1. The Day Time Stood Still


    Date: 8/7/2015, Categories: Voyeur, Author: worthlessgurl, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    A fantasy I shared with someone on here, inspired by watching Japanese time stop movies, hope you enjoy it as much as I did imagining it and writing it! I'm walking down the high street dressed tastefully in a long beige skirt, tightly fitted with a slight slit running down the side, and a tight white vest with a silk shirt unbuttoned and tied around it. My hair is lazily tied up and I have a pair of comfy heels on. I feel sexy and feel like I look great but all the men are checking out girls wearing tiny short skirts, jeans shorts with their cheeks showing, yoga pants that are almost see through and huge diving cleavages and no bras. I feel extremely neglected. In the near distance I see a man walking towards me, I can't make out his face but he seems to be looking down at his mobile phone and not concentrating on where he is going. His eyes spring up for a moment and I feel like ours meet, I have that sensation of shock as someone catches me looking at them and I freeze for a split second. A moment later I can't see, can't catch his eye anywhere but my heart is racing, my body has stiffened up, I'm tottering on my heels. I stop to steady myself and look down to see my silk blouse completely undone, my vest is pulled down to expose my bra and my nipples are hard and pointy as darts. I stop to fix my blouse, and regain my composure, I tuck my bra back in and look around to see if I've caused myself any embarrassment, but everyone seems oblivious to what had happened - I mean ...
    a bit of bra showing and some stiff nipples are nothing on the high street on a Saturday afternoon I tell myself. I collect my composure and carry on walking, a few steps later I feel my blouse fly open again, this time it's falling off my shoulders, my bra is peeking out of my top again and my vest is now up above my belly button and I feel the swoosh of my hair dropping out of its pony tail and crashing onto my shoulders. I stop suddenly this time and try to gather myself. My bag is almost falling out of my hands as I try to grab my vest back into place. I begin to panic a little as my sudden stop brings someone crashing into the back of me. I feel the bump and instantly blurt out “sorry”, as I turn around to apologise properly, I feel a hand skate over the back of my skirt, from one side of my bum cheeks all the way to the other cheek. I see the man with the phone for a split second but he is holding it up to take a pic of me, obscuring his face and then a second later he is gone. I turn back around flustered, I can feel people’s eyes on me and I'm sure I'm causing a commotion. I slip my blouse into my bag and try to walk off into the crowd of shoppers as fast as I can. I slip back into the crowd confused and flustered, wondering if I'd just imagined all this. I try to keep my head down and avoid eye contact, my face blushing, I try to forget what’s racing through my mind. I put my arm across my upper body to rub myself warm as I feel the breeze tickling my skin and making ...
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