The top three buttons of the dress were unfastened, so I was showing a reasonable amount of cleavage, not that I had too much up top to put on display. I walked into the shop, trembling as I walked across the shop floor to the magazine shelves. Halfway up I looked round to see about eight men stood on the lower stairs and enjoying the sight of my exposed rear. By then I was feeling so randy, I would have given anything to be able to touch myself, just there, with one finger, just to tease it and make myself come, but with cuffs clipped the way they were, I couldn't even stroke myself. After we had been playing for a while we had gathered quite a number of watchers, mainly men on their own, although there were a few females watching me with interest. As soon as I was in the car, with the seat belt fastened, it was clear I was going to have a lot on display. When it arrived, I lay back, relishing the sensations as I came, feeling juices pour from me, and I remember thinking, 'thank God the seats are leather and easy to wipe clean. I could see the car journey home was going to be fun wearing this dress. I would only get two warnings. A few mother and child pairs looking at sweets and chocolates, and around ten men mainly looking at newspapers and magazines, including four youths who were standing right near the part of the shelf I wanted. On the way back to the car, we were passing a side street, when Dave stopped me, then turned to walk down the road. Once we had finished the game, we went back to the car, and Dave took a bag from the boot which contained clothing for us.