I underestimated the effect of writing a post about what I was wearing while I was wearing it.

Even though the original post hardly got the attention I was hoping, I suddenly felt hyper aware and turned on. I could feel my tits bouncing with every stride, hanging over the cart handle, threatening to swing right out with any movement. My bodysuit rode up and squeezed my bare pussy, making my lips swell. I reached back to adjust it and found my fat ass had already swallowed up the clothing, leaving only the soft swish of my skirt to rub up against my bare cheeks. My body really did make even the most innocent outfits slutty.

I couldn't stop fantasizing about being watched, groped, having my shirt pulled down and being forced to show off my curvy body, or teased until I admitted all my indecent desires. Before I knew it I was leaned back in my parked car with my skirt hiked up, bodysuit pulled to the side and rubbing at my needy pussy. I parked near my apartment steps where I can see people coming in and out.

Rubbing slowly and gently at my clit, then faster at my swollen lips, hearing them start to leak and dribble my sweet honey. In a single swoop I let out my heavy tits, watching them jiggle as I rubbed myself. I looked down and watched my shy nipples start to poke out, coaxed by my desire. Fuck, I felt so slutty. I was being slutty, teasing my pussy in my apartment parking lot, with my tits on display. Wishing someone would see me, ask for a touch or a taste. I would cover up briefly when people came by, then indulge again, even wetter the second time around.

I probably don't look so innocent now, do I?