Adultery ALISON A TEACHER'S STORY by exbiidelhi2012

[sarit11]

I toyed with the idea of sabotaging the fastenings on my skirt so that it fell to the floor as I carried some shopping, but that was too much for me. And then I noticed one of the sales assistants was following a very pretty young woman around the store. She was wearing a short skirt, several inches above the knee, and seemed to be interested in a number of items on the bottom shelves of the displays. He would position himself on the other side of the shelves from her, and as she squatted down he would crane his neck to see up her skirt. He didn’t seem to be having much luck, judging by the frustrated look on his face, but it gave me an idea.
I looked around the store until I found the kind of man I was looking for. He was in his mid-forties, grey, thinning hair, overweight, dressed in beige. He was pretending to look at some magazine or other, but in reality he was watching all the women who passed by. I sauntered over to him and took up position on the display shelves opposite him. I could see him out of the corner of my eye, watching me. Carefully I squatted down, pretending to read the contents page of a magazine. My heart was beating wildly at the prospect of what I was about to do. When I knew he was looking in my direction I opened my legs slightly and I heard him draw in a deep breath. I knew he could see right up my skirt to my stocking tops and beyond. I glanced up at him and he looked away hurriedly, pretending nothing had happened.

I walked slowly around the store, wildly excited, and noticed that he was following me. Whenever I stopped to look at an item, he would always position himself so thet he was on the opposite side of a shelf to me, able to see right through. I gave him two more glimpses up my skirt before I turned and walked toward the exit. As I did, I saw Alan and Neil watching, sly grins on their faces.
They followed me to the next three stores, where I repeated my display for the enjoyment of a number of startled, and highly amused men. I had started to enjoy myself. I felt deliciously wanton, and very, very sexy! As I left another store Neil approached me.
“Go to the toilets and take your knickers off.” He grinned, “Then do it again.”
“God! You mean let a complete stranger look up my skirt when I’ve got no knickers on? You want me to show my pussy to a complete stranger?”
“Exactly! Get on with it!”
I swallowed nervously, then made my way to the nearest toilets. I locked myself in a cubicle and slipped off my nice, satin knickers, putting them carefully into my bag. I checked myself in the mirror before I left the toilets, smoothing my clothes into place, then strode into the store.

I looked around for my next lucky ‘customer’, but couldn’t see anyone who appealed. I glanced over to the door to see the two of them watching me, highly amused. And then I noticed I was being watched by a youth who was no more that sixteen or seventeen. He was looking me up and down in the way that boys of that age do. I let him follow me around the store, before I positioned him as I’d done with the others. I squatted down, reached for a book and opened my legs. He had an unobstructed view right up to my pussy. I saw his eyes widen as he took in the view! I almost came I felt so sexy! I stayed in position for about five seconds before I stood and moved away. I glanced over my shoulder at him to see him rubbing his crotch.
My technique worked a treat! I flashed to about half a dozen men of varying ages over the next hour or so, and then I spotted a clothing store and made my way inside, followed by Alan and Neil who were clearly having a great time! I could feel the dampness of my pussy and my heart was racing. I was on the brink of an orgasm. I knew if I touched my clit, even briefly, I’d climax.

I looked through the lingerie section and selected three bras of various colours and styles, then made my way to the changing area. I had deliberately selected this store because it had a unisex changing area. Inside there were a number of cubicles, with a heavy curtain to each one. A woman attendant sat at the entrance.
I nodded to her as I went in, then selected a cubicle as near to the front as possible, that way anyone coming in or going out would have to pass me. I could see that several of the cubicles were occupied, and I pulled the curtain of mine across carefully. Like all changing cubicles, this one had a full-length mirror. I checked to make sure I’d left the curtain open enough for anyone passing to see in, then started to undress. I opened my blouse slowly, waiting for someone to pass. As I opened the last button a man of about my own age passed the cubicle. I watched in the mirror as he stopped then pretended to be examining the inside of his jacket.
I slipped off my blouse and quickly unfastened my bra, letting it fall into my hands. Then I stood and began to examine the bras I had brought into the cubicle with me, as if considering which to try first. I knew he was getting a clear view of my naked breasts. I felt the cool air of the cubicle on my nipples, felt them stiffen with excitement.

I slipped on a bra, then thrust my shoulders back, forcing my breasts out and admiring my reflection in the mirror. Then I took off the bra and cupped my breasts, as if weighing them. I put on another bra, then removed it, finally putting my own back on and pulling on my blouse. I heard him chuckle to himself, then he left.
I put the bras back on the rails and left the store, now more randy than ever! Neil sauntered over to me. “How did it go, then?”
“If I don’t get some relief soon I’m going to explode!”
He laughed out loud. “Just one more store then. But I want to see you lose the lot this time, ok?”
I nodded dumbly. I made my way to the next clothes store and selected a blue cotton dress with buttons all the way up the front. Then I went to the changing area. Each cubicle had its’ own ‘saloon’ type door, which enabled anyone outside to see the occupants’ head and legs below the knees. Each door was secured by a small catch on the inside.