The day I felt slutty

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The day I felt sluttyNot so long ago, there was that day where I felt really like a slut. I’m really not the kind of girls to dress like a slut everyday, despite being free and liking to wear things who let my best body parts (my legs!) shine 🙂 But here is how it happened for a day:Months ago (last October), I still hadn’t my own car so every Friday, I had go back to my parent’s house for the week-end after class, by taking a train then a bus. I hadn’t much time to take the train, so I had to rush to my dorm room, take some laundry and go to the station.Usually I like to change some clothes too before going, but had not many choice as it’s the end of the week and most of my clothes are part of the dirty laundry.Anyway that day I didn’t take a general look before departing and what I choose gave some unprecedented memories with the surrounding men all the way back!What I choose consisted of a dark green jacket, almost like a man shirt, with nothing but my bra just under.On the bottom I had a same color skirt, not a mini one, but definitely not long either. I also had black heels and finally, last but not least, fishnet stocking with large mesh. I kinda like them but wear it very occasionally, and never in such a casual way.I don’t know what I were thinking, güvenilir bahis probably not thinking at all as the end of the weeks were tiring.I quickly understood my mistake as I was going thought the city on foot, toward the station. I didn’t paid much attention of course, neither at the other numerous students looking at me at the train station.The first “incident” happenned when I wanted to get ont he train.A group of boys, probably still in secondary school, and probably drunk or d**gged too, were standing in a car and saw me.They started to whistle and called to me, and I hurried myself over the head of the train.Of course the train was crewded but I managed to get a place alongside a woman. But my sit was in the middle of the car, and there was nothing I can do to somewhat hide my right leg…Not to mention now I was sitting, my skirt was appearing even shorter! Since I hadn’t anything but my shirt, I wasn’t able to cover it with anything.And of course, because my sit was in the middle of the car, the sit next to it was heading in the opposite direction, giving nothing but me for that passenger to stare at.That lucky guy, I guess, was a decent looking 30~ish guy. I quickly spot a ring on his hand, so he was likely married, that’s just internet casino something I often think about when looking at older men.I wasn’t interested by any mean, and very fortunately the ride was about 25 minutes as usual, but I felt so embarrassed… The worst moment was when, thinking of something else, or under the “pressure” of the guy furtive looks at my stockings, I started for a brief moment to nervously smile, and the guy spot that! I believe he was maybe too over-confident or dumb but what is the chance he believed I was somehow answering his interest? I guess I’ll never know…After the train I though I was going to have some relief and get home without further incidents, but guess I was wrong.The last part to get home was to take the bus for another 25-30 minutes, but after I sat near the middle of the bus, another guy came and sat on the other side of the bus, just two places on my right.At first he didn’t saw me, but quickly noticed. But this time I knew him. We were in the same class in college, years ago. I remember him as a smart guy but not really attractive.So another ride with someone staring at me. The funny thing this time was that because it was now dark outside, he was looking into the reflexion of the bus windows; canlı poker oyna But I was doing the same thing this time! At some point I felt so tired I change position and stretched my legs. No point hiding, and I started imagining if he was going to jerk on me that night!After some time he couldn’t stand the fact my whole legs were exposed after I changed position so he turned his head and looked directly toward me. I guess I hadn’t inviting eyes at that point, or he felt embarrassed too, because he quickly looked back in his window!Finally the bus stop in my hometown and I go off. Since I knew the guy was from another town, he didn’t go off with me here.I don’t know exactly why, but I suddently decided to offer him a final look. Maybe all those eyes upon me finally aroused me, but I felt more angry than anything.Before the bus start off again, and about one meter after the guy’s window, I stopped near a house barrier, hang myself here with one hand and simulated I had a stone in my shoes.I leant forward, and, needless to say, my skirt was pretty high and not covering much for a moment. I immediately freak out a little when I felt the wind over my stockings lace. And I quickly left when I heard the bus going away without looking back.In conclusion, that was a day I wanted to speak a little about. I still feel mainly like a slut about all that, but luckily I only spoke about it here today! I also can’t help myself with feeling a little proud to have turned many heads so easily like that!

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