Supermarket Boy - What happened next, a short story by dave.looker. Date added: 2009-10-11. Times viewed: 9003.

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Intro: exhib, By request, the supermarket boy gets to do more than look

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The next time I went to the supermarket I went with July. I had just spent several days feeling guilty, wondering what had happened to me. I can't pretend that I didn't like it, or that I had promised myself to stop flashing, but I was determined to limit my exhibitionism. July would help to keep me in control. Even so, I was wearing my new mini kilt, without knickers. I couldn't help it. I confessed to July when we got into the car. I think I wanted to shock her. She just laughed. She laughed even more when I told her that the last time we had coffee together, I let him touch me.

"Where ?" she asked.

"In the cafe", I replied. "He made me cum".

I gave her the answer she sought, even though I had avoided the question. I didn't tell her that I had also wanked him off. I told her that I didn't want things to go any further. I had discovered that I enjoyed flashing, and would like to continue to enjoy it, without worrying about taking risks. I needed to control my urges. Show and Go. I laughed at the slogan I had just invented, which summed up exactly how I felt. July said she understood, and would help me to get used to controlling the situations I might get into. I had no idea at the time of the type of situation that she might help me with.

We conducted our shopping without problem, although a couple of old guys did get to see my bum. I was pushing a trolley. July had a hand basket. I realise now that it was not always accidental when she caught the basket on my skirt and raised it up at the back. It was her that pointed out one of the men, at least 70 years old, following us, hoping for another flash. She obliged him when we stood queuing at the checkout. Even I had to smile. Bob, my supermarket boy, was manning the till. He couldn't see. He scanned all of my purchases, then after taking my money asked if we could have coffee. He was due for a break in 10 minutes. I told him it was impossible. I was with July, in her car.

"I'm in no rush. I like to have a coffee after shopping. We'll put our things in the car and then meet you in the cafe", July told him. At least she intended to join us. I made sure that Bob sat next to her. I sat opposite, facing them. We actually got to drink our coffee. We were all joking, having fun. Bob probably didn't understand all the double intendres July was throwing at me, but he laughed anyway. July kept looking at me, twitching her face. Eventually I understood her gestures. Just before we left, I obliged.

I opened my jacket and flashed one of my tits, just for a moment, I waited until I was sure that July had seen it, then stood up and headed for the door. Bob had to stand up to let July follow me. He didn't get the chance to enjoy my new skirt and what I wasn't wearing beneath it. July drove me home. We were laughing all the way.

"That's all you have to do. Be in control to keep control", she told me She was probably right, but I was sad that he hadn't enjoyed the skirt I bought for him. I hadn't enjoyed it, in the way I wanted to, but at least I had made one old man happy. I kept thinking about it as I put my shopping away in the kitchen. It made me smile, but it didn't make me glow. Flashing to Bob made me glow. That's what I needed, but that was dangerous. I put the thought out of my mind. July was right. I would listen to her.

The following day I put the same skirt on. I resisted the temptation to go back to the supermarket. I needed to prove that I could contain my urges. I went to the tyre depot.

"You asked me to come back for a free exhaust check", I told the mechanic. He smiled. I think he recognised me. He didn't notice that I was in a different car. He got me to drive my car onto the ramp. He watched with interest as I climbed out. He told me I could wait in the rest room. I needed my bag, still inside the car. I leaned in to get it.

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I didn't rush. He didn't rush me. He stood, enjoying the view. No knickers.

"You could wait here. Should only take 5 minutes" he told me after I had climbed back out. I decided to wait where he could still see me. He could still see me. He had raised the car up into the air and moved below it. I stood at the side peering underneath, watching him. I knew that he could see my tits dangling inside my open blouse.

"Needs fastening up", he shouted. For a moment I thought he meant my blouse, but he pulled a screwdriver out of his overall and began to adjust one of the clips below my car. He ducked back out to stand beside me. He was still staring inside my blouse as the car lowered slowly back down. He was telling me there was no charge. I smiled and climbed back into my car, slowly. I made sure that he got a good view of my cunt before closing the door. He told me that it was important to have these things examined regularly, and that there was no charge for inspection, so I should come back soon. I promised I would.

I drove back home with my skirt hitched up high and the air con blowing onto my cunt. It was tingling like crazy. Rubbing it only made it worse, until I got home and could do it properly. When I felt relieved, I rang July and began to confess. She stopped me, asked me to tell her all tonight, because we were going out for a drink with the girls. She was driving. She collected me, checked my outfit, told me it would do, told my husband we would be back before midnight, and pushed me out.

We had a lot of laughs and a lot of drinks. July got the full story from me, but didn't tell any of my friends. At the end of the night, as we were saying goodnight, July ordered me to take my knickers off. I didn't complain. I was drunk. I went to the toilet and slipped my knickers into my bag. We left the pub at the same time as a group of 5 lads. I was having trouble walking on my high heals.

"Can you help me boys - she's drunk", July called to them, catching their attention.

"I can manage. I just need to get rid of these shoes" I complained.

With all the boys watching I sat down on the curb and took my shoes off. I felt the cold concrete on my naked arse. I knew that they could see my cunt. I struggled with my straps, letting them enjoy, and me. Even drunk, I could feel my pussy start to tingle. With both shoes off, I stood up and managed to walk unaided to July's car. The boys watched me all the way. July got in and started to drive.

"Super show, but if you are going to become a serious flasher, we will have to get your pussy shaved. I'll see to it tomorrow", July said.

The following day I sat on my toilet with my legs spread wide and my pubes covered in shaving foam. July was scraping it off with my husband's razor. I felt very nervous having her examine me this way, but I was even more nervous of the razor; my husband never manages to shave without cutting himself. July was being very thorough. She even plucked a couple of hairs out from inside my lips - made my eyes water. She rinsed me off.

Still not satisfied she cleaned one part up again, right on the edge of my labia. She took hold of the lip with her fingers and stretched it out, holding the skin tight, so that she could scrape it smooth. Finally satisfied, she wiped me clean with a cold flannel, then applied some of my husband's after shave with her fingers. I'm sure that she rubbed me longer and harder than was necessary, but as my lips were stinging and quivering at the same time, I did not want to let her know that I was getting excited. I wrapped a towel round me and sat with my legs apart, letting it cool off whilst we enjoyed yet another glass of wine.

"Did you buy that denim mini ?" July asked. I nodded. "Put it on. We've a train to catch".

"I can't go anywhere. Dave will be home soon", I protested.

"We're not going anywhere. I've got to pick up my husband from the station. You're coming with me. Time to flash that bald pussy", she said.

I got dressed, at least I put on the tiny skirt, I knew that knickers were not required.

"This isn't a good idea", I told her as we entered the railway station. We were heading for the platform, against the flow of hundreds of women passing in the opposite direction.

"Don't worry. I've noticed that all the women seem to get off this train. The next one is full of men. Think they must stop for a drink before coming home. I should know, I come here every day, so that I can have the car". She spoke with confidence. I believed her. She got me to sit on a bench, facing where the train would stop, and told me not to move until Jim was in sight. I knew Jim, but she stood a couple of yards in front of me, waiting to greet him, just in case. As the train started to pull to a halt, she turned to check on me.

I hadn't moved, except that my pussy lips had started to open up. I was already very excited. My cunt was in full view, completely bald, available for all to see, and I was about to flash it to at least 100 men. July was right. Most of the passengers were men, carrying brief cases. Not all of them noticed, but I think most did. Some even stopped to look, causing a minor traffic jam, Quite a few held their brief case in front of their lap, hiding something I think.

I saw Jim. I was very naughty. I raised my arm and waived to him, making sure that he saw me before July, and before standing up and ending the show. I had become so turned on by all the men seeing me that I wanted Jim to see me. I wanted to see if he had been turned on too. His face was beaming and his pants were bulging as he walked straight towards me.

"Where's July ?" he asked, giving me a hug that allowed me to feel his erection pressing against me. He had missed her. He walked right past her to me.

"Here", she shouted down his ear from behind him, causing him to let go of me and step back. He gave her a gentle peck on the cheek. I insisted on travelling in the back of the car, even though they were going to drop me off first. I wanted Jim to watch me climb in. Climbing out was better. Jim was driving. July had to get out so that I could climb out on the passenger side. Jim held the seat back for me. He was leaning across so far that his head would have bee up my skirt if my skirt had been in the right place, which of course it wasn't.

July had to wait until the next day to complain, but by that time she had seen the funny side. Jim had not mentioned my lack of knickers, or lack of hair, but had fucked her before dinner, so she was no longer mad with me. She did remind me that I was only looking for fun, not sex. I reminded her that it was her that had had the sex. She laughed and told me that she had plans. Over the next few weeks, with July's help, I flashed in parks, pubs, and of course, the supermarket. One day we went into town on the tube, and came back during rush hour. I didn't like that. At least three men put their hand up my skirt and touched me. Even July couldn't see who they were. That is not what I wanted. I only wanted to flash, and see the expression on the people I flashed to, except ....

Our visits to the supermarket had become much more frequent. Whenever possible Bob would help us load up the car. I always gave him a special show. Bob was special. Sometimes he would touch me. I liked that. Sometimes we would have coffee together. July allowed me to sit next to him, after the first couple of visits. By then, Bob knew all about our little games. We would tell him about our recent adventures. Sometimes he would suggest something new. One of his best ideas was that when he was on the till, and I was being followed by a fan, he would drop my credit card into my empty trolley. I would have to stretch right over into the trolley to collect my card, giving a perfect view, which he could see as well. This always worked.

Bob was very special. Every time we talked dirty, he would drop his hand under the table onto my thigh, slide it up my leg onto my cunt, and make me cum before finishing my drink. I would hold my coffee in both hands, pretending it wasn't happening, but July knew. One day, after I had shuddered so much that I spilt half my drink, July said in the car,

"He's very special. Most men would expect something in return, by now".

"I did. The first time". I didn't mean to tell her that.

"What ?", she almost screamed. Too late to pretend.

"The first time, after he made me cum, I wanked him off, in the cafe. He's got a lovely cock. Do you think I should go back on my own and do it again ?" I asked.

"Do you want to ?" she asked. I had to admit I did.

"Don't. I've got a plan", she said. She wouldn't tell me what. The next time we had coffee together she asked him if he had an afternoon off.

"Wednesday"

She made arrangements to collect him when he finished work. She picked me up at lunch time. I had to sit in the back of her car. She made me take my dress off. I sat in the back of her car, totally naked as she drove through town towards the supermarket. She drove the long way all around the carpark before stopping at the loading bay. I was hiding my face, but displaying everything else when she stopped. Bob was waiting for us. He laughed when he saw my naked body trying to hide in the back seat. He jumped into the back next to me. I had my first orgasm before we left the carpark. I think I'd had three before I got his cock out, just before the car stooped. We were at July's house.

I didn't care. I led him straight into the bedroom and started to undress him. I was already naked. I pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him, in the 69 position. I wasn't expecting what happened next.

July pushed my head away and took his cock into her mouth. She was naked. She sucked him good, much deeper than I could take. He was still licking my cunt. I'm not sure he noticed until I pushed July off to take my turn. When he did, he pushed me off, wanting to lick July's cunt. She enjoyed it. I could see her cunt juice spraying his face. July pushed me away and straddled his cock. The bitch fucked him first. She came very quickly and collapsed beside him. I immediately took his cock into my mouth hoping to make it hard enough to take my turn.

It was still hard. I still couldn't take it all, but I could taste July's cunt juice. It wasn't too bad. I sucked as much as I could of his cock clean before rolling over and letting him put it in me. God it felt good. It took forever. The head opened me up, and then it started to slide inside my cunt. I had my first orgasm before it was all the way in. He waited, the bastard. When I had finished jerking, he started again. This time I felt the tip to the base slowly filling me up. I was completely filled when he started to bang. In out. Slap slap. Bang bang. I lost count of the orgasms. I lost consciousness, but I know I was still smiling.

I lay, half conscious, only one eye open, watching him fuck July. I could hardly move. I'm sure July was the same, but she was moving enough to enjoy it. I noticed two orgasms before he pulled out of her and switched back to me. Once again I was licking July's cunt juice off his dick. This time he started to squirt. I swallowed half of it. The rest ran down my cheek and onto the sheet. We both cuddled up to him, watching his dick shrink. We must have fallen asleep. He'd gone when we woke up. Me and July were both naked, lying on her bed, cuddling each other.

"Shit ! Is that the time", July shouted, looking at her watch. "I'm late for Jim !".

"You'll have to take me home first. I've got no clothes", I informed her.

"Fuck that. Get in the car", she shouted. Once again I was naked in the back of July's car, travelling through town, this time speeding to meet her husband. She stopped by the entrance to the station, in the taxi rank. One of the drivers came to complain, but seeing me sat naked in the back of the car, he just smiled and stood watching. A couple of guys tried to get into the car, but the taxi driver moved them onto proper taxis, after they had a good look at me.

"My husband", July shouted. Jim had recognised the car and come across. The taxi driver let him climb in. Jim sat in the front, looking into the back, staring at me. "I'll explain later. We need to take her home" July explained. Jim didn't ask any questions, he just stared at me all the way to my house. July took me straight home. Jim had to let me out of the car. He watched my naked body rush into the house. He wasn't allowed to follow me in. July kept him for herself. Not fair.

 

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