Neither Dylan, nor myself had shaved me that morning and I still looked bald before I went into that shop but when I left I felt even more naked than when I went in.
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Satisfied that the session was worth every penny of Dylan’s money, I decided to go into central London and to that shop, the Young Ladies Fashion Emporium, to see what else they had that I liked. I’d really enjoyed shopping for clothes with Dylan but I also wanted to do some more leisurely shopping, not worrying that Dylan might get bored.
Before doing that I went to the nearest McDonald’s and to their toilet where I took my Lush remote controlled vibrator out of my bag and eased it up my vagina. Checking that it was working okay by opening the app on my phone and giving myself a quick blast, which made me squeal with delight, I closed the app and straightened my dress. Looking down I could see part of the pink antenna hanging below the hem of my dress.
Ignoring the possibility of embarrassment if someone saw it and said something, I left and headed for the station wondering if Dylan would remember what the new app on his phone could do to me.
Again I had some fun on the Underground, this time it was group of half a dozen youths who stared at me all the time and said a few things to me that no one has ever said to me before. I guessed that that was because of my new, liberated attire and one comment was about what was ‘stuck up my cunt’ as one young man put it; but I wasn’t complaining, in fact I was actually enjoying it. I didn’t respond to any of the comments but I felt good that they thought my body was worthy of those comments. By the time I got off the train my pussy was very wet, something that I was sure the youths had noticed.
The shop wasn’t far from the Underground station and I was soon saying hello to the owner, Bethany. She was wearing a dress that she’d made herself and the front of it kept falling open when she bent even slightly forwards revealing her tits. She told me that it was designed to do that and I asked her if she had any more designed to do that. I was soon trying-on similar dresses, some of them so short that I could see the pink antenna and my slit in the mirror in front of me.
Bethany hadn’t said anything about the antenna when I took my dress off to try on some of the clothes but I did notice a smile on her face.
Whilst we were chatting and I was trying on clothes, a young couple came into the shop. Both the guy and the girl stared at the naked me for a couple of seconds then the girl started browsing the racks whilst the guy’s eyes kept going from his girlfriend to me and back. This was making my nipples and my clit harder.
“You like guys looking at you when you are naked don’t you Esther?” Bethany asked.
“Yes I do, it makes me tingle, how can you tell?”
“Well it’s certainly not cold in here Esther. I’m the same when an unknown guy see me. You should have seen me when I suddenly ended up naked in front of around a hundred people on holiday, I just had to grab the nearest guy and take him round the back of a building.”
“Wow, I’ve never had that happen to me but there again I was a good, innocent little catholic girl until I got married just over a couple of weeks ago, and look at me now, totally naked in the main part of a shop in London, with strangers looking at me, and getting turned on by it.”
“It sounds like getting married has certainly brought you out of your shell, that husband of yours has a lot to answer for Esther.”
“He certainly has, he’s the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
“Hey Esther, I sometimes need a girl to model some of my lines for my website, I have one girls that comes and does it for me when she can but it would be good to have another girl, would you be interested?”
“Me! My tits are way too small to be a model.”
“No they aren’t, look at me, mine at small too, and so are the other girl’s.”
“Can I think about it Bethany?”
“Sure, you know where I am.
“So do you get naked in the shop sometimes Bethany?” I asked changing the subject.
“Yes, sometimes if my boyfriend is here I’ll strip-off and pretend to be a customer, trying things on when other customers are here. The looks that you get from the guys is amazing and I too get all gooey like you are right now Esther. You should come here on a Friday or Saturday when we are busier. hey, I’d better go and see if I can help that couple.”
Bethany went over to the couple and I continued ***********ing and trying on clothes that I liked. As I was doing so I kept looking over to the couple and I saw that the girl was also getting naked and trying clothes on. The poor guy’s head was going from one naked girl to the other, just like he was watching a tennis match.
I ended up buying 2 more dresses, 3 more tops and 2 more skirts. I hoped that Dylan wouldn’t be too mad at me for spending so much of his money.
As I was walking back to the Underground station I suddenly screamed as my legs started to give way. I managed to get to the side of the pavement and lean against the wall. For a split second I thought that I’d been shot or stabbed (which happens quite often in London these days), but I quickly realised that it was the vibrator inside me that had burst into life.
Oh my gawd, when we’d previously used the vibrator I’d been on my back but this time I was stood up and my legs just weren’t used to my insides shaking like that.
“Dyyyyylan.” I said to no one as I was both annoyed and grateful that Dylan had fired-up the app on his phone.
As I started to get over the shock, and my legs started to get used to what was happening inside my body, I looked around and saw that everyone was ignoring me.
“Typical Londoners, so reticent with invisible blinkers on” I thought, “I’d have to get run over by a bus before anyone took any notice.”
After a minute or so I somehow managed to stand up straight and slowly start walking as I got over the initial shock but I just knew that if the vibrator kept going at the same speed it wouldn’t be long before I had an orgasm, on the street with people walking passed.
Either Dylan turned the vibrations down or I started to get a little used to them because I managed to walk / stumble along to the Underground station. Someone looking up my dress on the escalators or sat on the train was the last thing on my mind as an orgasm hit me just as I sat down.
The vibrator kept going and I wondered if Dylan had deliberately left it on, or the signal couldn’t get to my phone underground to turn it off.
“Is that thing giving you hell? The girl sat opposite me asked with a knowing grin.
I realised that she could see the antenna, maybe my bald pubis, and definitely my tortured facial expression as the vibrations kept going. All I could manage was a nod to the girl before another orgasm hit me just before I got off the train.
I was happy that the escalator going up to street level was working because I’m sure that I couldn’t have survived going up all those stairs.
Out on the street the vibrations kept going and I was half way home before they finally stopped.