Anita
Copyright© 2023 by R.P.A.M.
Chapter 85
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 85 - Anita has had fantasies about public nudity since she was sixteen. She is now twenty-three and finally going to act them out. While doing this, she discovers something about herself that will alter her life.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Coercion Consensual Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Fiction School DomSub Humiliation Spanking Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting Body Modification Public Sex Transformation
We walked towards the counter in the middle of the store, and I noticed that there weren’t too many people around at the moment. A man was browsing a rack of colorful shirts, and in the back of the store, in the sports section, a girl was accompanied by her mother. The girl appeared to be around sixteen years old. They were standing near a rack full of tennis rackets. For now, none of them had noticed me yet.
Walking inside a clothing store while naked felt weird. I can’t really explain it, but seeing all those clothes hanging on racks, or lying on tables, it suddenly felt as if I was even more exposed than before.
I saw a woman sitting behind the counter as we approached. She was sitting in a chair, looking at a magazine. When we got even closer, she looked up and started smiling when she saw me. She laid the magazine away and stood up. “Let me guess! You’re here for some clothes!”
I wanted to joke along, but Brenda was quicker than I and answered, “Yes, I need a basketball outfit.”
The woman looked a little surprised at Brenda and asked, “For you?”
Brenda chuckled and returned the question with, “For who else?”
The woman looked in my direction and said, “Well, I thought it would be for her!”
Brenda looked at me, smiling and said, “Oh! Yeah! You’re right! What was I thinking?”
They both started giggling, and the woman eventually said, “When you called me yesterday to ask permission, I couldn’t wait to see her. You weren’t kidding, she is gorgeous!”
“Isn’t she?!” Brenda said with a hint of fun in her voice, looking at me with a twinkle in her eyes.
“Hi, I’m Louisa,” the woman said, walking around the counter to join us.
We shook hands while I said, “Nice to meet you, I’m Anita.”
I noticed that Louisa’s eyes went up and down my body, and then she asked, “So, you require some sports clothes. Anything special in mind?”
“Well, I was thinking about a top and a skirt, preferably in yellow,” Brenda answered again on my behalf.
“Hmm,” the woman let out while looking at me, especially my breasts. “I think I may have something that would look good on her.” She was about to say something else when she looked behind me. “Yes?”
“Uhm, could I maybe pay first?” a man’s voice responded from behind me.
“Sure,” Louisa responded and then said to us, “You two can already go to the sports section. I will be right there.”
“Okay,” Brenda responded on our behalf. She then took my hand and started to pull me along towards the back of the store. I could hear the man ask Louisa, “Is this something new?”
“Something new?”
“Well, yeah! Girls coming in here naked to buy some clothes?”
“Oh!” Louisa giggled, “Not that I know, but I for sure would love it.”
“Especially if they all look like her, I bet!”
Louisa giggled again and added, “She sure looks very nice.”
I wished I could hear more of their conversation, but we were getting too far away, and I couldn’t understand anymore what they were saying, except that it had to be funny because I did hear them both laugh.
At the sports section, Brenda looked around and then focused on the girl and her mother. I noticed she started smiling, and a mischievous look appeared on her face.
“Hey! Patricia!” Brenda suddenly called out to them.
The girl turned around and was about to say something when she noticed me, “Oh my god!” She held her hands in front of her mouth in surprise while staring at me.
The woman next to the girl turned, and when she also noticed me, her eyes widened significantly. Although I have to confess, she didn’t look shocked, but more excited about seeing me standing there in my birthday suit.
To my surprise, Brenda, who was still holding onto my hand, started to pull me along towards those two gaping at me. I could see that both of them were checking out every inch of my body. Both had started smiling, so I felt confident enough that they wouldn’t start making a fuss about me being naked.
“Hi,” Brenda said when we reached them.
“Hi, Brenda,” Patricia said, still mostly looking at me.
“Looking for a new tennis racket?” Brenda asked Patricia.
“Umm, yes,” Patricia answered, but kept staring at my body. “So, what are you doing here? And who is this?”
“Oh, I’m just here to buy some clothes for my slave,” Brenda answered matter-of-factly.
“Slave!” the woman asked, sounding surprised but intrigued.
Patricia stared at me for a moment and then asked, sounding as if she didn’t believe Brenda, “She is your slave?”
“She is,” Brenda answered with fun in her voice. “Slave! Introduce yourself,” she told me.
“Hello,” I said. “I’m Anita, Brenda’s slave of the day!”
“Well, I was hoping for a little more than a day!” Brenda said jokingly.
I couldn’t help myself and also smiled while saying, “So, you’re pleased with me, Mistress?”
“I sure am,” she responded while letting go of my hand, and then she slapped my naked ass, hard, while saying, “But I don’t appreciate your sassy temperament.”
Because of the slap, I jumped a little forward and was now only a foot away from the woman. She took a step back, but her daughter didn’t move; instead, she turned towards me. I responded to Brenda’s remark by saying, “I’m sorry, Mistress. Won’t happen again!”
Patricia looked me straight in the eyes and asked, “You’re really her slave?”
“Yes, Miss. I am.”
“But ... aren’t you older than her?”
I looked at Brenda, smiled, and answered, “Yes, Miss. I am.”
“Tell them your age,” Brenda ordered.
“I’m twenty-three,” I told them. I noticed my face getting warmer. I didn’t realize I was still capable of blushing in a situation like this.
Patricia looked at Brenda with a combination of astonishment and pride at her friend, “Wow, where did you find her?”
Again, Brenda couldn’t hide the fun in her voice while she answered, “Oh, I found her running around like this in a forest.”
“You did what?” the woman responded with unbelief.
“Well, she also had some chains attached to her body on that day, but I prefer her like this.”
“Chains?” The woman was honestly flabbergasted.
“Oh! I heard about her!” Patricia said enthusiastically, she then looked at me again and added, “One of my friends saw you too last weekend. And she was right, you have very nice tits!”
“Patricia,” the woman responded, gasping, and looked around to see if anyone had heard her.
“Mom! She does! Don’t you think so?”
Her mother looked at my breasts and blushed.
“So! Does she really do anything you tell her?” Patricia wanted to know from Brenda.
“Slave, you can answer this,” Brenda told me.
Patricia looked at me and I answered, “Yes, Miss. I’ll do anything she asks from me, as long as it won’t hurt anyone else, or me.”
Patricia smiled when she heard this and then looked at Brenda, “What are your plans for today?”
“We were going to the park to join the boys on the basketball field.”
“Is she going to play like this?” Patricia asked, enthusiastically.
“Not exactly. That’s why we are here, to buy my slave a little outfit.”
“Oh!” Patricia responded, a little disappointed.
“Why did you ask?” Brenda wanted to know.
Patricia then smiled again and said, “Well, I would love to see her do a thing or two.”
“Patricia!” the woman said in an admonishing tone.
“What?” Patricia responded to her mother’s outburst. “She’s cute! And ... I am somewhat curious about all of this.”
“You are?”
“Yes. I hope that this isn’t a problem, Mum?”
“Well,” the woman responded, looked at me again, and then she smiled and said, “I can’t blame you. I probably would also be curious at your age.”
“Only at my age?”
The woman giggled and said, “Well, also at my age.”
“You should come watch the game,” Brenda butted in, looking at Patricia first, and then at the woman, adding, “Maybe, you also want to come along!”
“Oh! No!” the woman said. “I don’t think that would be a good idea.” She then looked at Patricia and said, “But, if you want to go, it’s fine with me.”
“Are you sure?” Patricia asked.
The woman nodded and said, “Just go have some fun with your friend. And maybe ... tell me all about it this evening.”
“Oh, cool!” Patricia responded enthusiastically, giving me a lovely yet naughty smile.
“But first, we still need to find you a new tennis racket,” the woman told Patricia.
“Oh! Yeah!” Patricia responded, as if she suddenly remembered why they were here.
“Want to walk with us to the park together?” Brenda asked Patricia.
“Can I?”
“Sure.”
“Is that okay, mum?”
“Of course, but first pick out a new racket.”
“Don’t worry,” Brenda told Patricia, “We still need to find some clothes for my slave.”
Patricia’s eyes went up and down my body again, and then she said, “I hope not too covering!”
“Nah! Just enough,” Brenda answered, giggling. Brenda then looked away from us and said, surprised, “Oh! You’re already here!”
“I didn’t want to disturb you,” Louisa responded. “But if you’re ready, we can find her something nice to wear.”
“I’ll join you guys when I’m ready, okay?” Patricia asked.
“That’s fine,” Brenda responded, then turned around and ordered me, “Follow us!”
Brenda started to walk away, and Louisa walked with her. I followed them.
I could hear Patricia’s mother ask, “Where do you know her from?”
“Oh, she’s a friend of Arty. She’s in his class.”
“So, she’s eighteen?”
“Uh-uh!”
“Kids these days,” the mother said, giggling.
“You’re sure...” was the last thing I heard from Patricia. Again, I was too far away from them to listen to the rest of their conversation.
I followed Brenda and Louisa to the sports clothing section. A wide variety of clothes was available for both men and women, ranging from general sporting attire to specialized clothing for specific sports. I noticed we were walking towards the area with the more general clothing.
“Here we are,” Louisa said. “So, what kind of clothes were you thinking about for her?”
“Well,” Brenda said, looking at my body. “I was thinking about a skirt and maybe a top, but one that’s not too big.”
“Maybe, also a mini or even a micro skirt?”
“Hmm, no, a regular skirt would be best, something mid-thigh. I don’t want to distract the boys too much,” she added that last part with a giggle. “And! In yellow, please.”
“Okay, let’s see.”
Louisa then turned around, started walking between the racks, and we followed her. The first thing she found was the yellow skirt. She looked at me, more specifically, my waistline, and then went to a bundle of skirts, checking the tags on them until she said, “Found it! Try this one on,” she told me, handing me the skirt.
“Thank you,” I said while accepting the piece of clothing. I also took a quick look at the tag and noticed that Louisa had a keen eye for sizes, because she was spot on.
And so, I opened the zipper in the back of the skirt, stepped into it, and pulled it up my legs, over my ass, and then zipped it close. It was a perfect fit! Although the skirt was a little shorter than I had expected, instead of coming to mid-thigh, it was only reaching a few inches down my legs, but still, I think it would be fine. The fabric was a blend of cloth and synthetic material, which made it shine slightly when the lights fell on it just right, but also made it stiffer than a normal skirt. So, I think it would stay down most of the time when I’m moving around in it.
“That looks nice,” Brenda complimented Louisa’s choice, “But it’s a little shorter than I would like.”
“Trust me,” Louisa said, “The fabric is tougher than you think, so it should cover her even when she is jumping around. Well, most of the time.” That last part was said with a sly smile on her face.
“Hmm,” Brenda said, scratching her chin. “Let’s test it. Slave, jump up and down for me a few times.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I responded and started jumping up and down. At first, their eyes went down to the skirt, and after a few jumps, their eyes went up my body, and they admired those fun bags on my chest. Well, in the spot I was jumping, I could see myself in the mirror, not too far away from us, and I could see how my breasts were jiggling while I was jumping. To my surprise, it seemed they weren’t moving as much as before. Well, I had checked them out once by doing jumping jacks in front of a mirror, and back then, they flopped around more than they do today. And, I was happy about this; it made my breasts look even more enticing.
“That’s enough,” Brenda said to me. I stopped jumping.
“I just need to ask,” Louisa suddenly said to me. “Do you have implants?”
I smiled at her and said proudly, “Nope, all natural!”
“Really! For their size, they certainly look steadfast while you were jumping! I have seen the same size of breasts flying around in ways you don’t want to know on some women,” she said, giggling, “But yours, they only moved slightly up and down, or to the side. Do you do a lot of chest training exercises?”
“Not especially, no,” I responded. Well, I knew why my breasts had become like this, but again, I couldn’t share this information.
“I hope I’m not too forward, but could I touch them for a minute? Just to check something!”
“Sure,” I told her and stepped forward, presenting her with my breasts.
She just smiled at me, took a breast in each hand, and moved them around on my chest. I noticed she looked a little surprised. She then gave them a gentle squeeze and let go.
“Girl! You’re so fortunate!” she said, sounding impressed, “And your skin! It feels so smooth and soft.” She thought about it for a second and then said, “Even somewhat silky?! Yes, silky would be the closest word to describe your skin. What kind of products do you use for skin care?”
“Nothing special,” I responded, feeling a little bad for lying to her. “Just normal washing gel when I shower.”
“Well, I don’t know what your parents feed you, but it’s doing marvels for your body!”
I let out a little giggle and said, “Thanks for the compliment. And ... I’ll tell my parents they did a good job!”
The woman also giggled and said, “You do that. Well, let’s see if I have something to cover those pretty tits of yours with.”
She then walked towards a rack with shelves against the wall and started looking at some T-shirts lying there. But she quickly shook her head and said, “No, they are too plain for you!”
And so, we moved on to a stand where bikinis were hanging. Louisa was going through a few yellow bikinis, checking the tags, and then she finally said, “Shit! I don’t think I have your size in store. Try this one, this is the biggest I have.”
She handed me the bikini top, and when I checked the tag, I also thought this one would be too small. Nevertheless, I did try it on. As expected, it was way too small for my chest. To emphasize it, I made sure that the bottom part of my nipples wasn’t even covered.
“I don’t think it fits,” I told Louisa and Brenda. And to make my point, I made my breasts jiggle a little by moving my body by pushing off on my toes a few times. I almost giggled when one of my nipples helped me by flipping out from underneath the bikini string at the bottom.
“Nope, that won’t work,” Louisa said, smiling. Even Brenda let out a soft giggle.
So, I removed the bikini top and gave it back to Louisa, who hung it back with the bikini bottom and then walked on to another rack. The rack she was going through for my top surprised me a little, because those items looked like spaghetti-strap crop tops. Not the thing you would expect to be in the sports section of the store.
Eventually, Louisa found a yellow one that she liked. Or, maybe thought would fit me.
“Try this one on,” Louisa said to me.
Before putting it on, I looked at the tag and had a feeling it would be too small again. Nevertheless, I pulled it on and after adjusting it, it covered my breast almost, but I was sure I was showing a little underboob. Also, the fabric between my breasts was being stretched. I have to say, it didn’t feel bad; in fact, I think, because of the tide fit, it would even give my breasts a little support.
“Hmm, a little too small,” Louisa confirmed my assessment of the garment.
“Still, I like it,” Brenda said. “How does it feel?” she asked me.
“To be honest,” I responded. “It feels nice. Maybe a little snug, but I like it.”
“Can you jump up and down again?” Brenda told me.
So, I did. I could feel that the top, while maybe a size too small, or maybe because of it being too small, held my breasts in place. However, I was sure that every time my breasts moved upwards on my chest, more of my underboob was visible. Nevertheless, Brenda said, “I like it. This is the top I want!”
While I stopped jumping, Louisa said, “It sure looked ... interesting.”
“I think the boys will like this too!” Brenda added.
Both of them stared at me for a moment, more specifically, the top I was wearing and how it fitted my breasts.
Eventually, Louisa asked, “So, do you need anything else?”
“Umm, yes,” Brenda answered, looking down at my feet. “She also needs some sneakers. Basketball sneakers. But, I also would like them to be yellow, matching the outfit.”
“I can’t help you with that,” Louisa told us.
“Oh!?” Brenda let out a sigh. I’m sure I also showed my surprise, hearing this.
Louisa let out a chuckle and said, “See, my husband has a shoe store in the mall, so he is doing all the footwear for us. His store is a little further down the hallway. I’m sure he will be able to help you.”
“I see!” Brenda said, smiling. “Well, then we are done here, I guess.”
“Okay,” Louisa responded. “Then, follow me back to the counter.”
And so, we followed her. While we were walking, I noticed how strange the skirt and top felt. I guess, being naked for so long, my body had gotten used to not being covered by anything that it was now reacting to the strange sensation of fabric rubbing against my skin again.
When we walked towards the counter, I noticed that Patricia and her mother were standing at the counter. And when we got closer, I noticed that they had two tennis rackets with them.
“I’m sorry you had to wait,” Louisa apologized.
“No problem,” Patricia’s mother said. She then looked at me and added, “So, that’s how you look with ... some clothes on.”
Patricia scrunched her nose and said, “I liked her better before.”
Patricia’s mother rolled her eyes, but didn’t comment on her daughter’s remark.
“Did you find what you were looking for?” Louisa asked them when she went back behind the counter.
“Yes!” Patricia answered, “I’m going to buy these two.”
“Perfect,” Louisa said, while pulling both rackets to her side of the counter. “Do you maybe also need covers for them?”
“Oh no, I have a tennis bag for them at home,” Patricia explained.
“Okay,” she then scanned the tags hanging on the rackets and said, “That would make it 800 in total.”
“800? Are you sure?” Patricia asked, surprised.
“I made a special price for you,” Louisa said, smiling.
“Oh! Thank you!” Patricia said, returning a smile. “That’s very kind of you!”
“Well, we do need to sponsor our regional top player, don’t we?” Louisa responded.
“You’re way too kind,” Patricia’s mother said, handing over her bank card.
“No, problem,” Louisa responded. “By the way, if you ever are looking for an extra sponsor, I’m maybe interested.”
“You are?” Patricia’s mother asked, surprised.
“Yes, we sponsor a few local young athletes, but no tennis players yet. So, we for sure would be interested if you are.”
“Let me give you my business card. Maybe we can get together to make a deal,” Patricia’s mother responded. “We just recently lost a sponsor, so we are looking for a new one.”
Louisa accepted the card and said, “We will be in contact with you soon. I just need to talk with my husband about this, but I’m sure he would also be interested in it.”
“We will be waiting for your call,” Patricia’s mother responded, sounding very enthusiastic about it.
“I’ll give you a call first thing on Monday! My name is Louisa Kent, by the way.”
“Monica Dwight, nice to meet you,” Monica said. “And this is Patricia.”
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