Chapter 5: Mandy’s Pantyless Adventure

Miranda Grossman wanted to try a full commando style. About ten days earlier she had walked around her neighborhood with just her garter and straps on under her skirt, and those were holding up her nylon stockings. However, she had no panties on above those garments. She had found the sensations to be delightful, and she had masturbated three times when she had come home. But the garter had been ample although it was open at the bottom, and it covered much of her pubic area. Now she wanted to know what it would feel like to have nothing at all under her skirt.

Mandy tried it one weekday afternoon near the end of September. Her outer clothes were rather modest. She had a short-sleeved blouse and a cotton skirt that came down just above her knees. She had to do some walking, so she had sneakers and white ankle socks. But under her skirt, she was totally naked.

Before leaving her apartment, she looked at herself in her full-length mirror. She was a tall, well-built young woman with short dark-blonde hair. She lifted her skirt and examined her body. Well, Mandy, your behind and your crotch are going to be completely bare this time. I expect the results are going to be even more dramatic than before.

She went down in the elevator of her building and emerged on Sedgwick Avenue. She was going to follow a similar route as last time, and walk down the hill about a half-mile to Broadway, a busy shopping street.

As soon as she was on the sidewalk, she noticed a similar effect as before, but it was indeed more intense. It was a warm and sunny day, and the summery air rose off the streets. Mandy could feel it on her crotch, hips, and buttocks. There’s nothing at all between me and the pavement. As she turned the corner into Fort Independence Street, she was feeling the first tingles in her cunt.

It was also exciting to know that passerby would see her as a nice, unassuming girl, not brazen in any way, and not know that she was nude under her skirt. As she walked along briskly, she was more aware of her legs moving than usual. I look like a good girl at first glance, but in reality, I feel like a wanton slut this way. I’m not wearing a halter top and shorts like those hot-weather bad girls, but I feel so naughty anyway.

By the time she reached Bailey Avenue at the bottom of the hill, she was aware of her sexual arousal. That expression, my panties are getting damp – well, it’s my entire pussy getting damp right now.

She had fantasies of flashing herself at men, even though she didn’t have the nerve to attempt such a thing. But the thoughts were powerful anyway. I should just walk past the open doors of that firehouse and give them a glimpse of what I’ve got. It would be a lot of fun to be a complete tease about it. Hey guys, you’re always rescuing people; rescue me from myself.

She decided to take the 230th Street bridge over the expressway. In a couple of minutes, she arrived on Broadway under the el train and she walked north. There were more pedestrians there and she was even more aware of the contrast between her appearance and her intense inner feelings. This is better than last time, but it’s almost too good; it’s becoming a distraction. It was as if the mere act of walking was going to give her an orgasm and rather soon.

Mandy thought about her boyfriend Paul, and she knew she could be instantly penetrated by him; there would be no need for foreplay. She had to stop for a few moments to gain control of herself. She could feel herself sweating all over her body. But the wettest part of her was now her pussy. She felt the fluids starting to come out and she worried about dripping on the sidewalk.

I’ve got to get a grip on myself. She decided to go into a large drugstore and buy a soda. The air-conditioned air in there helped calm her down. Yet she couldn’t meet the eyes of the young clerk who gave her change. She had the urge to say, hey, I’m not wearing underpants under my skirt. What do you think of that? Then she would quickly walk out. But no, that would be unfair to him. She remembered Paul saying that a woman doing that would be committing a real provocation.

Outside, she stood for a few minutes and tried to deal with the situation. But when she started to walk again, that remorseless urge was soon back in her cunt. She could feel the cloth of her skirt rubbing of her behind and she knew her nipples had stiffened inside her bra.

I want to – no, I need to masturbate, like right now. She needed a place to sit down, just to relax, and she took a dogleg back to Bailey Avenue along 231st Street. Briefly she noted that the small Dale Theater was showing Full Circle. I couldn’t masturbate in there; it’s such a little place. She remembered the huge Paradise Theater on the Grand Concourse, but she could be home much faster than she could get to that place.

About a block up on Bailey there was a small park with benches, and Mandy sat on one of those. In a couple of minutes, she felt more relaxed, but the level of horniness she had reached wasn’t going to go away quickly. She pressed her thighs together, which felt very nice, but she didn’t think she could come that way. Besides, I don’t want to climax sitting here on a bench in the middle of the day. For one thing, I want to do some loud moaning.

Another fantasy came to her. I’m such a bad girl. I should flash my pussy at some man and have him give me a good spanking, right over his lap on this bench. Maybe a police car would pass, and she could get one of them to do it. We’re not going to take you in for public lewdness (or would they just give me a ticket?), but we are going to make sure you never do it again.

Oh, the shame of it, the humiliation, of being right here in the open getting my behind soundly whacked. But that was the whole point of it, the fact that made it so intriguing to her.

I’ve got to get home already; I’ll take the bus. I should have brought a pair of panties along in my purse; well, there is always next time.

Back on 231st in front of the Dale Theater, she caught the Bx1 bus up the hill. In about ten minutes it would drop her off near her building in Kingsbridge Heights. New York buses back then had seats lining the sides, all facing inwards. It wasn’t that crowded, and she found a seat more than halfway towards the back.

She didn’t know whether to cross her legs or just sit with her knees pressed together. The latter seemed best. Now that she wasn’t walking, the physical sensations were less intense but there still was that underlying horniness.

As she exited the bus, she had an urge to flip her skirt up and shake her bare bottom at everybody. Bye, guys, have a good trip. By the way, don’t I have a nice backside? It’s not the smallest one in the world, but I think it’s really beautiful.

She was struck by her own need to exhibit herself, something that she had only experienced once before during her previous experiment with the garter. Wow, all of this merely because I lack underpants? It was very heady stuff.

Her roommate Vivian wasn’t home, so Mandy sat down on the sofa in the living room. There was no point in wasting time, so she pulled her skirt up around her hips, and put a hand between her legs. It only took a couple of minutes of flicking her clitoris, and she had an intense climax. It was so strong that she leaned forward and yelled out in pleasure. Then she fell back against the cushion.

That was not going to be nearly enough, so she went into her room and within a few minutes she was working on herself as she sat at the head of her bed. She considered getting her dildo, which was merely a smooth plastic tube but it had a satisfying thickness. It was easily available in the drawer of her side table, but she decided to just use her hands. The fingers of her left hand went into her vagina, while the fingers of the other rubbed and circled her clitoris.