Shoplifting
by brynhild84 ©

Natasha and I were walking down Moenckberg strasse window shopping. I kept 
one eye on Natasha as she walked. Well...more her legs; her short white 
skirt flounced and bounced, as she walked. The tops of her tanned thighs 
burst into view for a tantalizing few seconds before being covered up 
again by the fall of the soft material.

The tan that she had been working on all summer had made her skin a light 
golden brown, it almost didn't look natural. 

Her tight pink top didn't help to divert my attention either; I had just 
the right view to look down her top, the straps and tops of her cups poked 
out of the top of her shirt, as they pushed her golden boobs against her 
chest making lots of cleavage. She had died her shoulder length hair 
fluorescent green, in celebration of summer, I kept hoping that it would 
glow in the dark, but that never happened. Combined with her green eyes 
she looked even more pixyish than usual.

At H&Mã Natasha decided to go in and see what they had. As we browsed 
around looking at all the different clothing items, we gradually made our 
way to the lingerie section, the center piece of this section was a 
display of silk knickers and bras with the Hamburg shield in the middle. 
Natasha was very excited to see these, as we had been looking for 
something unique to take back to the States with us. So she found a panty 
and bra set in her size and took them into the changing booth.

When she came back out, she just had the bra with her. "I'll just go with 
this," she said with a wink, as we walked over to the cash register to 
pay. As we went over I noticed Natasha walking a little weird; she was 
pressing her thighs tightly together, I asked if she was alright, she 
replied that she was fine.

After we made our purchase, we went back outside to find nighttime had 
grown while we were inside. So we made our way back down the main shopping 
section back to the train station. 

As the train started up back towards home, her arms rise above her head 
then fall back down to her sides in an enormous yawn. Sliding down the 
seat of the chair, she leans her head back, resting against the head of 
the chair, as her dainty, green painted hands, smooth out her short skirt 
and front.

"Hmmm, that's better," she purrs, licking her lips. Smiling like a 
Cheshire cat, her had creeps slowly down to the bottom of her skirt and 
starts pulling it up. 

Suddenly her eyes see something behind me. She jumps in her seat and pulls 
her skirt back down, glowing bright red as a pretty conductor asks us for 
our tickets, a little flushed, we showed her our University IDs which act 
as trains passes.

After she leaves, Natasha starts giggling uncontrollably for a minute, 
"that was close!" she gushes. Taking a deep breath, she tells me to keep a 
look out for anyone coming up behind her. Again she slowly raises up her 
skirt, to show me her naked pussy. 

My heart jumps at this, "Since when did you stop wearing underwear?" I 
teased. 

She just sticks her tongue out at me in reply. She reaches between her 
pussy lips and pulls out the silk pair of knickers from the store, a soft 
moan escapes her lips as she does!

Grinning she slips the knickers all the way out, and puts them in my hand. 
They're soaked with her juices, I bring them up to my nose, they're over 
flowing with her scent.

"OK, now its you're turn, "Natasha said with a Cheshire Cat grin.

"Huh?" 

"I want you to masturbate, right here, while I watch!" she said, leaning 
in, so no one could possibly hear. With that she leaned back in her seat, 
watching me expectantly.

My heart started beating even faster, I thought I was going to have a 
heart attack, I looked around and told her to keep a look out for me, she 
nodded eagerly. I slid forward in my seat and unbuttoned my jeans, sliding 
the zipper down slowly. Wiggling a little bit I opened my fly wide enough 
that I could pull my underwear down and take out my cock. I heard her gasp 
as I did, I looked up to see her staring greedily at my cock, as it jumps 
in time with, my now racing, heart beat, licking her lips in anticipation.

Slowly, very slowly, I began to slide my hand up and down, feeling it 
growing with each beat of my heart. I was already semi hard from watching 
Natasha's little display, not I was swelling up to my full 5 inches. I 
kept looking around to see if anyone had noticed, but the nearest person 
was two seats down, and in the same isle as us. I jerk forward, hard, as 
the first wave a pleasure came over me. I knew it wouldn't take long to 
come, it was my first time in a public area, with people around.

The pleasure was getting to be too much, I was bucking my hips, slightly, 
trying to hold off the inevitable. Suddenly, I gasped, heart doing Olympic 
level gymnastics; The stewardess was coming!

I nearly had a heart attack, I pulled my jeans back up, but my fingers 
were shaking so much I couldn't do the zipper up, Natasha kept telling me 
to hurry up. 

It was no good, the stewardess was at the couple just before us. Natasha 
leapt off her seat and sat down on my lap. Her pussy lips were wet, and 
were nestled right over my swollen cock. She wiggled on top of me, easing 
my cock into her with her hands and smoothed her skirt out over her legs, 
and crossing them, so no one could see anything.

We both followed the stewardess with our eyes as she passed. We had 
already shown her our passes so she wouldn't check again. She simply 
smiled at us, lingering a little longer than necessary, I thought, then we 
were all along again.

As she passed us, and went into the next section, all the tension and 
anxiety gushed out of my body, and I slumped back into my seat. "That was 
close."

"I know, exiting wasn't it?' Natasha gushed, wiggling her tight little 
butt into my cock, "well, now that I'm hear, I might as well enjoy it," 
she cooed, looking at me over her shoulder, her green eyes filled with 
excitement.

"Be careful, we don't want you getting pregnant," I warned, patting her 
tummy.

She just grinned back and blew me a kiss as she turned around and began, 
clenching and unclenching her vaginal muscles, moving her hips up and down 
slightly in beat with her Kegals. I pumped up and down as best I could, 
matching her rhythm. Soon I was coming, and had to bite her neck gently to 
keep from moaning. By that time, our stop had come up. Natasha stood up, 
let her skirt stay ridden up as she turned around to help me, zip up. As I 
stood up, we kissed for a minute before getting off the Train and over to 
where the buses were. 

"I can't wait to see what you do with those knickers when we get back," I 
whispered to her, squeezing her ass.

As I said those words, she stopped dead in her tracks, she turned to face 
me, her eyes wide in shock, "Oh no! My knickers, we forgot them on the 
train!"