Wardrobe Malfunction Records

Wardrobe Malfunction Records

Author: Brainache (ddt)

Published on: Spring in the Courtyard

(1)

I don't know when it started, but when I see my girlfriend's wardrobe malfunction, I not only don't feel unhappy at all, but I also get more excited when I think about it afterward. And what I think about is how to let her have enough wardrobe malfunctions so that more people can see. No wonder my girlfriend often scolds me for being a pervert, but I still enjoy it.

Whenever my girlfriend says I'm a "pervert", I always laugh and say, "Yes! I am a pervert, I just like it!"

Of course, the highest principle of wardrobe malfunction or exposure is safety, so I always like to take advantage of the wardrobe malfunction when there is a customer, because when you are a customer of this store, such wardrobe malfunction always makes me feel much more at ease. Next, let's talk about some experiences!

First, let me talk about why I went from asking my girlfriend to go out without clothes to asking her to wear all the clothes she should wear, and then take them off when she goes outside.

This happened less than two years ago. I remember that the weather I had been looking forward to finally warmed up. Lately, because of the cold weather, I haven't been to the beach as often, otherwise the cold sea breeze in winter would be really biting.

That afternoon, I had nothing to do, so I went for a walk on the beach with my girlfriend. When I went to pick her up, I saw her walking from the apartment building in the community. The dress she was wearing looked a bit too short, but not quite. The dress almost only covered her bottom, but there was a section of transparent tulle about ten centimeters long underneath. If you include the tulle, the length wasn't too bad, but the whole thing looked rather alluring, and some people around were already staring at her.

But my girlfriend didn't seem to care at all. As soon as she got in the car, she said to me, "This dress is quite comfortable!" I thought as long as she was wearing a short skirt, that was fine, and I actually hoped she would wear something as short as possible. But when she got in the car, I noticed something "unusual" about her clothes. Huh! I didn't see any nipples showing, and she was even wearing a bra. I reached down and, oh my god, she was even wearing panties.

I glared at her, and my girlfriend looked at me and said, "I'm going out to dinner with friends tonight. How can I go without wearing anything underneath? If I don't wear anything underneath, I'll have to go home to change later, which is a hassle and I might be late!" She immediately reached into her clothes and took off her bra, then lifted her skirt to take off her panties.

A thought suddenly occurred to me, and I quickly shook my head, saying to my girlfriend, "Wait a minute!" My girlfriend looked at me suspiciously, but also put her skirt down.

As soon as her bra was off, and given how thin her clothes were, her breasts were clearly visible. I loved seeing her like that on the street, and the way people looked at her.

Sure enough, when we got to the beach and got out of the car, whenever we passed by, some people would be too embarrassed to look directly at her, but they would still steal a glance. And there were always people who would stare directly at my girlfriend's chest, then look her up and down, their eyes never leaving her chest until they passed by.

My girlfriend often felt uncomfortable under these stares and complained to me, "Honestly, these people are so weird! What are they looking at? What's so interesting? Why do they stare at other people's chests so much?"

I laughed and said, "You have a great figure and you're beautiful. Even I never get tired of looking at you, so of course everyone else loves to look too."

As we were talking, we suddenly noticed a building by the sea that used to be an old house, but somehow it had been turned into a restaurant. I said to my girlfriend, "When did that house become a restaurant? Let's go see!" We then headed towards the restaurant.

The interior was quite spacious, and the decor was rather unique. Perhaps because it wasn't a weekday, there was only one table of customers inside, and there were plenty of seats for us. Of course, we found a good spot to take pictures.

The waiter came over to introduce the menu. We weren't very hungry, so we ordered two afternoon tea sets. After ordering, the waiter went to prepare the food. While waiting for the food, I thought we had some free time, so I said to my girlfriend, "Let's go outside and take some pictures." My girlfriend nodded, and we went outside.

There were other people taking photos by the sea, but they were newlyweds taking wedding photos, so they probably wouldn't notice us.

Of course, we wanted to take some photos showing off our cleavage and lifting our skirts. My girlfriend was wearing panties today, but they were transparent thongs. Even though she hadn't taken them off, they were so transparent that you could clearly see the dark area underneath.

This made for some unique photos, and my girlfriend would occasionally pull down her thong for me to take pictures. But after just a few shots, she kept asking, "Are you going to take your pants off?" I didn't answer. After a while, she asked again, "Are you going to take your pants off?" I don't know if she found lifting her skirt and pulling down her pants too troublesome or what.

I said, "These photos are good! It's rare to see you wearing underwear!"

After a few more shots, she asked again, "Are you going to take them off?" (I really don't understand, does she dislike wearing panties that much?)

I could only say, "Take them off now! But don't be too fast, or I won't get a clear picture." My girlfriend looked around, and when the people on the beach weren't looking, she slowly pulled down her thong.

It was my first time taking photos of my girlfriend taking off her underwear in public, and it felt quite unique, a completely different experience from going out completely naked. From then on, whenever my girlfriend went out, I made sure she was fully equipped (meaning she had to wear underwear). We'd have these impromptu "striptease shows" outside, in restaurants, on the street, etc. Every time we went out, I'd find a place to take off her underwear first, and of course, I'd take photos of it all!

While we were engrossed in taking pictures, our food arrived. The waiter, not seeing us at our table, naturally looked outside. At that moment, I was squatting down, taking pictures of my girlfriend's skirt. Because she was standing on the steps, and I was squatting below, with the camera pointing upwards, the position was really strange, and the waiter couldn't help but glance at me again. As we continued taking pictures, my girlfriend would naturally lift her skirt, and I would frantically press the shutter, completely unaware that someone was watching us from behind.

After taking pictures for a while, when I wanted to check if our food had arrived (our seats were by the window), I looked in our direction and saw the waiter looking at us through the window! I was really startled and quickly put down my camera, whispering to my girlfriend, "Someone's watching us!"

My girlfriend was also startled and quickly pulled her skirt down to look back. The waiter saw us turn around and then turned away.

My girlfriend asked, "Was it the waiter?"

I smiled and nodded, saying, "Anyway, you can't see anything from behind."

My girlfriend said, "But he'll know if I lift my skirt!"

I said, "He can know but he can't see!"

My girlfriend rolled her eyes at me again, and I took her hand and walked back to the restaurant.

After we got back to our seats, I pointed towards the counter. My girlfriend turned her head and saw the waiter staring in our direction. My girlfriend turned back to me shyly and said, "He must have seen something! Look, he keeps staring at us."

I said, "You're beautiful and dressed hot, of course he'll look at you more!"

The waiter did indeed look in our direction immediately, which made it a bit difficult for us to take pictures at the table. But difficult as it was, we still took pictures. As long as the waiter wasn't looking, we still took pictures! Because whenever I pointed my camera at my girlfriend, she would automatically look around, then pull down her clothes and say, "Take a picture!"

Later, I put the camera on the chair next to me, pointed the lens at my girlfriend's skirt, and then, when the waiter wasn't looking, took another picture of what was under her skirt. But when the flash went off, the waiter immediately looked over, but didn't see the camera on the table or in my hand.

When the waiter wasn't paying attention, I took a few more pictures, and the flash went off several times. The waiter only saw the flashes but didn't see me with the camera. Whether out of curiosity or something else, the waiter soon came over to us and asked, "Would you like more water?" Seeing my camera on the chair next to me, the waiter was even more puzzled: What was I photographing?

Logically, since we said we didn't need more water, the waiter should have left immediately. But he didn't; instead, he started talking to my girlfriend, asking how her food was, what the taste was like, and what her decor was like.

They chatted about all sorts of random things, but while talking, his eyes kept wandering to my girlfriend.

And then, I noticed two faint bumps on her chest, and he looked utterly surprised! Then his gaze shifted to her legs, and from there, his eyes were practically glued to her thighs. He only occasionally glanced at her chest; most of the time, his eyes were on her legs, and his words were incoherent.

This really puzzled me, because almost everyone who stared at my girlfriend was fixated on her breasts. How could someone be more interested in other parts of her body?

After the waiter left, I asked my girlfriend, "It's strange that he only glanced at your nipples before looking at your thighs."

My girlfriend said, "Really? I didn't look at him, how would I know what he was looking at?"

The more I thought about it, the stranger it seemed, so I stood up and pretended to stretch. I stood next to the table where the waiter had been and looked at my girlfriend's thighs. When I looked, my eyes widened, and I finally understood the truth about the waiter's behavior!

(2)

It turned out that after we returned to our seats, my girlfriend just sat down naturally without trying to adjust her skirt. As a result, the dress rode up after she sat down. At this point, the fabric part of the dress was only at the top of her thighs, and below the top of her thighs, there was only thin gauze.

The sheer fabric, if measured from the pubic area, only covered about 6 or 7 centimeters at most. And since only the fabric covered her thighs and below, a tuft of dark hair was faintly visible beneath it, somewhat blurry, but still easily discernible. This obscene scene was truly alluring; even I couldn't help but glance at it several times.

No wonder the waiter was speechless upon seeing this; how could someone so openly expose their genitals in a restaurant in broad daylight, especially a tall, beautiful woman like her? I doubt he'd ever see anything like it again.

Afterward, I pretended nothing had happened and sat back down. My girlfriend asked, "What were you looking at?" I just smiled and said, "Nothing! Nothing! Just seeing how beautiful you're getting!" My girlfriend laughed and pointed at me, calling me an "idiot."

Seeing my girlfriend's outfit, I knew the waiter would definitely come back, and today he would be exceptionally attentive.

We continued eating, and I occasionally took photos of my girlfriend, who posed by showing off her cleavage. After a few shots, we took a break and ate some more. While she was eating, an idea suddenly popped into my head. I switched the camera to photo mode and found the picture I had taken of her under the table.

Shortly after finding the photo, a waiter approached us with a plate of peanuts.

I put the camera down and flipped the screen upwards, revealing the photo of her skirt under the table.

The waiter then stood next to her (it's true what they say, sex is a powerful force! Only from this position could he see it clearly from above) and said, "This plate of peanuts is a complimentary dish from our restaurant." He didn't leave immediately but continued chatting with her, saying they had just opened and wanted to get feedback from customers to improve their restaurant. (Was that really true?)

As he spoke, his eyes kept glancing at her thighs and then her chest, as if he were constantly scanning her entire body. As we were talking, my gaze suddenly fell on the camera on the table. The screen displayed photos, and what was on the screen was a picture of the woman under her skirt, visible beneath the table. Even more outrageous, there was absolutely nothing under the skirt; her dark pubic hair and labia were clearly visible on the screen.

The waiter's face naturally showed disbelief. He leaned forward slightly, staring intently at the screen, then turned to look at my girlfriend (her breasts were prominently displayed, she wasn't wearing a bra, and she was completely naked underneath. Yes, the beautiful woman in front of you was completely naked except for the clothes you saw). My girlfriend was calmly drinking her beverage, not even looking up at the waiter, completely unaware of what was happening. The waiter glanced at

me, but I deliberately avoided looking at him, pretending I didn't know anything either. Seeing that I didn't react, the waiter was happy to continue staring at my girlfriend's body! With such a "beautiful sight" before me, I figured if no other customers came in today, it would be a worthwhile investment.

The waiter and my girlfriend had been chatting for quite a while, but he didn't seem to be leaving. My girlfriend was eating peanuts and chatting with him, and soon there was a pile of peanut shells on the table. The waiter said he would tidy up the table for us. (It's strange that a place like this offers table-tidying services!) As he

was tidying up, whether intentionally or unintentionally, the waiter knocked the entire plate of peanuts he had just brought over onto the floor. The plate fell right on my girlfriend, causing her to scream "Ouch!" The waiter repeatedly said, "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I'll clean it up." He then knelt down to pick up the peanuts scattered all over the floor.

When my girlfriend saw the waiter squat down, she naturally put her hands down to hold down her skirt. Seeing this, I pointed at her hands and gestured for her to bring them up, whispering, "Open them."

My girlfriend glared at me and said, "Are you crazy?!" She reluctantly placed her hands on the table, but didn't deliberately spread her legs.

The table was covered in peanuts, and the waiter squatted down to pick them up, but he squatted in the same direction as me, facing my girlfriend. Although he was picking up peanuts, his eyes kept drifting under the table, specifically towards my girlfriend's legs.

When he finished picking up the peanuts around the table and saw a few left under the table, the waiter actually said, "There are a few under the table, let me pick them up." Without waiting for us to say anything, he ducked under the table.

My girlfriend was startled to see someone crawling under the table and instinctively clamped her legs together. I quickly grabbed her hands, shook my head, and whispered, "Open them a little." My girlfriend pouted at me, but her legs didn't move. I had to say again, "At least keep it as it is."

Reluctantly, she opened her legs again, returning to the previous position, but her expression became strange. Pointing at my head, she said, "You made me look naked! What am I going to do?" I said, "You didn't open them, you couldn't see anything." My girlfriend glared at me and said, "That's for the best!"

Although the waiter only squatted under the table for a few seconds, those few seconds were a few seconds of almost frozen tension. I didn't know what he could see under the table, but I knew he would see something.

After the waiter finished picking up the peanuts and left, my girlfriend was a little angry. She said, "You're a pervert! You seem happy that I'm being looked at! You know perfectly well I'm not wearing underwear! You still told me to open up! It's already too much to ask me to stay still, and you're telling me to open up for others to see? Do you want me to become as perverted as you?"

I could only laugh and say, "You're young now, and people still want to see you. But when you're old and faded, no one will want to see you!" My girlfriend rolled her eyes at me again: "If you want to be seen, why don't you let others see you yourself!" But when I picked up the camera lens and pointed it at my girlfriend, she saw that I had picked up the camera and, seeing that no one was paying attention, still pulled down her shirt to expose her chest and let me take pictures!

Although she was still taking pictures, I was still very curious about what could be seen under the table. So I put my hand in my pocket and pulled it out. "Clatter," several coins fell under the table. Now I could confidently crawl under the table to "pick up the coins."

I pulled out a chair and squatted under the table to "collect coins." As soon as I squatted down, my eyes naturally drifted down to my girlfriend's skirt. She was still sitting in the same position, but that position alone was enough—it was simply too beautiful! From above, there wasn't much covering, but from below, what else could it be called but an unobstructed view? A tuft of hair was clearly visible, and the two labia majora were crystal clear, even the cleft between them was slightly damp.

Although I often see such things, admiring them like this in a restaurant in front of others was incredibly exciting, and I still savored the memory afterward! I didn't want to stand up after seeing this sight. I turned to look at the counter, and the waiter was staring straight at me. He must have already seen what I was looking at, he just couldn't look as long as he wanted like I could.

Seeing the waiter staring at me blankly, I suddenly slipped my hand under my girlfriend's skirt. Looking at the counter, the waiter's expression turned even more astonished; his mouth gaped open, and he looked utterly surprised, practically drooling. But as I reached under her skirt, I felt a sharp pain on the back of my hand. My girlfriend had pinched it hard! It hurt! I quickly pulled my hand back, stood up, and sat down. As soon as I sat down,

my girlfriend yelled, "This is a public place, and people are watching! What's wrong with you?"

I could only innocently say, "I thought no one was watching." Little did she know, I had deliberately touched her because I saw people watching, I thought smugly.

I looked at the counter; the waiter wasn't there, but had sat down two tables away from us, staring intently at my girlfriend. I deliberately asked, "Did someone see anything just now?" My girlfriend replied irritably, "I saw your hand inside my skirt!" I could only chuckle awkwardly and say, "Really?" But secretly, I was thrilled; the thought alone was exciting.

A little while later, my girlfriend said she needed to use the restroom, which was right next to the counter. From the moment she got up, the waiter kept staring at her until she went into the restroom. After she went in, the waiter suddenly ran off to get a mop and a bucket, the bucket filled with water, and started mopping right next to the restroom.

Because there were some decorations between our table and the restroom, I couldn't see anything clearly and was completely confused about what the waiter was doing. A little while later, when my girlfriend came out of the restroom, I suddenly heard her scream, "Ah!"

I rushed over and saw that she seemed about to fall, but the waiter caught her from behind, thankfully preventing her from actually falling.

The waiter kept saying, "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I just thought this place was a bit dirty and wanted to clean it up, but I didn't expect to trip you. I'm so sorry!" But while he was apologizing, he was still holding my girlfriend's chest with both hands, which was really taking advantage of her!

When the waiter saw me coming, he seemed to realize that holding my girlfriend like that was inappropriate and quickly let go of her. What's even more outrageous is that after the waiter held my girlfriend to prevent her from falling, because he was holding her from behind, he pulled up her dress, leaving her dress practically just a top. Her lower body was almost completely exposed, making the whole atmosphere lewd.

At this moment, the waiter said, "I'm sorry!" but his eyes were fixed on my girlfriend's bare lower body, which made me both angry and amused. My girlfriend seemed not to have come to her senses for a moment. Suddenly, she realized that her lower body was cold. She looked down at her clothes, which had been pulled up and were completely exposed. She quickly pulled her dress down, her face turning red with embarrassment.

Then I saw the waiter standing there with his eyes wide open! Seriously! It wasn't enough that he saw my girlfriend wasn't wearing underwear once; he had to see her a second time, even verifying that she wasn't wearing a bra?

Back at our seat, I asked my girlfriend what happened. She said she didn't know either; she had just come out of the restroom and was going back to her seat when she suddenly tripped over a mop and almost fell. Luckily, the waiter caught her from behind, but he had touched her chest, and her chest had been "bumped" quite hard.

My girlfriend said to me again, "What should I do? He touched my breasts and saw everything down there. He knows I'm not wearing anything underneath. It's so embarrassing!"

I could only say, "Sigh! You're not careful when you walk. Luckily, you didn't actually fall. You can't say he did it on purpose. What can you do? It's not like you lost anything, so what's the big deal?"

My girlfriend said, "It's not like you exposed me, so of course it's okay for you!" Then she muttered to herself, "I always hope he exposes me. It's so embarrassing!"

I said, "If you're embarrassed, let's go." My girlfriend said, "Okay! Let's go quickly!" After saying that, I handed the bill and 500 yuan to my girlfriend and said, "Go pay the bill." My girlfriend glared at me and said, "I was just seen naked, and you're telling me to pay the bill?"

I laughed and said, "Go quickly! I want to take a picture of you paying the bill." My girlfriend said, "Paying the bill isn't about showing anything, so what's the point of taking a picture?" I said, "Just go pay the bill!" Because even though I can't show anything, I know the situation myself, and I'll have endless memories to look at the photos later.

Seeing my insistence, my girlfriend reluctantly took the bill to the counter to pay. I took pictures of her from behind as she paid, and what seemed like a trivial matter later revealed a deeper meaning to it both of us.

The waiter watched my girlfriend approach, his gaze lingering on her. He never imagined that a woman he'd seen and touched, completely naked, would be standing right in front of him. Because she was standing, he couldn't see anything under her skirt, so his eyes were fixed on her chest, which was quite noticeable.

I took a few pictures from behind. While my girlfriend was paying at the counter, it wasn't like a simple transaction where the waiter just took the money and left. He asked her some more questions, seemingly reluctant for us to leave so quickly. My girlfriend didn't leave immediately and continued chatting with the waiter.

Seriously! Didn't she complain about being stared at for her chest? Wasn't it obvious this waiter was looking at her chest? And they were even laughing and talking! Seeing this, I quickly walked forward and asked, "Is the bill settled?" But as I spoke, I reached my arm around my girlfriend's waist, my hand sliding down to her bottom before slipping inside her skirt.

My girlfriend turned and glared at me, but didn't dare say anything, only nudging me with her foot while calmly speaking to the waiter. At this point, almost half of my girlfriend's bottom was exposed, and I deliberately began to caress her entire bottom. However, I suddenly remembered there was a table of customers behind us, and I couldn't help but turn around. As I turned, I met their eyes. Both of them were staring at us; hadn't they seen everything we just did? I

hadn't expected anyone behind us, so instead of keeping my hand inside her skirt, I had practically lifted it up to caress her. This action exposed my girlfriend's bare bottom to the air, making it obvious to anyone behind that she wasn't wearing underwear.

Although I knew someone had seen us, this was a public place, and it wasn't appropriate to go too far, so I had to withdraw my hand. My girlfriend, who had initially looked a little awkward, seemed relieved when she saw I didn't move. Little did she know she had already been completely seen.

As we left the store, we encountered a newlywed couple who had just finished taking photos at the beach. They seemed to have finished their shoot and were packing up their things, chatting and preparing to leave. When we passed them, they all froze, staring at my girlfriend as they watched us go.

My girlfriend was very uncomfortable being stared at, and I was equally puzzled. She asked, "They're so weird, why are they staring at us?" I told her, "You go ahead." She seemed confused but continued walking.

After she had gone a short distance, I called to her. She turned around and asked, "What?" Her turn revealed a truly remarkable scene.

I don't know why, but the angle of the afternoon sunlight made my girlfriend's clothes almost see-through, revealing her entire body's curves. Her breasts, not wearing a bra, were not only prominently displayed, but also their dark circles were faintly visible; her lower body, without underwear, and that dark patch were also vaguely discernible. This tantalizing glimpse was even more alluring than complete exposure. No wonder everyone froze and stared at my girlfriend when we passed by.

My girlfriend herself seemed oblivious to what was happening. When I called her, she came over and asked, "What's wrong?" Then she immediately asked, "Strange! Why are those people staring at me?"

I thought to myself, "What if my girlfriend never wears such beautiful clothes again?" I could only reply, "Nothing! Let's leave!" and quickly got in the car and drove away.

But that image was etched in my mind, incredibly clear. All I could think about was how to capture that moment on camera so my girlfriend would wear it more often in the future, to see if there was any way to recreate that image.

(3)

As the weather got warmer, we often went to the beach. Once, my girlfriend was wearing a black dress, and I couldn't help but complain, "Ugh! You can't even see your nipples clearly in this dress."

My girlfriend said, "Yes! Look!" and then took off her bra. Although the upper part of the dress was a bit loose, my girlfriend stuck out her chest, and there were traces of nipples, but they were not very obvious. It was just that because it was a dress, the skirt part was relatively short. I thought, forget it! We've already gone out, what more can we ask for?

Along the North Coast, there are a bunch of mobile cafes with simple awnings and some small restaurants selling light meals. One of them had several pavilions for seating, but the roof was decorated with something like straw, which looked a bit like the South Seas and felt quite special. When we passed by, I said to my girlfriend, "Let's go sit there."

The seats in the pavilion were higher than the ground, so we had to walk up two or three steps. We chose a pavilion to sit in.

When the owner saw someone arrive, he quickly brought out a menu. I looked at it and saw that they only sold drinks, pancakes, toast, and the like, not knowing what to order. So I showed the menu to my girlfriend. She took the menu and looked down at it, and I turned to look too.

But when I turned my head, my gaze wasn't on the menu; instead, it was fixed on my girlfriend's chest. Because her dress had a wide neckline, when she looked down at the menu, her chest was practically "open wide." From where I was sitting next to her, I could see about two-thirds of her chest, not to mention the angle the owner was at!

Since the owner was standing, from that height and angle, not only her chest, but her entire upper body was practically completely visible (I later stood up to look). When I glanced at the restaurant owner, I saw his eyes were glued to what was visible beneath his girlfriend's clothes. He didn't say a word, only handing us the menu. It wasn't until he noticed me watching him that he seemed a little embarrassed and asked, "What would you like to order?"

My girlfriend, however, remained focused on the menu, completely unaware that she had been exposed. I just couldn't understand it. Was she truly oblivious? This kind of situation probably happens to many girls, but my girlfriend seemed genuinely unaware of her exposure, looking at the menu as if nothing was wrong.

When the owner noticed me looking at him, he seemed a little embarrassed. A moment later, perhaps out of professional ethics, he went down the steps and waited for us to order by the gazebo. Even though we were sitting, we were almost taller than him, making it impossible for him to see anything. The owner didn't even stare at my girlfriend's chest anymore; he just looked down and noted down what we ordered.

After ordering, I went to the restroom. When I came back and walked up to the gazebo, I realized I had completely misunderstood the owner. I had thought he was very professional and embarrassed to see my girlfriend's exposed body, but looking at her from the ground, the space under the table, except for the four legs, was completely open. Because of her dress and sitting position, her lower body appeared very short. Even though her legs were slightly together, the open space under the table clearly revealed what was underneath her dress.

She was wearing a black, slightly transparent thong, and besides the underwear, her pubic hair was also clearly visible. My

girlfriend was still leaning back in her chair with her hands on the gazebo railing, looking very relaxed. Although her legs were in a normal position, not particularly spread, the angle from below made it easy for anyone passing by to see what was under her dress!

My girlfriend saw me walk to the gazebo but not come up and asked, "What are you looking at?"

I quickly went up to the gazebo and said, "Nothing! You look so relaxed and comfortable!"

My girlfriend said, "Yeah! This breeze is really nice."

Back in the gazebo, I thought about what would happen if other guests came and glanced in our direction. The thought of everyone seeing my girlfriend's exposed underwear made me feel inexplicably excited.

Thinking about this, I picked up my camera and said to my girlfriend, "You can take it off now." My girlfriend turned her head to see that the boss wasn't paying attention, and reached into her skirt to take off her underwear. I said to my girlfriend, "Be elegant, take it slow, I want to take a picture." My girlfriend

kicked my shin hard and said, "Elegance my foot! Taking off your pants in public and you want to be elegant? Are you trying to make me a target?" After saying that, she didn't take off her underwear very quickly or very slowly, which was a good pace for taking pictures.

Even after taking off her underwear, my girlfriend still held it in her hand, spread her legs, and let me take pictures (just to witness it!), with her back to the boss so she wouldn't be discovered and could get many angles to shoot.

After taking several pictures, my girlfriend handed the underwear to me, saying, "Please keep this for me."

A short while later, the boss came over with two drinks. My girlfriend and I were chatting, and my gaze drifted to her chest. I noticed that when she was happy, her body swayed, and her loose clothes opened and closed accordingly. It seemed like this action would be a treat for the boss again!

But I was puzzled. After glancing at my girlfriend, the boss also stared in my direction. Just as I was wondering what was going on, I looked down at myself. I discovered that the underwear my girlfriend had just taken off wasn't completely tucked into my pants; a section was still sticking out. The boss seemed to be confirming whether it was underwear, staring intently at it!

I wondered what the shop owner was thinking. He already knew my girlfriend wasn't wearing a bra, and now he'd discovered her underwear inside my pants! Was this beautiful woman wearing nothing under her clothes? And she'd even taken her underwear off right there!

The owner didn't stay long; he put down the drinks and left, which was a little disappointing (leaving so soon).

As we walked down the steps, the owner turned back and said, "There's no toilet paper on the table, I'll go get you a pack." Seeing his gaze drift under the table again, I secretly chuckled to myself. What man wouldn't want to see this?

A moment later, the owner returned with the toilet paper. He didn't go up to the gazebo; he just handed it to us from the side. My girlfriend immediately stretched out to take it. I saw my girlfriend coming again. When she realized she'd been seen, she always yelled at me for letting someone see her, but bending over to get the toilet paper like that—wasn't her entire chest exposed?

After the owner left, I deliberately asked my girlfriend if her posture while getting the toilet paper was intentional. My girlfriend's reply was, "I'm not as lecherous as you! The boss didn't even keep looking at me!"

That makes sense! The boss glanced at my girlfriend, but his gaze lingered under the table for a while! Naturally, he wanted to confirm if my girlfriend's lower body was truly bare, so after she got the toilet paper and sat back down, he didn't leave immediately. He even asked us, "Is there anything else you need?" while his eyes were fixed on the area under the table.

I just checked myself; standing where the boss is now, after my girlfriend sat down, she wasn't wearing underwear...

It's really hard to hide it unless you deliberately put your hand on your skirt and press it down. But now my girlfriend is just sitting normally, without even crossing her legs, so that mysterious triangle area is definitely going to be seen.

From then on, whenever the shop owner was attending to other customers, he would slow down, glance in our direction, and nod at us as if to be friendly. My girlfriend would smile and nod back at him. (God knows! Was he really greeting us? He was just looking at what was under my girlfriend's skirt!)

My girlfriend even said to me, "The owner of this shop is so friendly!" I was both annoyed and amused: "Yeah! He saw you in that outfit, and you praised him, it's really..."

Looking at my girlfriend's outfit, I thought of a good place to go and said to her, "Let's go to Ximending after we eat." My girlfriend asked, "Why don't we stay here a little longer?" I said, "Didn't you want to buy shoes? Let's go now!"

Hearing that we were going to buy shoes, my girlfriend happily said, "Okay! I want to buy a pair of riding boots!" After that, we paid the bill and drove back to Taipei.

On the way, I turned to my girlfriend and said, "It's so hot!" My girlfriend smiled and said, "The sun is so bright, of course it's hot!"

I looked at her again and said, "Don't you think it's too hot?" My girlfriend looked at me and said, "Why? The sun is so bright, they'll see inside!"

My girlfriend knew what I wanted her to do, which was to take off all her clothes. It was just that under the bright sun, even though the window film was a bit dark, it was still possible to see inside in the sunlight.

I said, "Wear a light jacket! That way no one will notice."

"Wait until tonight!" my girlfriend said, "They'll see everything."

I said, "You're wearing a jacket, how can anyone see that you're not wearing anything underneath?"

Seeing my insistence, my girlfriend really took off the only piece of clothing she was wearing. With just one piece of clothing off, she was completely naked. After taking it off, she quickly put on a light jacket.

So, she was only wearing a light jacket, and the zipper wasn't zipped up. I believed that no one in the car would notice anything unusual. I picked up my camera and took pictures of my girlfriend while driving.

Seeing no cars coming from the opposite direction, my girlfriend completely opened her coat, making her practically naked. I was happy to capture the scene.

When we reached a red light at an intersection, I suddenly rolled down the window next to her. Startled, she asked, "What are you doing?" I calmly replied, "Turn your back to the window so people outside can't see you!"

She quickly turned around, her entire body pressed against the window. I rolled the window wide open and took pictures of her. A motorcyclist waiting at the red light glanced at us but didn't notice anything amiss. My girlfriend was urging me to hurry up and take the picture! She felt awkward having to cover herself with her hands, but not covering herself felt strange, especially with people nearby, as she was practically naked.

As I was taking pictures, I suddenly heard "Beep! Beep! Beep!" behind me. It turned out I hadn't even realized the light had turned green while I was taking pictures. My girlfriend quickly closed the window next to her and urged me, "Hurry up! You didn't even notice the light turned green while you were taking pictures!"

I laughed and said to my girlfriend, "See, taking pictures with the window open like this, no one around will notice!" My girlfriend said

angrily, "Who takes pictures like this? People will find it strange! If a big car is looking down from above, won't they see everything?"

I said, "No way! I won't open the window if there's a big car next to me."

My girlfriend said, "That's for the best! Always wanting to be exposed, I don't know what you're thinking?"

We came to another red light, and I saw someone handing out flyers with a lighter tucked inside. As the person handed one out past my car, I said to my girlfriend, "They're giving away free lighters! Can I take one?"

But as I spoke, I had already opened the window. The person handing out flyers saw my window open and naturally turned to us to give us the flyers.

The moment the window opened, both of them were startled: my girlfriend hadn't expected me to open it without telling her, and she reached for her clothes to cover herself, but her lower body was completely naked. She didn't know where to begin, unsure whether to grab the flyer or just cover herself. The flyer distributor was even more astonished! He never imagined handing out flyers to a disheveled woman.

Seeing my girlfriend reach for her clothes, seemingly without anything underneath, and her lower body completely naked, time seemed to freeze for less than a second. For a split second, both of them were practically frozen in place.

Seeing this, I said to my girlfriend, "Take it! We're leaving after you've taken it!" My girlfriend seemed to suddenly snap out of her daze, grabbed the flyer, and quickly closed the window.

After closing the window, she glared at me, wide-eyed, knowing she was about to get yelled at again! My girlfriend angrily said, "It's so embarrassing! People see you dressed like this!" I could only lie, "I saw they were giving away lighters, so I just wanted to take one! I forgot that's all you're wearing right now." (Even I didn't believe it myself.)

My girlfriend said, "You did it on purpose! And you still say that! You get the most pleasure from having people see everything!" Then she unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, unzipped them, and even pulled down my underwear, exposing my "little brother" hidden in my pants. After taking it off, she lay on top of me and put my "little brother" into her mouth, making it even more erect.

A moment later, my girlfriend reached to my car window and pressed the automatic window open button. The window opened quickly, and she sat back down, but one hand was still gripping my penis, making up-and-down thrusting motions. Then she provocatively said, "Don't close your window!"

At that moment, I kept telling myself, "Don't react! Don't react!" But I couldn't help it; under my girlfriend's skillful hands, my penis was still standing proudly.

The scene was indescribable. My pants were mostly down, and my girlfriend was giving me a handjob—it must have been a very enjoyable situation. But my car window was wide open, and if a taller car passed by, it would mean I was the one being exposed. My girlfriend even put her clothes on her thighs to cover her lower body, so it was now just me being exposed.

Although I enjoy seeing my girlfriend in public, I'm quite reluctant to see myself in public. As we got closer to the city center and the traffic increased, I finally told my girlfriend, "Okay! I give up!" and closed the window next to me.

Seeing this, my girlfriend pouted with satisfaction and said, "See if you dare let me be exposed again!" She then leaned on me again, continuing to push my penis into her vagina. I didn't hesitate to reach for her vagina, which was indeed soaking wet.

Remembering how she had treated me earlier, I also forcefully inserted my finger into her vagina. Although it was forceful and rough, my girlfriend didn't seem displeased; she just made a soft "hmm." My entire index finger went in smoothly, and as I moved my finger faster, she swallowed and released my penis even faster! There was no way around it; with such a wet vagina, no matter how roughly I treated it, my girlfriend just seemed to enjoy it.

I love this driving style. My girlfriend kisses my penis, and I drive with one hand while the other roams her body. We drive like this all the way to Ximending.

When we arrive, I park the car in a multi-story parking garage. My girlfriend naturally just puts on her dress, keeping herself completely naked underneath—that's her usual style.

After getting out of the car, we don't go to the elevator, but to the stairs. We parked on the sixth floor. Because it's high up, most people take the elevator after parking, so the stairwell is almost deserted. I thought this was a perfect spot for taking pictures, so I picked up my camera. My girlfriend, without me saying anything, automatically pulls up her dress to let her "little sister" see the sunlight, or pulls down her dress to expose her chest, posing for me to take pictures.

After taking a few pictures, seeing that there was no one on the stairs, I said to my girlfriend, "Pull up your dress completely so I can take a full-body shot."

My girlfriend looked around and, finding no one else, cooperatively pulled her clothes up completely for me to take pictures. After a few shots, she pretended to take them all off, pulling them above her head – a pose so perfect it could be used as an image without any blurring!

Suddenly, she quickly put her clothes down because we both smelled smoke. Neither of us smokes, so we're quite sensitive to the smell. At the same time, we both turned our faces towards the direction of the smoke.

I walked towards my girlfriend's spot and noticed a pair of eyes staring intently at us on the stairs between the fifth and sixth floors. They quickly moved away when we noticed, and they seemed to be in uniform – probably a building manager sneaking a smoke. They only realized we were looking up when I told my girlfriend to pull her clothes up.

We were supposed to take pictures while walking up the stairs, but now I had to pull my girlfriend towards the elevator. As we left the stairwell, my girlfriend complained again, "How many times do you want people to be exposed before you're done?" This time it was completely unintentional, but thinking about it still felt good. Let her talk; it's not like I'm the one being seen.

Once in the elevator, because there are security cameras, my girlfriend said, "There are cameras, don't do anything reckless!" I smiled but didn't answer. A few people got in the elevator on the next floor, and we naturally moved to the back. I pulled my girlfriend to the corner, standing in front of her; from this angle, the cameras definitely wouldn't catch

anything. I let go of her hand, and my hand naturally fell down, but after a moment, it slipped under her skirt. My girlfriend glared at me, but because there were other people in the elevator, she couldn't say anything. Because her skirt was short, lifting it revealed her vulva, and I rubbed my fingers against her labia. Teasing my girlfriend in front of others was incredibly exciting! As

my fingers gently rubbed, I immediately felt a wet liquid flowing out. My girlfriend tried to suppress any expression on her face, but her lower body clearly showed her reaction. Seeing my girlfriend's expression, my own pants were already bulging with desire, almost bursting open. Just as I was about to insert my fingers, the elevator reached the first floor, so I quickly withdrew my hand. Why so fast? Next time I should choose a higher floor!

This time, unlike before when my girlfriend complained about what I had done to her, she immediately wrapped her arms around my waist and leaned against me, like a couple deeply in love. At that moment, I really wanted to slip my hand under her skirt again, just like in the elevator, but this was Ximending, after all, so I shouldn't go too far. Instead, I said to my girlfriend, "Let's go for a walk!"

(To be continued) [ Last edited by shinyuu1988 on 2010-5-7 14:10 ]

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