It was a beautiful fall afternoon. I was headed back home after being out of town all day long. My drive down the interstate started out innocently enough, but little did I know that before I got off the interstate I would make three men cum.
I have always been a bit of an exhibitionist. I have always wore my shorts a little too short, my jeans a little too tight, my skirts a little too short, and my swimsuits a little too revealing. Many times I do not wear a bra when I go out, and for the last several years have given up my bikini panties for thongs.
My ex-husband frowned upon my choice of clothing when we went out in public. He was always making me change into something more conservative, something less revealing. He hated it when he saw other men looking at me, and always made some kind of negative comment about it. But now I am divorced, and my new lover has no reservations about me going out into public dressed the way I like to dress. As a matter of fact, he has encouraged me to show off my body. He loves to see men looking at me, and flirting with me. He says they are jealous that he is my lover, and he likes that. This has given me a huge boost in my self esteem and my new wardrobe shows my self confidence. Almost all of my clothes now show off my body in some way . I have given away all the longer shorts, the loose pants, and the high neckline shirts.
I am in my late forties, but everyone tells me I look much younger than I am. I am medium height (about 5'6) and still in pretty good shape I think. My 130 pounds are proportioned well over my body. I have fairly long blonde hair, and this day I had pulled it up on top of my head to give me a sexier look. The only part of my body that I was a little self conscious about were my breasts. I wore a 34B bra, and though they were "perky and cute" as my boyfriend called them, I still wanted them to be larger, and I finally made the decision to get breast implants. My "perky and cute" 34B breasts overnight became rather voluptuous full 34D's. My self confidence, and my exhibitionist tendencies soared!
For this day, I had worn a pair of black stretch pants, and a rather sheer white button up blouse. I had dressed my outfit up a bit by wearing some heels with my pants, and a black lacy bustier under my white shirt. Under my clothes I had worn a pair of black thongs, and a black push up bra. I had left the top two buttons of my blouse unbuttoned so that the lacy top of my black bustier showed, and my push up bra was doing a great job on my new breasts, especially anytime I bent over. I had already noticed several men giving me the second, and third looks, and I laughed to myself about how much more attention I got from men since my little "additions". My lover would have loved seeing the men look at me, and I planned on telling him about it later.
Well, getting back to my story. I had gotten onto the interstate heading back home. My bra was tight on my new "girls", and I decided to take it off. I looked in the mirror and there was no one around me, so I unbuttoned my blouse, unsnapped my bra, and pulled it off. It felt good to feel them loose and free in my bustier. I looked down, and felt really good about the way they looked. I still cannot believe they are my breasts sometimes when I look at myself. I left my blouse unbuttoned, but pulled my shirt together in the front so as not to give a show to everyone on the highway.
After a few miles, I noticed a pickup truck coming up on my side to pass me. It had two young men in it, and they were traveling only slightly faster than I was, so they passed me very slowly. I looked over at them as they passed, and I saw the passenger grab his friend, and tell him to slow down. They both immediately looked over at me, and I smiled at them. I looked down, and my shirt had fallen open slightly, and my bustier and cleavage was showing a little, but not too much. I don't know if it was my blonde hair, our eye contact, or just the hint of my breast cleavage that caught his eye so quickly. But either way, I liked it. They were both considerably younger than I was, and it made me feel good that they found me so attractive.
They started flirting with me, and I decided to play along with their little game. I reached up and played with my blonde hair, teasing them. I smiled at them, and made as much eye contact with the passenger as I could safely do while driving down the interstate. I slid my hand slowly down my neck, playing with the blonde curls that fell along the side of my neck. I slowly slid my hand down to my blouse, and then pulled it completely apart revealing my black bustier. I arched my back a bit, and stuck my girls out as much as I could. I could tell they were whistling , and laughing. They started trying to get me to pull over, but I made it clear that I was not interested in that, but only wanted to "play". Amazingly, they accepted my choice and seemed to be content with what we were doing.
It was at about this time that I decided to let my boyfriend in on what was going on. I knew he would get turned on by this, so I hit his cell number on my wireless cell phone and gave him a call. I briefly told him what was going on, and all I heard him so was, "Oh fuck, let me go outside so I can have some privacy. I want to hear every little detail!" He went outside his office, and got into his SUV. For the remainder of my little "game" he listened intently to my play by play description of what was going on on the highway.
Up to this point, the two men beside me had just been flirting, and looking. This was about to change. I played with my hair a little more, then slid my hand down to my left breast, the one closest to the other car. I began to play with it through the material, and massage it in my hand, smiling at him as I played with my breast. Almost as if on command, both of the men beside me reached down and began to rub their cocks through their jeans. The driver glancing over at me as much as possible, but the passenger never took his eyes off of me. I watched him rub his cock and I gave him one of those "I want you to fuck me" looks that all of us girls have. I told my phone lover what they were doing, and between the moans, he said "I am doing the same thing".
