Emily's Second Solo Holiday Pt. 07

I was quite subdued waiting at the airport and then during the flight. I tried to cheer myself up by flashing my pussy to a few men but my heart just wasn't in it. It was only as we were coming in to land at Gatwick that I managed cheer myself up with the knowledge that I'd be hitting the London underground at rush hour and it was a Friday. That was always a good day to get groped as I stood reaching up for the hand holds.

True to form, I got groped, by 2 hands, one of the owners whispering that I had a nice tan and hoped that it was all over. I didn't turn to see who it was, or answer him, I just enjoyed his administrations.

As I was walking from the underground station to the apartment, Two things happened, firstly I noticed how much colder England was to Greece, and secondly, Noah, a single guy who lives in the same block caught up with me.

"Hi Emily, not seen you for a while but I see that you have a great tan and that you are finding it colder here, did you have a good holiday?"

Noah was referring to my nipples that were reacting to the colder temperature and making little tents in my top.

"Yes thanks Noah, I'm just getting back now and looking forward to a good nights sleep."

"Where's Jack, you didn't go on holiday on your own again did you, and where's your luggage?"

"Yes Noah, we decided to go on separate holidays, Jack gets back on Sunday and this bag is all I took on holiday."

"To a nudist camp?"

"No, I've been on a yacht with an American couple. I'm sure that Jack will have me tell everything at the next party."

By then we were reaching the apartments. Noah opened the door and let me go in first. As always, the first thing that I did once inside, was to strip naked which didn't take long because of how little I was wearing, and Noah stood there watching me.

I collected put mail the as I headed for the stairs Noah said,

"Hang on Emily, a box arrived for you the other day, would you like me to carry it up for you?"

"How big is it?" I asked.

"I'll get it."

I stood and watched Noah get the box and was pleased that he'd offered to carry it for me. I led the way up the stairs knowing that Noah would be staring at my butt and pussy but I wasn't at all worried because Noah has seen me naked dozens of times and he has fingered and eaten my pussy quite a few times as well.

Noah put the box down just inside Jack's apartment, I kissed his cheek as I thanked him, then he left. I flopped down on the sofa and relaxed. I still had a day before I had to go back to Gatwick to meet Jack and his mates. I wanted to see Jack just as soon as was possible and spend as much time with him as possible before I went back to work on the Monday.

After a few minutes doing absolutely nothing, I looked at the box that had been delivered for me. I wasn't expecting anything so imagine my surprise when I pulled out a sybian and some thigh restraints. Images came into my mind of me riding it at the next party that Jack threw. Maybe he'd invite his mates round and I could perform for them.

Those images and thoughts killed off the slight depression that I had and I just had to plug the sybian in and ride it.

Two orgasms later I was happy but a little tired. I looked in the fridge then went to the freezer and got out a pizza. Whilst that was cooking I opened the couple of letter that were addressed to me then went round the apartment checking to see if Jack had left any mess for me to clean up. He hadn't so I treated myself to one more orgasm on the sybian then went to bed.

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As I lay in bed toying with my clit after I'd woken up, I decided that I was going into central London to do some shopping and maybe a bit of 'accidental' flashing. I got out the skirt that I wear to go to the gym with jack. It's a lightweight, pleated, white greyhound skirt. When I wear it I feel like the only thing that I'm wearing below my ribs is a belt. With it I chose a sleeveless blouse that is short, has no buttons and ties at the bottom of my ribs. I like that top because it's baggy around my tits meaning that people can easily see down and into it and see my little tits and hard nipples. It helps that I am shorter than most people. With it being so short there's a big ring of flesh visible between the skirt and the top.

Together with some wedge sandals and my purse, I carried them downstairs to the entrance then put them on.

One thing that Jack does let me wear in the building is vibrators, and I decoded that I'd were my own Lovense vibrator with the pink antenna sticking out of my vagina. That antenna sticks down just to the bottom hem of the skirt that I was about to put on and I was sure that some people would would get to see that antenna that day.

I set the remote control to random timed blasts and of a random intensity, then I put my phone into my purse

As I was about to put my clothes on the lift arrived and out got a young couple from the top floor. They too had seen me naked dozens of times and been to Jack's parties so no embarrassment there. I stood chatting for a couple of minutes, still naked, then in walked the postman. What's more it wasn't our usual postman who'd seen me naked before.

He looked a little surprised, then smiled, said hello, then got on with posting letters into some of the boxes.

I started getting dressed then walked down the street with the couple before they turned to go to the local high street and I went to the underground station. The breeze up the escalators felt nice and started to get me aroused. I'm sure that my skirt was blowing up at least a little bit, but I made no attempt to hold it down, I didn't even look down at it or around to see if anyone was looking at me.

Waiting for the train was quite draughty as the trains forced the air along the tunnels and therefore the platforms, and this time I did see my skirt flying up. I saw a middle-aged man staring at me and gave him a pained expression but I didn't attempt to hold the skirt down.

It was a Saturday so the train wasn't anywhere near as crowded and I had no chance of being cramped between handsy men unfortunately, and I even managed to get a seat sitting opposite a young couple holding hands.

"How cute." I thought as I sat down in a very un-ladylike way, knowing that the couple would, if they took their eyes off each other, be able to see my pussy.

It was a good 5 minutes before the young man looked my way then did a double take to confirm his first thought about what he had seen. I continued catching up with my social media on my phone at the same time as glancing over the top of my phone with an expressionless smile on my face.

I watched the young man whisper something to the girl who then looked at me, then all around. Then she surprised me by uncrossing her legs and letting her knees drift apart. She was wearing a miniskirt and her bald pussy came into my sight.

My eyes went up to hers, made contact, and we both smiled.

I still had my phone in my hands and I tapped on the camera app, turned the flash and the sound off, then took a couple of photos just by slightly altering the angle that I was holding my phone.

"Something for Jack to look at." I said to myself.

The girl kept her knees apart as she and the young man whispered to each other until the train stopped in the next station and a man walked in between us. He was looking down but by then the girl had crossed her legs but I hadn't and I think that he caught a glimpse of my pussy and the pink antenna as he passed.

The couple continued to stare at my pussy until the train got to my station and as I got off I realised that the couple were getting off as well. They followed my up the escalator and must have had a great view of my butt and pussy. At the top I turned one way and our eyes didn't meet and I never saw them again.

I headed to a shop that I'd been to many time, with and without Jack. They always have a good stock of skirts and dresses for girls that like to wear them short. I was going to spend some of the money that I'd saved on my holiday by Aryn paying for absolutely everything, including my flights.

The shop had it's usual, older teen / young twenties customers, some with their partners. The staff were the same and I said hello to a couple of the girls that I'd spoken to before, and whoo had seen me naked before because I never close the curtains on the changing cubicles that are in the back of the store, but in the store and not in some back room. Quite a number of customers had seen me naked as well and the staff weren't at all bothered by my nudity. I got the impression that quite few girls got naked whilst changing and let their partners see them naked as they tried on clothes. I know that I'd seen a few naked girls with their partners looking at them as they did what I always do, get naked to try just a skirt on.

I found a couple of skirts that I liked and just knew that Jack would like them too, then I found a rack with even shorter skirts, ones that were even shorter than greyhound skirts or the one that I was currently wearing. I just had to have at least one of them knowing that it wouldn't cover all of my butt, nor my pussy, my slit would be visible all the time.

I went to the changing cubicles and stripped naked. I turned to look out and saw that I was being watched by a couple of teenage girls and the young man that was with them. I smiled at them then started trying on the skirts. When I'd got each one on I went out to where the full length mirror was, which just happened to be near where the 2 girls and 1 boy was standing, and looked at myself, front and back.

Then I turned my back to the mirror and bent right over. Looking through my legs I could see all of my butt and pussy in the mirror, those 3 teenagers and one of the staff. All were looking at my butt and pussy. When I tried the shortest skirt on, which was more like a broad belt, and I was standing up straight I turned to the little audience and said,

"Do you think this is too short, does it show too much of me?"

The 2 teenage girls giggled then one of them said,

"No, not at all, you look great in it."

The staff girl said,

"It suits you, you'll look great going clubbing in it."

"Do you think that it's too much for Saturday shopping?"

The teenage boy swore, probably imagining me walking down the street with half of my butt and my slit on show, and the staff girl said,

"You look really good in that madam, it really draws attention to your protruding clit and that pink thing sticking out of you."

It didn't really surprise me that she was so forthright because I'd had similar comments from the staff in there before. It's like they know when a girl is an exhibitionist and know when to say things that will encourage them, but she was right, it wasn't suitable for walking down a street in London in broad daylight even though I had done that a few times in Ibiza wearing skirts that didn't cover as much as the one that I had on right then.

When I was going back to the changing cubicle another young woman came over to try something on and went into the cubicle next to me. Her man came with her and he stood just outside the cubicles watching both his girl and me get changed.

Of course I lingered whilst I was naked and let him get a good look at me.

I bought the 3 shortest skirts.

Next I went looking for a peasant blouse and dress. I'd liked the way it was so easy for the restaurant owner in that Greek restaurant to strip his daughters.

They took some finding and I had to go into about 5 different shops before I finally found a shop that had some. I didn't even think about the escalators and stairs that I had to go up and down, walking around with no knickers and a skirt that only just covers my butt and slit is the norm for me these days, apart from going to work that is, and that feels like I'm in a straight-jacket; and I don't feel daring or exposed. It's just normal. Although I did keep seeing this one young man and wondered if he was following me up the stairs and escalators.

Anyway, I found some and took a couple of tops and a couple of dresses to the changing room. It was a ladies only changing room, none of this gender neutral fun for that store. I stripped and tried the tops first. They were elasticated round the top but not tight, in fact they were quite loose. I tried to simulate Jack pulling on the sides at the top of my arms. It was impossible for me to do but it was easy to tell that he would be able to easily pull them down revealing my breasts.

Then it was the dresses. Both were way too long but I could take care of the problem, having enough material left to make a flared, micro skirt. The waists were elasticated like the top, but again they were a very loose fit and, with my hands on the tops of my legs I could grip the material and pull it down. Okay I could only do it a bit at a time but the whole dress started to come down and after the third pull the whole dress came down. If it had been Jack pulling it the dress would have easily pooled round my feet after one of his gentle tugs.

I chose one top and one dress and went to pay for them. I nearly walked out of the changing cubicle without putting my own clothes on but remembered at the last second.

The next thing that I did was to go to a hairdressers. My hair hadn't had much attention for over 3 weeks and it needed a trim and some TLC. I had to wait for about 10 minutes but there was a man in the waiting area and I sat opposite him in such a way that he could see my bald pubes, slit, clit and pink antenna, a sight that his face told me he was enjoying.

Hair done, and with no desire or opportunity to flash the girl who did my hair, but she had asked me where I got my tan and I took the opportunity to tell her that I'd spent 3 weeks naked on a yacht around Greece and she quizzed me on how I managed to find a holiday like that. I told her that I'd replied to an advert for a deckhand for an American couple.

I'm pretty sure that she wanted to quiz me for more details but she'd finished my hair so I didn't get to tell her all about my naked adventures.

By then I was feeling a little hungry and went to the nearby, big chain coffee shop for a drink and a snack. I managed to get a table by the window and sat with my legs open enough for anyone looking from outside the shop, to see my slit, clit and pink antenna. I wasn't really looking outside to see is anyone was looking at me because I was in London, and the chances of anyone actually looking and realising what they could see were so small that it wasn't worth bothering.

I did however notice 2 policemen slowly walk passed with their hands inside their stab vests which made me think about talking to Jack about moving to Ibiza, Greece, or some other Mediterranean city where it would be hotter, safer and more open to naked girls wandering around.

The 2 policemen took a quick look my way but kept walking and I thought,

"Not very eagle-eyed for coppers are you?"

It was nice just sitting there, nice coffee, nice pastry, fresh air on my pussy and not a care in the world.

After a waitress came and collected my cup and plate, and possibly looked down and saw my pussy, I decided that it was time to head back home. I'd been lucky and got what I wanted. I went to the phone app and turned the vibrator to random, fast vibrations, gasped, then put my phone away and got to my feet. The journey was going to be a challenge.

And it was, 4 orgasms and around half a dozen instances of seeing men look up my skirt and seeing what was causing the jerks, shudders and shakes.

On the underground I sat hear some doors, where people stood waiting to get off, and I was rewarded with 2 men looking down my top. With it being baggy and tied at the bottom rather than buttoned up, I just knew that they'd be seeing at least one full tit with it's hard nipple. The vibrator was doing its job and keeping me aroused to the extent that when I saw the second man looking down my top I orgasmed. Life was good, for London.

I had another orgasm as I went up the escalator, I'd timed getting on right so that I was just a little ahead of a group of youths. It didn't take them long to realise what they could see and the comments that they made triggered the orgasm. It was difficult getting off the top of the escalator and then slowly walking to the exit, especially with the comments and the fact that one of then youths had realised and was telling his mates.

By the time I got outside the youths were gone and so were the waves of pleasure so I continued my journey towards home, but I had to go via the little supermarket that I often go to for the things that we run out of mid week. I needed to get a few essentials to keep us going until Jack drove me to a big supermarket later in the week.

In the little supermarket I saw the young girl that is usually there, and when she saw me she did what she usually does, go to the back and call for her father who comes and watches me as I go around the selves.

The first time that he did that I suspected that he was worried that I might steal something but it soon became apparent that he just wanted to perv on me and I always grant him his wish to see either my tits or my pussy. My pussy is easiest because all I have to do is bend over a few times pretending to look at something on the bottom shelves and this time was no different, although my vagina doesn't usually have a pink antenna sticking out of it and the other end of it vibrating away and about to make me cum.

The orgasm hit me when I was at the checkout and the girl gave me that knowing look. I smiled back at her.

Back at the apartment I put things away then relaxed. It was still strange being there without Jack so to stop myself thinking about it I took out the vibrator and climbed on the sybian where I rode it to 2 more orgasms before pushing myself up and off it. I wanted Jack to be there to clamp my thighs to it so that I couldn't get off it and have to just ride through those moments where I think that I just can't take anymore.

After getting myself something to eat I decided that some exercise would be good for me. I thought about going to the gym but instead I decided to got for a run. I got out my running clothes, put the vibrator back inside me and set it going on another random program before headed downstairs where I got dressed then left the building leaving my phone on the bed leaving me with no way of turning it off.

It had been nearly a month since I'd been jogging and it took a few streets before I was back in the rhythm and starting to think about my skirt bouncing about and the vibrations inside me.

I managed to keep jogging as the first orgasm hit me but I wasn't really concentrating on where I was going and I turned a corned and collided with a workman who was watching another man dig a hole in the footpath. I bounced off the man but went flying back and luckily landed on the grass verge.

I was more winded than hurt but my orgasm was still in full swing. I lay there as the orgasm finished its cycle then I looked up to see both workmen looking down on me.

"Are you alright miss?" One of the workmen said.

I just looked up at them still trying to workout what had happened. Then I looked down my body and saw that my skirt was up around my waist and my legs were quite wide open, my left leg bent with the ankle under my right knee. I looked up at the men again and saw where there eyes were looking, and it wasn't my eyes.

"I don't know," I replied, "my leg."

"Shall I call for an ambulance?"

I quickly did a check round my body and decided that I probably didn't need one.

"Just give me a couple of minutes before I answer that one." I replied.

"That leg doesn't look too good, shall I check it for you, I'm a first aider?"