A shopping trip (part 1/4) (Patreon)

So some time ago I was dating this guy, a few years older than me, who was very much into buying stuff for me - not in a findom way but in a sugardaddy way. It was a normal dating and hookup situation and it in no way felt transactional in that way but we both enjoyed playing with the dynamic of him paying for stuff here and there and me "repaying" him with sexual favors etc, sending him nudes when he bought me steam games, that kind of thing. He also loved calling me his hooker and acting like he bought me as his property and I got turned on by that as well, even tho we both knew it was just a fantasy and I didnt actually owe him anything (Maybe more on that another time).

So anyways, one day after a week where we didnt see each other irl, he asked me if I wanted to go on a shopping trip with him in the local downtown area. He would to pay for everything and wanted to get me some new outfits and lingerie. All I would have to do is to be "a good girl" and to do as he said the whole day. Of course I agreed, excited to see what he would have in store for me (pun intended) and was looking forward to that date.

When that day arrived I had to wait a bit for him because he was stuck in a train running late (core german experience) and I sat down in a café, continuing to text him. I sent him a selfie of my outfit, trying to tease him a bit. I was wearing a short (but not mini) flowy black skirt, big belt, and a semi cropped top that had its neck cut wider so that it showed my shoulders and brastrap. I was also wearing a black ringchoker that he always made me wear on our dates, making me look like his property (and garnering judgemental looks from bommers from time to time). He texted me that he loved the outfit. Then he said "that's cute but if you wanna be a good girl and get spoiled today, you'll take off your panties right now and not wear any for the rest of the day". My heart was beating at the thought of that suggestion and the risk that would come with it.

"Are you sure? What if someone sees it?" I responded, not even sure myself if I wanted to push back on his idea. As I expected he just said: "Do as you're told. I'm sure a smart little girl like you can figure out how to hide it. Besides, it's not my problem if anyone sees you as the cheap slut you are!"

I was breathing heavily and felt how I got wet at the thought of submitting to him. I stood up from my matcha latte and went to the bathroom, removing my panties and putting them in my handback. They were already soaked from my horny thoughts. I returned to my table, with short steps, trying to keep my thighs pressed together when possible. I couldn't help but looking around all paranoid, wondering if anyone saw something or had noticed what a naughty girl I was being right there in the public café. But noone had even looked at me, I was pretty sure. I relaxed a little bit and texted him: "Done!". A minute later he replied: "Prove it or I won't believe it."

My heart began racing again. I hesitated a few seconds, looking at every corner of the café and then with a shaking hand held my phone below the table, lifting my skirt a little bit with my other hand and taking a photo. In that moment I shuddered and my whole body felt hot when I realized I hadn't turned the flash off from when i had taken pics before.

I immediately dropped my skirt and pressed my legs together, trying to look as normal as possible but in my periphery I could see that an older man at another table had looked up from his magazine and was eyeing me with a curious look. I tried to ignore him, scrolling around on my phone. Had he seen my pussy? No, he must have had just noticed the flashing light and then looked up after... right? I couldnt be 100% sure but either way I loved the adrenalie rushing through my body.

I sent the pic to the guy I was dating, my wet pussy basically glistening, reflecting the camera flash. He called me a very good girl and after I told him that I almost got caught he laughed and texted: "I knew you would enjoy being such a little slut in public, don't you?" And he was absolutely right. I finished my matcha, trying not to change my pose too much and 10 minutes later he finally arrived, ready to take me shopping...

(To be continued)