It was a plain black one; I seem to have a thing about black bras. Well it actually fitted and with a pair of rolled up underpants in each cup I had a...bust. After a few days of 'happiness' I lost my nerve and junked that bra, also far away from my location.I couldn't understand the ups and downs. The ups of wearing bras and the downs of I am a man why am I wearing female clothes (albeit just a bra). Also I didn't understand why I kept going back and buying more. I slowly realised that wearing. Parking the car, Eric settled down to wait, which he knew would be at least three hours, sometimes a bit longer. He would get a text when they were ready. Looking out the front windshield he saw a woman, or more like a young girl, walking around the parking lot acting like she was lost or looking for something.There were a lot of expensive cars in this parking lot, some unattended, so he decided to observe her and see what she was up to. Not wanting her to know she was being watched Eric. “It’ll never happen again, Sir.” She mumbled, lookingdown at the floor.“You’re goddamn right it won’t!” The blood streamingdown from her ruined nipples actually looked prettysexy and I was getting hard. “Let’s go Cunt. You’ve gotwork to do.”Shannon was waiting for us in the backyard with a big,shit-eating grin on her face. She had staked out arectangle next to the other rose bushes, just like Ihad told her to. Shannon and It. “No, I won’t... and you won’t object. Let me tell you what I know for sure. You want to get it on this train in front of all these people without their knowledge. Fucking in public...that’s your fantasy, isn’t it?” When least expected, opportunity will come for you, won’t it? Six months of writing filthy fictitious stories and years of masturbating to public-sex fantasies came to check the reading on my freak-meter. The responsibleness in me resisted; I was a grown woman. The wetness in me.