none in the adjoining spots. Found one and parked, drivers door away from the front of the building and cart corral opposite the truck. Huhhh. Took a deep breath, opened the door, and slid out of the front seat. No really graceful way to do it and the skirt did ride up a little but no one was watching anyway (too bad actually would've saw quite a bit of thigh). On the ground, reached over and grabbed my list and little clutch and was about ready to close the door when I decided I wasn't quite ready yet. "Gotta do this right", I thought. With that I reached under my skirt, grabbed the waistband of my thong and pulled it down. Once past the upper thighs kind of slid down to my feet. At that point, stepped out of them, grabbed my list and purse and headed for the store.

Hadn't noticed before really but there is an awful lot of reaching and bending over at the grocery store. No procrastinating either, the fruits and vegetable section is notorious for that. Everything I wanted was a reach or a stretch all the while feeling the store air-conditioning on my legs and upper thighs. Reach for the bananas (hmm did I write that?) bend over for the apples and gr*pes. Uh Uh if he wants a watermelon he's gonna have to get it himself, as I imagine myself falling into the bin, legs up, displaying a bit more than I intended to. Not too many people here now. The occasional husband off from work, the housewives with kids in tow and the lil grannies driving the basket as poorly as their Grand Marquis. Of course the employees were roaming around also. One or two older guys and a couple of teenage boys. Seems I caught the interest of one of those boys as I roamed the store.

Peanut butter on the lower shelf (squat) A1 top shelf (stretch) Pepsi (bend over and lift). You get the idea. It was becoming apparent I had attracted an admirer. There at aisle one, again about seven, then again at ten, coincidence? Razor blades, one of the last items and I'm clueless. Which ones does he use? Damn, can't remember. That's when my admirer comes over. "Can I help you find something?" "Hmm, I'm not sure which type of razor blades my husband uses." "Let me help", he says as he squats down to look at the blades on the lower shelves. Just about eye level with the hem of my skirt. "How about these?", as he grabs a package, turns toward me and holds it up. Not real good with the eye contact I'm thinking as I say "Nope don't think so." "Ok, describe the handle for me" he says and puts back the package all. As I describe the razor he continues to look on the lower shelves. I decide to turn up the heat by giving the waist band of my skirt a roll or two. 'Wow that even looks short from here', I think. I move my left foot about 8 inches more to the left and slightly behind me letting the skirt ride a little higher. Jeez just covering my butt I think. "How about these" he announces as he turns back again and gets a really good view of the very tops of my thighs. What happened next was priceless, little shock in the eyes, mouth caught open in mid-sentence as he loses his balance and falls back on his butt. And from that position I'm sure he could see everything he thought he saw seconds earlier. "Hmm, nope", I said reaching for the blades I knew all along were my hubbies and thanking him anyway.

Off to the checkout counter where one of teenage girls was working. "Nice skirt," she comments. "Thanks." Now the reaching and bending starts all over again. Meanwhile the checker calls over one of the boys to bag for me. Now, when I'm normally there, in a suit or jeans one may show up maybe. Today two come sprinting over, including my admirer from the razor blade aisle. "Hey, I'm bagging today. Your stocking remember". "Oh Yeah", he said. Didn't leave right away though. So as I come up with an item or two from my basket and turn and put them on the belt it's obvious they're just standing there. "One of you guys bag", the checkout girl admonished them. So the real bagger starts bagging, the stock boy moves away (actually just a little and still in line with my aisle) and both appear to have a bit of a problem with their jeans fitting. All this attention is getting me excited. My nipples, which are normally erect, are hard as pebbles and pointing thru my top. As I do my bend and reach aerobics I can feel myself getting wet between my legs also. Last item, I stand up straight and notice the checkout girl looking down and blushing and the bag boy's pants sporting a nice sized bulge. Yup, not bad for an old broad.

"Can I help you to the car with these" he asks. "Please" I say. Off to the truck, of course me leading the way. Press the key fob and pop open the back and realize hubby left some boxes in the back which all shifted to the rear as I drove. Not a problem, as I lean in to push them forward. About the time I felt the cool breeze on my pussy was about the same time I realized what I was doing. Oops. Those little ballerina reaches work well with pants on not so well with a short skirt. Turning back I notice he's just a little redder and looking a lot more nervous. I step aside and watch him load the truck. Glancing toward the front door I notice the panties I dropped to the ground earlier where not there. Smiling, I wonder who found them and where they were now. Reaching into my purse, I find a few quarters to give him for helping as he finishes loading the truck. "Thank you", I say handing him the change when one errant quarter takes a dive for the pavement. Damn. "I'll get it", he says and almost literally dives for the underside of the truck. "Careful, don't get hurt", I say. "I got it," he says as he slowly backs out, looks up and must've gotten one of the best split beaver shots he's seen in his short life. "Thanks again," I said. "Not a problem," he stammered as he took the cart to the cart corral glancing back as he went. That's when I noticed something white sticking out of his pants pocket. 'My thong', I thought, must have been blown under the truck by a breeze. Hmm, little memento I guess lol. Then I notice, another row over, another guy watching the scene unfold.

Little smile, maybe a blush, and then open the driver's door. Toss my purse in, grab the handle and pull myself up and just in case I haven't lost my audience bend over to place my purse on the passenger seat letting my skirt show a good half of my butt. Climbing in and adjusting the mirror confirmed I hadn't lost my audience. The bag boy had both hands in his pockets and the guy a row over still holding his cell phone.' Maybe I'll see myself on the internet soon, 'I think.

On the way home I managed to keep from crashing as I rubbed myself to a couple little o's. Once home, put the truck in the garage, closed the door and unloaded the groceries. Naked of course. Skirt had to go right in the wash.

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