Shirts off

                                                                     

My name is Nadia. I like the looks of guys when their
brain is taken over by hormones and they have this
paralyzed longing stare. I also get a kick out of the
reaction of women when the see another women
attracting too much attention from men, the
disapproval and the secret envy of the attention.
I am a shy and reserved person by nature. Also, being
in a relationship, I did not try to get the attention of
other men, and my boyfriend didn't really like me
dressing in a revealing way. Therefore, I was mainly an
observer witnessing the reactions to outfits worn by
others, while secretly imagining to be the person that
creates these reactions. Another element in my
fantasies was always doing something a little risqué or
naughty, something a little inappropriate and being
afraid of getting caught or ending up regretting it.
Finally, one Saturday, I put on simple flat cotton
sneakers, a light t-shirt dress (coming down to a
couple of inches above my knee), and nothing else. I
looked at myself in a mirror. I am 5'7, slim, with small
breasts - they are firm but a little too pointy. I am a
runner and have well toned legs. The dress is light
brown / beige, not loose but also not really tight. You
are able to see the shape of my bum when I walk. You
can also guess that I am not wearing a bra and see a
little bit of the outline of the shape of my breasts and
nipples - but only barely.
It was probably a little too cool to wear just the dress.
I was very nervous. I shivered a little as I walked to my
car. The dress seemed so light. I got in my car and
drove to a Starbucks in a different part of town. At first
I had goose pumps on my bare legs and arms. I turned
on the heat. I almost turned around when I got to the
parking lot and saw a few people getting in and out of
their cars. I parked close to the entrance.
I hesitated a minute. I looked at my legs - the dress is
not really short. I still felt kind of naked - I thought
nobody will notice unless they pay close attention. So I
got out. I felt the cool air - it would be quite obvious in
a second that I am braless - the dress felt like nothing.
I walked in. Nobody in line. There were a few people
sitting and one woman waiting for her drink. The girl
behind the counter looks at me. She might have said
something. Does she look at my chest? Do the people
at the table behind me look at the back of my dress
and my legs? I got coffee, nothing that takes any
preparation time.

                                                                                    

I paid. She definitely looked at my
chest. Not sure what to make of her facial expression -
Disapproval? Surprise? Pity? - She got the coffee. I
grabbed it. Two men in their late thirties walked in.
They looked at me, form top to bottom. I smiled
nervously and walked past them. They followed me
with their eyes. I walked out and got in my car. I was
able to feel my heart beating heavily. Nothing really
happened. Still I got a huge high from this. My outfit
was not that outrageous but it felt very intense to me.
After I got home I was still very excited. I had plans to
go out with friends that night.
I decided to wear the jeans and the knit, short sleeved,
gray sweater I had in mind all along, but without any
underwear. Nobody would notice.
We went to a couple of bars. The second one was quite
hot and crowded. I was really hot in my sweater, but I
was wearing nothing under it so I couldn't take it off. I
fanned myself, lifting up my sweater up to expose my
stomach a few times. I was sweating. The whole time I
was still feeling high from my experience at Starbucks.
My friend Amy wore a simple open back shirt, basically
a thick t-shirt with a triangle shaped cutout halfway
down the back. It was white with a black pattern. It
sometimes slid off one shoulder and she had to
readjust it. Under it she wore a black strapless bra.
Most of the time the bra was hidden. One could see
glimpses of the back of the bra when the shirt slid
down a little. Her occasionally bare shoulders and the
naked skin on her back got her a few looks. Amy is
very sweet and lively. She is about my height, but a
little heavier and has BIG breasts.

                                                                            

Her boyfriend had to get up early and they were
leaving. She came to say bye. I was fanning myself
with the bottom of my sweater. We commented on how
hot it was. I said: "I wish I had worn something lighter.
" - She offered: "If you want we can trade shirts?" - I
agreed – I didn't think – I just said Yes. A split second
later I could felt the excitement rising inside my
stomach. Her outfit was sexy but I'd wear it without a
bra. Very sexy – even though the front part of her bra
had never been visible and the shirt was quite heavy.
We went to the bathroom. There were a few others.
One stall at the end was open. I was nervous and
walked straight inside and closed the door –
completely ignoring Amy. She followed me and I heard
her say "Hello" through the closed door. I let her inside.
I was hesitant to take off my sweater. She took off her
top. Standing there in her bra she handed it too me. I
slid it over my sweater not using the armholes. Then I
slid my arms out of my sweater and pulled it out under
the top over my head – all the time facing away from
her. I handed the sweater to her – while holding up the
top with my other hand. Then I slid through the
armholes, still facing away from her. She asked
whether I'll be ok or if we should switch back – I said:
"No, I am too hot, feels much better this way" – She
asked "Sure? – I have to go Brian is waiting" – I said:
"Sure – feels much better" – I adjusted the top and
turned to her – my front was completely covered. She
had a concerned expression: "You are not wearing
anything under it? It sits quite loose on you." Her
phone rang. I hesitated. She said "I have to go – Brian
got the car." She seemed not sure what to do. The
phone rang again. She pulled my sweater over her head
– it fit quite tight – looked at me one more time - and
left quickly. I followed her slowly. Her concern made
me feel even more vulnerable. I briefly looked in the
mirror. I thought I looked good but the top was much
looser than on her.
I walked out of the bathroom – I could feel the air on
my back. I walked carefully and the top stayed in
place. After a few more steps it slid off my left
shoulder – I pulled it back up right away. I had to pull
the top up a couple more times before I was back with
my three remaining friends. Adam asked if I changed
shirts with Amy. Otherwise they did not pay much
attention. It was dark and crowded. I stood there for a
while with my back to the wall not moving much.
Adam asked if I'd like another drink and I requested a
Vodka Soda. He left to get it and returned with a guy
named John. My two other friends said that they'd be
downstairs but leave soon. I stayed put, sipping on my
drink and talking to Adam and John. Moving my glass
to my mouth with my right arm caused the shirt to slip
a tiny little bit of my right shoulder. At first I adjusted
it right away; I saw that Adam and John noticed this.
After a while I let it slide down a little before adjusting
it – the guys definitely paid attention to that. Slowly, I
let it slide down a little more before pulling it up again.
I tried to do this a casual as possible – pretending to
not pay attention at all – I never looked down. I cold
tell that they both looked and tried to look at my eyes
at the same time.
I took a sip – my drink was half empty – I lowered my
glass and felt the shirt sliding down my right shoulder
as I lowered my arm. I did not adjust it. I had another
sip – barely drinking. I could feel the edge of the shirt
on the outside of my right arm – right below my
shoulder – I pretended that I didn't notice. I could feel
it sliding tiny amounts even while standing almost still.
They guys talked very fast – working to look at my
face or at each other. I waited a while before I took
another sip. I lowered my arm. Suddenly I saw the face
of John change - now he stared. I looked down. My
shirt had slid down and exposed my right nipple. I
pulled it up immediately. I was honestly really
embarrassed. I explained that I traded shirts and that
this one was too big for me. I don't remember what
they said. I saw a girl in the group next to us looking
at me disapprovingly – her look was full of contempt.
I suggested to go downstairs and look for the others. I
went first, the two guys behind me. As I made my way
through the crowd I had to adjust my shirt with my free
left arm. I could never get it quite into place with one
arm while moving through the crowd and down the
stairs. I ended up walking while permanently holding it
up in the middle with my left arm. The shirt had now
slid down over both shoulders. My back was
completely bare. I saw people turning to look at me.
I didn't see the others. They probably had left already.
It was crowded. I had the impression that a stranger
was trying to head towards me and tried to avoid him.
I changed direction and bumped into another guy. I had
to steady myself with my left arm and let my shirt
slide down. I immediately bend forward and squatted
down to set my glass on the floor and readjust. Still
for a couple of seconds my shirt had fallen down
exposing both of my breasts fully. Several people had
seen it and were looking in my direction or telling
someone else about my accident. I started to sweat out
of embarrassment but at the same time I was extremely
aroused.

                                                                      

I moved towards the wall. John and Adam caught up
with me. I am not sure if they saw what happened.
They didn't say anything. I was still shaking. John
proposed another drink. I declined. I felt that this was
enough for one day.
They walked me to may car. Having both hands free I
kept my shirt in place. I avoided giving them a hug.
They stayed to watch me get into my car – and saw
the shirt slide down over my right shoulder and arm,
exposing my right breast. I was embarrassed and
looked at them for only a split second. Still their facial
expressions are among of the most erotic images I can
call into my head. I had turned these two intelligent
guys into hormone guided zombies, unable to even
move.
This was one of the most intense days of my life.
Thinking of the looks of the guys when I got into my
car and when my shirt slid down the first time still
makes my stomach feel numb. I also frequently recall
Amy's concerned look in the bathroom or the
disapproval of the unknown girl after my shirt slipped
over my nipple.

                                                                 

I think the great thing was that everything just
happened to me. It did not feel staged. I know that
these moments are hard to recreate, but if you have
some ideas to orchestrate a similar experience let me