1. The Day Time Stood Still


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

    goose pimples stand up off me. As I do so I feel my even stiffer nipples poking me through my vest which paints my face yet a deeper shade of red. I look down and see that I am now completely braless, the shape of my breasts completely traceable through my thin, tight, white top, and my swollen pink nipples cutting an obvious contrast through my top. I grind to halt again, frozen by panic and shame, clutching at my boobs I look around for my bra, where the hell is it? I see the man again, standing inside a shop window dangling my bra in front of his face. Before I can scream or point, he is gone and the crowd is swirling past me again. I look into my bag for my blouse, as I reach for it in a flash it vanishes, then my tampons are rolling out onto the street even though I haven't reached for them. I bend down and grab them before they roll away. As I'm bent over I can feel my cleavage showing and the heat return to my face as my cheeks light up red. A moment later my vest strap is slipping down my arm exposing my rock hard nipples. I angrily pull it back up and haul myself upright. I vow to get out of the packed high street as fast as I can. Away from whatever, whoever is doing this to me. As I plot an escape route to run, I take the first steps and begin to jog, feeling my body change with each step. By the time I'm running my blouse is back around my shoulders, albeit tied poorly, my hair is back in a scruffier pony tail and I look down and see my bra back in place under my ...
    vest with the tops of it still peeking out. I am not sure that I am losing my mind or experiencing some sort of nervous breakdown. I'm relieved that I'm no longer embarrassing myself. I begin walking confidently back into the crowd until I catch a glimpse of the man again, a glint of a smile on his face, he is holding something in his hands that I can't make out. This time he doesn't disappear, he walks off into the crowd, so I hurriedly follow him. I gain on him with each step, almost running in my heels, I shout out hey, he stops and turns round and holds up the item like a sling shot as if he is going to fire it at me. It is a pair of lacy sheer panties, a lovely little embroidered thong, I'm shocked that he would be holding this on a high street and waving them about until it dawns on me....those are my panties....the panties I'm wearing right now...am I wearing them right now? In the split second I pointlessly looked down to my groin to see if I still had my panties, he was gone. I vow to get out of there, off the high street, away from this crazy man. I dart off into a quiet side street and find an alleyway. I throw my bag down and frantically hitch my skirt up to see if I'm pantieless...to my utter shock they are exactly where they should be, but not quite straight and covering my little landing strip of hair and crammed very tightly up my backside. As I gasp and wonder what is happening to my mind, I hear slow clapping. The Man is taking a pic of me, my skirt up above ...
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