Next morning I woke up and went into the bathroom were I must have stayed for about thirty minutes. Although I wasn't one of the full-time-nudists, I had gotten used to sleeping and doing my bathroom routine totally naked, so I hadn't brought any clothes to the bathroom. When I returned to my room, one of the guys, Michael, stood there and told me that he had a message from Claire: While I had been showering, she had taken away my clothes and taken them to her workplace. He said that I was welcome to pick them up there, but that everybody was forbidden from giving me their car keys. He then produced a coat that Claire had left for me. It gave me a pretty generous cleavage that ended just 2 inches above my belly button. It also ended just above the middle of my thighs (It seemed that Claire had cut some off, actually). Basically, there was no denying my being naked under the coat and when I sat down, I would be showing everything. Michael then gave me a ticket for the bus, which had a stop right before the sex shop where Claire worked. Obviously, this was a dare, and I decided that I wouldn't crave. So I put on the coat and went on the bus.
I knew that everybody knew that I was naked when I entered the bus. A couple of boys kept rearranging to get a better look at me. Needless to say I didn't sit down; I had just gotten comfortable being naked around the people in the dorm, I wouldn't flash a bus full of strangers now. I had never been so aware of the fact that I had a pussy until that ride. However, I gathered all my courage and went to a guy that was maybe three years older than me and talked to him. As I walked over to him, everybody's eyes were following me. They didn't have mobiles with cameras back then, and I'm very thankful for that. Imagine doing that today, it would just go *flash* *flash* *flash* and everyone would have an upskirt picture of me. Anyway, I talked to the guy and decided that it would be best to not tell him the truth. When he asked why I was naked, I told him that I hadn't had time to get dressed that morning, and we both laughed. He tried really hard not to look at my tits, but it was nearly impossible as they threatened to jump out every time the bus hit a bumper (and I swear, the driver made sure that we'd hit every bumper there was). But the guy was very sweet, he probably figured out that I was on a dare of sorts and encouraged me. He told me that I was stunning, that my boobs were very beautifully shaped and that what I was doing was really hot. I was flattered by what he said, and had he had a mobile with a cam, I surely would have let him take all the pics he wanted. When the bus reached my stop, I went off the bus and to the tinted doors of the sex shop. My back to the bus, I decided to dare a little more, so I dropped my coat and waited a few seconds, so that everyone on the bus (the driver waited for me to disappear) would get a glimpse of my arse. Then I decided to dare even more and did a pirouette for them. When I was facing the door again, I knew that it had been to fast for them to really see anything, just as I had intended it. But somehow, the encouragement from the guy I'd talked to was still in my head. This time, instead of a pirouette I simply turned around, waited three seconds and then went inside the shop.
Claire had told me that she was the only one working there (the owner of the shop never showed up), so it didn't surprise me that she was naked there as well. What did surprise me, however, was that there were four customers, who now each stared at me. Before I could get my coat back on, Claire came running at me, threw herself at me and gave me a long kiss. Then she grabbed the coat and locked it away, forcing me to stay naked. I looked at the four customers: One of them was a boy about my age, holding a large pack of condoms. Obviously, he was overwhelmed by what had just happened. The other three were in their mid-thirties, one man and two women. They just nodded and waved politely before they continued to look through the stuff (they obviously belonged together, as they were looking through the stuff together). The boy continued to stare at me, while he pretended not to do so. At first, I pretended not to notice him, but after a while, I started to dance a little for him. By then he openly stared at me and I openly stared at the bulge in his pants that grew bigger and bigger. The guy then paid for his condoms, came to me and asked me if he could just squeeze my tits once. He told me that Claire had let him squeeze hers, and when I looked at her, she nodded. So I had no choice but to say yes, and the guy gave them a short but firm squeeze before he headed for the door.
After I looked at some porno magazines, I went to Claire and tipped her on her shoulder. She turned around and this time, I took the initiative and I kissed her. Normally, when I kiss a guy, my hands go somewhere between his bladebones, but now that I was deliberately kissing a girl, I did what most of my lovers used to do: I grabbed her arse, and she grabbed my in return. We stood there for a while, just enjoying each others tongues in our mouths and each others arses in our hands. After ten minutes, one of the women came to us, holding a vibrator in her hand. She told us that they were looking for a gift for their friend. She was 28 and getting married soon. Then they asked us if we had any experiences with that particular vibrator. I hadn't, but of course Claire had. She told them the pros and cons about it and in the end, they decided to buy it along with a short latex dress. They paid for it and then each squeezed our boobs as well.
Claire had a car, so we drove it back home. That was that day. I hadn't seen the last of the guy from the bus, though, but that's another story if you'd like.
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