Embarrassing, but thrilling memories
I dressed more often in various cities and became more confident about dressing. I enjoyed two dress shops in a town on different levels of an outside mall. An exterior stairway connected the two levels. I learned the wind rushed through the stairway and played with my dress or skirt. It was thrilling to feel the wind play with the hemline. I did not try to keep the skirt or dress from floating up.
I love silky broomstick-type skirts. These skirts flowed well with me. I did not wear slips with these skirts, which made them transparent. My other favorite skirts are miniskirts. No skirt is too short or has too much of a walking slit cut into it.
Sometimes, I located a flowing skirt that buttoned up the front. I was becoming more brazen at this shopping center. I parked in the lower back of the parking lot but shopped first at the upper-level store. I liked to unbutton the entire row of buttons up the front of the skirt except the one at the waist. I loved the wind playing with my dress as I walked between cars towards the staircase. My stocking-covered legs and garter belt were visible with each step. I felt the wind playing with my hair. I decided not to wear a slip that day since the weather was warm. I was wearing red bikini-style panties. My clit was enjoying the refreshing breeze. My clit was not exposed, but the wind passing through my panty was exciting.
The staircase had taller bushes on the lower level. A landing separated the stairs into two flights. I started up the stairs when I noticed a group of teenage males on the landing. I had no time to rebutton my skirt because it would draw attention. I tried to hold the dress together as I passed the young males. The males made comments and tried to grab my skirt. I quickened my pace up the stairs. Thankfully, the males did not follow. I buttoned my dress at the top of the stairs to be a proper lady.
The upper-level store had fashionable clothing for young ladies and lots of miniskirts. I made selections and stepped out of the dressing room to check myself in the mirror. A couple of miniskirts stopped well above my stockings. I knew I wanted those skirts. I found a couple of button miniskirts, which were a necessity. I purchased some sheer or semi-sheer blouses showing the details of my bra. My hands were full with bags as I left the store and headed to the staircase.
No one was in the general area, so I unbuttoned my skirt again and started down the staircase. Now, I noticed the same young males. As I tried to walk past them, one of them grabbed my skirt. I wore a blouse, bikini panties, a garter belt, stockings, and heels. I was semi-hard from shopping. My hands are full of purchases from the first store. One or two of the young men were trying to pull my panty down. I dropped my purchases and took off running to the women's store on the lower level.
As I entered the store, I called for the manager who I had gotten to know. She brought me something to put around me, and I noticed my panty was soaked with cum. I had cum on my stocking, too. The store manager came back with my skirt and purchases. She wanted to call the police, but I was cross-dressed and did not want to report it.
The manager took me to her office to calm down. She had seen my cum soaked panties and asked if I wanted new panties. She selected some panties from her store. I chose some panties and **** for them. She permitted me to change in her office. I completed my shopping in her store.
I asked if I could take her out for dinner. She agreed, but she told me I had to be enfem.
I love silky broomstick-type skirts. These skirts flowed well with me. I did not wear slips with these skirts, which made them transparent. My other favorite skirts are miniskirts. No skirt is too short or has too much of a walking slit cut into it.
Sometimes, I located a flowing skirt that buttoned up the front. I was becoming more brazen at this shopping center. I parked in the lower back of the parking lot but shopped first at the upper-level store. I liked to unbutton the entire row of buttons up the front of the skirt except the one at the waist. I loved the wind playing with my dress as I walked between cars towards the staircase. My stocking-covered legs and garter belt were visible with each step. I felt the wind playing with my hair. I decided not to wear a slip that day since the weather was warm. I was wearing red bikini-style panties. My clit was enjoying the refreshing breeze. My clit was not exposed, but the wind passing through my panty was exciting.
The staircase had taller bushes on the lower level. A landing separated the stairs into two flights. I started up the stairs when I noticed a group of teenage males on the landing. I had no time to rebutton my skirt because it would draw attention. I tried to hold the dress together as I passed the young males. The males made comments and tried to grab my skirt. I quickened my pace up the stairs. Thankfully, the males did not follow. I buttoned my dress at the top of the stairs to be a proper lady.
The upper-level store had fashionable clothing for young ladies and lots of miniskirts. I made selections and stepped out of the dressing room to check myself in the mirror. A couple of miniskirts stopped well above my stockings. I knew I wanted those skirts. I found a couple of button miniskirts, which were a necessity. I purchased some sheer or semi-sheer blouses showing the details of my bra. My hands were full with bags as I left the store and headed to the staircase.
No one was in the general area, so I unbuttoned my skirt again and started down the staircase. Now, I noticed the same young males. As I tried to walk past them, one of them grabbed my skirt. I wore a blouse, bikini panties, a garter belt, stockings, and heels. I was semi-hard from shopping. My hands are full of purchases from the first store. One or two of the young men were trying to pull my panty down. I dropped my purchases and took off running to the women's store on the lower level.
As I entered the store, I called for the manager who I had gotten to know. She brought me something to put around me, and I noticed my panty was soaked with cum. I had cum on my stocking, too. The store manager came back with my skirt and purchases. She wanted to call the police, but I was cross-dressed and did not want to report it.
The manager took me to her office to calm down. She had seen my cum soaked panties and asked if I wanted new panties. She selected some panties from her store. I chose some panties and **** for them. She permitted me to change in her office. I completed my shopping in her store.
I asked if I could take her out for dinner. She agreed, but she told me I had to be enfem.
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