Blissful Torment

You don't wear underwear. None of it. No socks, no bra, no panties. You haven't worn them all year round. You enjoy wearing thin blouses or tight t-shirts, putting the shape of your perky tits on display for all to see. It turns you on. You don't even reach school before you feel your nipples harden, which makes it more visible, and turns you on even more. 

Every time you get out of your car, you can immediately tell how wet you've gotten. At that point it's running down between your thighs. It would pool in your panties, but you're not wearing any. If possible, sundresses. If it's too cold for that, long skirts. No stockings, but if the weather is truly awful, you compromise and wear some thigh-highs. Your pussy hasn't been covered in over a year.

In the beginning you were afraid someone could smell your sex. But after a week, you realized that it's an unfounded fear. The idea that someone would notice is arousing. The more you leak, the more water you drink (your friends make fun of how much you drink, but they don't know), and the less pungent you become. 

Recently, you've gotten even bolder, not to say reckless. The long sundresses have made way for shorter ones. Those have been replaced with short skirts. Now in spring you can feel the sexual energy in the air, and your hands already pull down the tight short skirts past your butt by reflex. You know people stare. You don't care. No, you do care. You love it. 

Originally written 2019-02-17, © Blissful Torment