Debuting my new pants with a display of my buttcrack at the market

I'd like to share a recent story about exposing my butt crack. Last week I bought a pair of ultra-low-rise jeans online, perfect for my anal slit fetish. When they arrived, I was surprised by the size of the waistband. The waistband was little more than a strip of fabric, made to sit dangerously low on my hips. When I put them on, the jeans covered less than 70% of my butt. The upper part of my vagina was also visible. Last week, I mustered up the courage and decided to wear the jeans to the market. I decided not to wear underwear. To increase my excitement, I decided to insert an anal plug. To avoid being too vulgar and causing serious problems, I put on a jacket that covered the exposed part of my butt. From the front, I looked almost normal, just a woman in fashionable low-rise jeans. But from behind, the hem of the jacket hung precariously, and if anyone looked closely, they would see the bare curve of my butt. Upon arriving at the market, I grabbed a cart, my pulse racing as I passed through the automatic doors. Each step sent a small shock through my body. I tried to act naturally, picking up items from the shelves, but my mind was completely focused on the hidden exposure beneath my jacket. Then I needed something on the bottom shelf. I bent my knees and squatted, reaching for a can of tomatoes. The moment I bent down, my jacket rode up and the cold market air hit my exposed anus. The cleft between my buttocks was completely open to the air, my most intimate part exposed. People passed by in the aisle behind me. I could hear their footsteps, the clatter of shopping carts, their casual conversations. They were inches away, and yet they had no idea. The jacket blocked the direct view of anyone passing by, and the low hum of the store made my secret invisible. But I knew. I felt the breeze on my bare skin, the thrill of being so dangerously close to being discovered. I remained crouched longer than necessary, pretending to read the labels while my body trembled with excitement. Each person who passed increased the tension, the awareness that, at any moment, someone could look down and see everything. When I stood up, I was completely aroused. I paid for my purchases with trembling hands, feeling the cashier's eyes on me, wondering if she could sense my secret. But she just smiled, handed me the receipt, and I left the market with my body still vibrating with the electrifying thrill of the exposure.