I don’t know what came over me when I went out dressed as normal planning for nothing more than a little shopping which I did. I drove to and eventually got to the hi-rise parking above the shopping centre, or mall, and promptly made my way down the stairs and into the lowers two floors making up the retail area. A bit of window-shopping and certainly likely I would come away with something, not to mention my usual sit and ponder with a coffee in the atrium café space. I do sometimes enjoy the freedom of not being constrained by someone else timetable or wanting to go here or there and simply aimlessly wander where I want on my little alonesome.
What I was wearing is important to mention because it has a huge bearing and what happened while I was there enjoying me-time: a simple flowered midi trapeze dress, sleeveless with a hem that sat a few inches above my knees. On top I wore a dark red wool jumper, black scarf and had put on me flat ankle boots and thick rolled over socks always preferring low heels or actually flat footwear to heels. My legs were covered in lighter green leggings, and of course the usual twin set underwear of which I may mention more about as I tell you more.
I started on the very ground floor and soon found myself taking the escalator up to the second feeling buoyant and light of mood and even found I didn’t mind the occasional smile from a passing guy, and girl of course. It did depend on who it was whether or not I’d ignore them or if they seemed nice, felt flattered. From the up-escalator I looked down into the atrium café where later I’d go for my usual coffee and for some reason noticed two young guys in particular sat at a table and was sure they were surreptitiously glancing up at me through the escalators glass panels. At first I withheld my gaze then something made me peek again and clearly their eyes were following me. It didn’t take me long to realise the strongest feeling they were looking up under my dress which loosely sway with the movement.
As I wore leggings I imagined they might’ve been more than a bit disappointed. Once on the next floor I continued my browsing til I couldn’t get the thought out of my mind of them watching me and how it made me feel: at first a bit put-out in how dare they be so rude and presumptuous and well, men, but then I felt a kind of frisson of pleasure at their interest in me, of all people me, even though I was sure I wasn’t the first they must have ogled at today. It’s then I don’t know what came over me.
I made my way to the womens toilets and in the cubicle decided to disrobe my leggings telling myself I was doing it because inside this centre it was warm enough anyway but also aware of this little voice in my head almost suggesting a dare. A dare which was increasingly becoming hard to resist
Hitching up my dress I slipped them down over my hips and thighs and legs and ankles and off completely. I straightened my dress in front of a mirror and slipped them into my bag. Now bare-legged and actually feeling freer and definitely pleasingly cooler I headed to the lift and descends to the ground floor again then wend my way back to the same escalator. There they were, the same two men still with coffee and in animated conversation. I shivered at what I was doing thinking ‘what am I thinking!’ and almost backed out of what my little voice was suggesting. I didn’t and proceeded to the escalator this time stepping aboard without my leggings and bare-legged. Up It went with me on it.
As best I could I strained my eyes to peek hoping it’d be enough for them not to notice I was looking and sure enough they’d stopping chatting and were once again peering up, at me! I think I noticed a hint of recognition as one nudged the other. I stood to the side they’d be able to see me through the glass clearly with one foot on the step above the one I was on as it ever-so slowly travelled up. Still not sure why I was doing this when and where this insane urge had come from I just knew that the way I stood would’ve gave anyone looking from below a fairly good view beneath my dress with all on show. The escalator crept slowly feeling to me this time even slower than usual as my breath quickened almost urging it to go faster but not wanting it too. It seemed to last forever as I was keenly aware of the air between my legs and under my loose dress and a tingling sensation of butterflies in my stomach.
Another nonchalant peek and still they stared, both of them and I knew they could see at least some way under my dress. Like I said, I don’t know what had come over me.
I stepped up one step changing legs now the other on the step above as the hem of my dress swayed and brushed my legs quite possibly affording their gazes more of me underneath deep green low-rise mini briefs, their inch of lace clung to my hips and upper thighs. I couldn’t so sure how much they’d saw and there’s only so long I could probably hold my nerve before retreating back to my leggings, but I didn’t back out and knew at the very least they seen clearly behind each bare knee and up each of my bare thighs and unquestionably my knickers, the lace, the deep green fabric.
When I got to the top I took a deep breath realising I’d forgot to breathe all the way up. I paused by the railing and took out my phone pretending to be occupied with something on it knowing full-well I was still visible clearly as the railing was in fact also a glass panel overlooking the atrium and café where they still sat eyes now fixed on me. I leaned close, one knee against the glass and as best I could avoid their eyes still hoping they didn’t notice I knew they were watching still. I also knew from this position they would be able to see beneath my dress, perhaps as clearly as they did on the escalator if I stood as I was and by now I was alarmingly feeling aroused by my quite public exhibition I’d just done shocked at how for me I’d just so blatantly and purposefully flaunted myself, or bits of me anyway. I was still decent and properly dressed just perhaps in a slightly compromising pose where I stood and knowing from below certain parts me were visible under my loose dress. Something which I knew they were doing and I was letting them. I tried to stifle a grin that seemed intent on cracking flowing over my face and bite my lower lip still barely holding on to this pretence of almost publically exposing myself to at least two men knowingly. I feigned blissful ignorance at the same time feeling a blissful erotic thrill coursing through me.
I turned and stood with my back lower back against the glass panel to continue this personal dare to myself. I felt almost acrophobic dizzy with the rush of adrenalin caught up in some uncontrollable madness, or stupidity, aroused by the mix of surrendering control in a way but also keeping some in how much I allowed. I turned once again leaning one foot raised on a foot rail again aware how this parted the hem beneath beneath which they’d be able to view my bare legs and underwear. I pondered heading for the womens again and removing my knickers: should I?
Surely I couldn’t, that’s be just going too far. But I was tempted I know I was as the idea wouldn’t have popped into my head just then as it had. I wondered what went through their minds but really didn’t have a clue as just then I realised one of them has taken a picture with his phone. Quickly and without attracting attention he was doing it but I noticed it and it made me almost run away but I didn’t. I felt almost magnetically trapped to the railing and where I stood for a few more minutes. What would it matter anyway, it was just my knickers, nothing more, and my legs and thighs of course, that’s nothing much. Still I felt so aroused by the whole experience.
Should I dare take them off too?
I inwardly shuddered and grinned once more not able to resist my own urges once they were set in motion. A moistening warmth felt inviting between my thighs beneath my skirt.
My little voice was telling me to do it. Why not, I’d gone this far why not further when I knew I wanted too. So weird to argue with yourself in your head but am sure we all do it. I still stood and they still stared and nudged and maybe even took another photo, I wasn’t sure. I was flattered, excited, exposed, nervous, merely the height and the glass between us.
After several more minutes I felt I should move and started walking staying as they continued looking I imagine still catching a few last glimpses. Admittedly I’m not some wide-eyed innocent and am very keenly aware of my own sexuality and urges. I was tempted to go back and do it again but actually this time resisted instead going into a shop and chose any old skirt to try on as an excuse to use their changing room for some privacy to relieve some of the pent-up excitement still racing through my dizzy body.
© Emmaleela 2017
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