Angela and I went to Disneyland last weekend. We took Angela's rag top and, we put the top down. We had a really great time getting there and a good time once we got there too. The traffic was horrible on the 5 all the way from our house in Hollywood to Anaheim. We passed the time by telling dirty stories to one another and listening to old rock and roll music on KLOS (95.5 -- the center of your FM dial). The dirty stories degenerated and I dared Angela to pull her top down and drive topless for five miles. Did I mention that the traffic was bad? It took almost 25 minutes for us to go that distance. There was a bus full of Boy Scouts who got an eyeful. Angela has really nice tits and I am sure that wherever those boys were going, seeing Angela's titties and stiff nipples was the highlight of their trip.
Her tits are small and point up at the ends. Her nipples are a light brown colour and get hard when she gets excited and they grow. They grow really big, about the size of my thumb from the knuckle to the end. She loves to have them sucked and played with and, I love to oblige. Angela's nips are extremely sensitive and even more beautiful than they are sensitive.
After she completed her dare she pulled her top back up and double dared me to pull my shorts down to my ankles, move my panties to the side and rub myself off. I had to keep at it till I came. We had become separated from our Boy Scouts by then, but I still had a potential audience. There were truckers and van drivers who had a clear, unobstructed downward view of me writhing in the passenger seat. The idea of it all, the concept of masturbating for all these people on the freeway made me eager to get started. I have done this before and I love it! Exhibitionism is a fetish of mine, I think.
I loosened my seat-belt, lifted my butt and, undid my shorts, pushing them down to my ankles. I pulled my right leg completely free. Unencumbered by my clothing I put my sneaker clad right foot up on the dashboard and spread my legs. A thong is easy to pull to the side. Almost immediately the trucker in the next lane blew his air horn. I waved to him and put my hand down between my legs, going to work. Oh, it was good. The sun was on my face, the breeze blowing gently through my hair, we still weren't moving very fast, and my fingers knowing just what to do.