But lately, I’ve discovered my t-shirts are almost as long as my dresses. I wonder If I could pas...

But lately, I’ve discovered my t-shirts are almost as long as my dresses. I wonder If I could pass these t-shirts as dresses.

This is my first day trying it out. I’m wearing long underwear, they’re kinda like booty shorts. Just in case. I’m getting a few odd stares, but most don’t tend to notice. I think they assume I’m wearing shorts underneath. A lot of girls do that. I think.

This t-shirt is even smaller, I can’t use my booty shorts anymore, just regular panties for now. Hmm, it does just look like a t-shirt.

At the park now, found a swing open. My shirt isn’t long enough for me to sit on. I have to be careful. I keep my legs together as I swing so no one sees my panties. It’s kinda hard to swing this way. It is hot out this summer, I bet a lot of people have been in the pool. I wonder if my panties could pass for swimwear. I start to swing openly. My shirt ruffles in the wind. Panties visible to the park goers. A few heads turn but I think they assumed it was my swimsuit. This is pretty fun. Flashing my panties in public. Wait, my shirt! Its up too high! I just flashed them my boobs. I’m not wearing a bra, my tits are flat anyway. I get off the swing and head back home. Too embarrassed to stay.

I don’t know if I can wear anything shorter than that last shirt. My panties will definitely start to show. There’s no way I can let my shirt blow up like that again. I know, I’ll wear this cute little belt. That’ll keep my shirt down. Heh, It looks like I’m wearing a matching skirt. Wait, why not turn it into a skirt? I can even give myself a crop top. Look at how cute it is! You can see my nice flat tummy and sex cuts with my shirt open like this. That skirt seems to stay on with just the tension of the belt. So long as no one yanks it, I should be fine. Wait! How am I going to keep my shirt down? Oh well, I must be careful.

I’m out and about in my t-shirt cut in two, minus a chunk in the middle. I love the feeling of the breeze. It makes me feel fragile. I’m at the mall this time. A lot of people are giving me glances. I love the feeling. My skirt is so short. They must be waiting to see my panties. Something tells me people enjoy following me up the escalator. I’m going shopping now, look at all these t-shirts. I would love to make a skirt and crop top out of these. Wait, this one’s already a crop top. I wonder how short I could make the skirt.

I’m walking out in my new outfit. An even tinier skirt, and a touch of underboob. A little ass cheek never hurt anyone. They seem to like it when I walk next to the glass railing on the second floor. Ooh look, a lingerie shop. Look at all these cute panties. I couldn’t wait, I wore them out the store. Some frilly thong. Barely covers anything.

Phew! My legs are getting tired. I have to lean against the glass. I hope no one is looking from the first floor. Although, if they did, they would get to see my new very expensive panties I just bought.

What's this? The glass is fogging up! I’m soaked down there! I run to the bathroom, I can’t resist giving myself the finger or two.

There, that should hold me. But what about my new panties? I don’t want them getting ruined! I’m gonna soak right through them. They’re so thin and string like, I bet I could tie my hair with them, and no one would even notice!

Wow, what a nice feeling! The breeze between my legs and under my shirt. Oh god, every time I walk it rides up on me. I might have accidentally flashed someone my pussy. Hehe, lucky them. The breeze just feels so nice!

Ok, time to go home. I can’t hold it any longer. I need to spend a few hours in front of my computer, if you know what I mean. Gosh, I keep having to pull my skirt down! Someone has definitely seen my goodies. I have to stop along this bridge. Maybe I can fit a finger or two. No one’s walking near me. Mmm, I’m leaning against the railing, sliding my skirt up a bit. I just need to rub my pussy for a minute. God that’s good! I need more! Oh shit! This is an overpass! It was quiet earlier but now it’s like rush hour! They saw. I know they did. Me rubbing my pussy. Worst part is I didn’t even cum!

There, a public bathroom. I barely shut the stall door before I start fingering myself. I can’t help but moan a little to myself. I’m imagining doing this on the overpass again. This time on purpose. Cars are honking, traffic slows. God that would be so sexy.

Park Ranger: "Hello? Is anybody in there? It’s evening time and we need to close up!"

Oh crap! It’s the Park Ranger.

Lucy: "Oh, ok. I’ll be out in a minute!"

Ranger: "Is everything ok? You sound distressed."

Lucy: "Oh, I’m absolutely fine, thanks for asking."

Ranger: "I saw the way you were walking earlier, I just wanted to make sure you’re not hurt."

Lucy: "I just twisted my hip a bit, just need a moment."

Ranger: "You know I used to do PT back in the day, maybe I can help."

Lucy: "No, it’s ok. Wait, you know what? Come in."

I unlock it while fixing my skirt. That’s not the Park ranger, that’s the Janitor! He looks so old! His nametag says Jenkins.

Lucy: "It’s my hip, my muscles are so sore."

Jenkins: "That’s ok ma’am, I remember when the misses had that problem, a quick massage and a stretch should set you straight."

Lucy: "Oh, could you?"

Jenkins: "Not a problem. You just need to grab the hips like this and apply some pressure."

Lucy: "Oh god, yes! Right there. Mmm, that’s amazing! Get the inside of my hips. Higher, higher!"

The nerves hit me just right. I can’t stop.

Lucy: "You need to massage me deeper."

I say this as I grab his junk over his clothes. He’s already swollen.

Jenkins: "Anything to help someone in need!"

He jams his cock in. Dirty and sweaty from a long days work.

Jenkins: "Hot damn, momma! You take me back to high school!"

Lucy: "Oh god yeah, just give it to me!"

He is railing me from behind. It’s just what I need. He’s making me cum already.

Jenkins: "Giving you the shakes already, am I? Well, you know, one time rarely gets the job done."

Lucy: "Oh, thank God!"

He continues to fuck me. Bringing me to over a dozen orgasms in the next hour.

Lucy: "My legs, I can’t even stand anymore!"

Jenkins: "Just a little longer, I’m almost finished!"

He grabs me by the hips and buries his cock deep into me. Firing his semen through my cervix. I can feel each splash as it enters me. Hot and burning, running deep into my crevices. Filling my unprotected womb with his dirty old man semen. His sperm probably doesn’t even work. Then again, he has been keeping it up for over an hour. If his sperm are weak, he’s made up for it in volume. They won’t need to swim far if my whole womb is full.

It's almost 9pm, if I hurry, I can make it to the pharmacy and get some plan b.

Jenkins: "Ma’am, I need a favor from you. I’m not as young and spry as I once was, and I hurt my hip in the process."

Lucy: "Don’t worry mister, I will fix that up for you lickety-split."

I straddle him on the bathroom floor. Working my hips over his cock. I think it’s making him feel better. I must repay him after that wonderful job he just did. I can get plan b in the morning.

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