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Susan thought for the umpteenth time that month.  For three weeks now
anytime she was out in public if she saw someone she found attractive she
had an uncontrollable urge to flash them.  It didn't matter what she
showed. It just has to be something she would not normally show in public.
When this first started happening to her she was riding home on the bus. 
Without warning she just had to spread her legs enough to show her panties
to the good looking guy she noticed checking her out.  She could feel
herself go beet red but try as much as she could she could not make herself
close her legs again.  To make matters worse the man's eyes never left
looking at her nether regions.  Finally she reached her bus stop and was
able to stand up and leave.  She lived on a quiet street so she didn't meet
anyone else on her way back to her house.  Her mind went over the incident
again and again but she could not figure out why she had done such a thing.
She went to bed that night and had strangely erotic dreams about displaying
her body.  She woke from a particularly intense image to find her fingers
buried deep inside her soaking pussy.

   The next morning Susan slept through her alarm and had to rush to get
ready for work.  She ran to the bus stop and reached it just in time for
the bus to arrive.  Despite it still being early in the morning the summer
heat was already getting intense.  She sat on down out of breath and
started to fan herself with her own blouse to help cool off.  She heard a
woman gasp.  Only then did she realize she had just unbuttoned her top and
was flapping the blouse open and closed displaying her full bra clad
breasts to everyone looking.  She again started to blush but could not make
herself close up her top.  Susan pulled the stop cord and walked with her
blouse still open to the back door and got off as soon as they opened. 
Thankful she wore comfortable runners until she got to work Susan ran to
two bus stops back to her house.  Her breasts on full display when the wind
from her running pushed her blouse off her shoulders.  She finally made it
back to her house.  Slamming the door closed behind her she decided to call
in sick to work that day.  Once she was alone she was able to properly
close her top again.  She thought about calling her doctor, but she had no
idea what she could tell her.  Susan closed all the curtains in her house
and wouldn't go outside the rest of the day.  The next morning Susan
decided to call in sick again.  She didn't trust herself in public anymore.
She made it until lunch time.  At first it was subtle and she could fight
the urge but slowly the urge to go outside grew stronger and stronger. 
Finally she couldn't fight it any longer and let herself move towards the
door.  Susan was horrified when she realized that she was pulling her
t-shirt up over her head.  She stepped outside into the hot sun, grabbing a
bottle of sun block before she closed the door.  There was a park behind
her house.  Susan found herself walking towards the people she saw there.
There were several women sun bathing in skimpy bikinis the men around them
giving them covert looks.  Susan was mortified to realize that she couldn't
even pretend to be wearing a bikini top herself.  Her bra was a black lacy
thing, semi-transparent.  She was sure anyone that looked could see her
nipples through the material.  She noticed both men and women looking as
she lathered on sun block to protect her exposed skin.  Each time she saw
someone looking her hands twitched towards to clasp holding her bra closed.
This time however she found that she was able to fight the urge to actually
open in.  At first it was easy but each time it got harder and harder to
fight the impulse to expose herself.  Without warning Susan saw another
woman looking at her and her hands in their haste to open her bra actually
ripped the material making it impossible to close it again.  She
desperately wanted to cover her breasts, instead her hands opened her
shorts and moved inside.  She sat down on a bench with her legs spread. 
One of her fingers slid inside her pussy.  She pulled it back out
glistening wet with her juices.  The woman was still watching her when
Susan put her pussy juice covered finger into her mouth and cleaned it off.
After that she was able to do up the fly and button on her shorts and run
back home into her private sanctuary.