Originally Posted by
daniel_k25
I had to travel to another city the other day for business and decided to drive there wearing something risque. I have always found stockings and short mini-skirts to be very sexy and exciting. So I decided to drive wearing a short, tight, black miniskirt that I have, a pair of black fishnet stockings, a bright red pair of string bikini panties underneath, and a thin, white, women’s t-shirt type top. I have never really driven around dressed like that, and it was in the late afternoon so it was full daylight, so I was kind of nervous, but also very excited. For some reason the idea of being caught, or having other people see me in panties, lingerie, or sexy clothes gets me really excited. I guess I’m just an exhibitionist at heart!
Anyway, within about ten minutes of pulling on the highway I was in the left lane passing a semi and, as I pulled up along side the cab, the truck driver blew his horn at me! My heart jumped into my throat! I was terrified but also unbelievably excited by the thought that this guy up in his truck was looking down into my car at me! With my heart still racing I passed the truck and continued down the road. A few minutes later I was a couple of miles up the road and passing another semi and he blew his horn too! I wasn’t sure if the second driver just saw me on his own or whether the truck I had passed earlier got on his CB and radiod everyone else to let them know about me. The thought that truckers up and down the road might be talking about me gave me a thrill I can’t describe!
The other good reaction I had was a lady driving a big SUV who passed me in the right lane. As she drove past I glanced over at her and she was staring right at me. My car is pretty small and low to the ground so it was very easy for her to see in. When I glanced over she was blatently staring at me and she kept staring at me the whole time she was passing me. I could tell she was looking at what I was wearing because she was looking down low, at my skirt and fishnet stockings, and not looking up at my face. I think she couldn’t believe what she was seeing and simply could not look away.
I later started wondering whether the two truckers who blew their horns at me knew I was a guy. I wouldn’t normally be confused for a girl, but looking down into my car I don’t think they could see my face or head, and from the waist down, with a short skirt, red panties, and fishnet stockings, it would probably not be hard to mistake me for a girl. So I wonder if they knew I was a guy and liked what they saw, or whether they thought I was a girl and would not have blown their horns if they knew I was a guy.