I’m walking around the supermarket in a shiny down jacket with bare tits [Flashing]

The fluorescent lights of the supermarket buzz overhead, casting a cold glow on the aisles packed with mundane goods. I’m strolling down the canned vegetables, my down jacket zipped up, but there’s no warmth hiding underneath. My tits are bare, nipples hard and rubbing against the slick fabric with every step. The jacket’s hood is up, casting a shadow over my face, but the thrill of being almost anonymous heightens every sensation. I can feel the eyes of some lucky shoppers, their glances lingering on the swell of my breasts, the hint of cleavage peeking through. A man in a backpack, maybe a student, maybe a pervert, pauses at the end of the aisle, his mouth agape as I saunter past, the jacket flaring open briefly, giving him a flash of pink areola. I can see his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard, adjustment in his pants telling me he’s fucking rock hard.

I turn the corner, the camera of some sneaky bastard following my every move, and I know it’s capturing the raw, filthy scene. I lean over to grab a can of corn, my jacket gaping open fully this time, tits spilling out, nipples dragging against the cool metal shelf. I can hear the sharp intake of breath from another shopper, the rustle of plastic as someone drops their basket. My pussy is wet, the ache between my legs growing with each stolen glance, each whispered comment. I straighten up, tucking the can of corn under one arm, and let my hand drift down to my crotch, rubbing myself through my jeans. The supermarket is silent except for the hum of the refrigerators and the distant beep of the checkout scanners. But in this moment, it’s just me, my bare tits, and the filthy fantasy playing out in the aisles.