The Driving Exhibitionist - Sex Stories

The Driving Exhibitionist

As much as I enjoy the sexual adventure that cross dressing provides me, I think my exhibitionist tendencies take it up a just a bit higher. Contrary to the promises of another meet by Officer Friendly and his wonderfully endowed friend it had been months since they had had their way with me. The lack of attention and the increasing darkness due to the approaching winter had me taking bigger risks on my drive home. Since it was now completely dark when I left work, I didn’t hesitate to strip down to my black thigh highs as soon as I got in my car. Removing my shoes, socks and pants immediately gave me even more of a rush while driving the neighborhood street the mile to the highway. Since I never wore panties anymore I could start stroking myself even while waiting on the traffic lights to change. After merging onto the highway, I would set the cruise control and grab my butt plug bag to start loosening up for the big one. Because I was travelling opposite of the main traffic flow, I would rarely have to slow down which made me even more daring. I started propping my left leg up on the dash leaning it against the door making it clearly visible to anyone that would take the time to look as they passed. While I knew that most of the other drivers never bothered to look over at me when they went by on my left it still gave me a thrill. The problem with a thrill junkie is that you always need to take it up another notch to get that high and I was no exception. As the days ...

... started to get longer it was increasingly brighter out when I left the office for my drive home. This fact alone made it harder to continue my ritual, much less continuing to escalate it to the next level. One thing that I rarely did even when it was completely dark was to drive in the passing lane for any length of time. The reason being that I knew from my own observations of others that it was much easier to see into another vehicle when they are on your left. But of course the itch started to get the better of me and I took to driving in the left lane for several miles at a time. I would even continue to prop my left leg up daring other drivers to look at my stockings as I drove past. About midway along my highway trip was a truck scale that all large trucks had to exit off for weighing and inspections. This meant that there were several tractor trailers along my route and that there was always a bit of a slow-down where they got back on the road. Initially I would always cover-up whenever one passed me because I was sure they could see into my vehicle no matter what side of me they were on. This of course was one more thing that changed as I got more daring. One evening as I was coming upon the truck scales I noticed some brake lights ahead in the right lane, so I moved to the left to avoid the slow-down. As I got closer I realized that there must be an accident ahead because the left lane was slowing as well. Unfortunately this put me in the position of being in the left lane ...