Sherrie could admit that shouldn't have been speeding. It was dangerous and she knew better than to not follow the rules, rules were usually something she was a stickler for. But after the day she was having, she needed some sympathy.
Sherrie had a whole night planned out for her and her boyfriend. It had been months since they had sex that could pass for any sort of fulfilling, so she decided to do something different. But of course, he had canceled on her. Again. So now she had to drive back to her apartment at 10 PM, horny as all get out, and lonelier than ever. Which wasn't so bad until you considered what she was wearing.
To "Spice Things Up", she had made a trip to the local sex store and was dressed in her new purchase. A lacy pushup bra was the only thing between her C-cup breasts and the chilly Autumn air. A garter belt was strapped around her waist, holding up a sexy set of black tights.
But she wasn't clad only in underwear, she was wearing a short black skirt if you could even call it that. The strip of fabric was closer to a headband than an actual outfit. Underneath was a skimpy black thong but that wasn't the most scandalous addition to her outfit.
Her plan for the night was to show up outside his house dressed in just her lingerie, and when he pulled down her underwear there it would be. An adorable butt plug between Sherrie's ass cheeks.
The thing about Sherrie is that even without the slutty getup, she was already pretty hot. Curly black hair fell around her face perfectly framing the spray of black freckles on her brown skin.
She was 23, so her boobs weren't sagging and they were accented by sizable brown nipples. Sherrie used to hate that about herself, she could never go braless in light-colored shirts, or else she'd get disgusted stares from women and leers from creepy old men. Her tummy was fairly flat, although not quite muscular. Sherrie had pretty long legs too, but the thing at the top of them was what made her so popular throughout college.
Her ass was round and sweet like an apple, the kind of butt you were just dying to sink your teeth in. It was known to sway effortlessly no matter how she walked. And playing volleyball was a hassle for her, as her ass always ate the shorts right up, leaving a sweep of cheeks to be seen by anyone who looked her way.
And many were trying to look her way right now, in her planning for a perfect date she had forgotten any other clothes than the underthings she had on. Meaning at every red light she just had to cross her fingers that no one would look inside her car.
"Why didn't I get tinted windows?" She chided herself and chewed on a nail. Sherrie reasoned that no children would see her since it was so late. But that wasn't enough to calm her nerves, she pulled up to the next light and suddenly heard yelling. There was no mistaking, someone must've looked over.
Painstakingly she turned to face the sound and saw a truck full of men, probably in their mid twenties, older and younger than her. She felt herself turn red, it was dark outside but there were still so many lights around she felt as though she was on display.
The men in the truck were hollering and smiling like they were at a concert. Their eyes practically glazed over as they took in all they could see of Sherrie's body. Not much, but even the tops of her breasts were enough to rear them up.
One of them motioned for her to roll down the window and surprisingly, she did. It's not like they could say anything that would hurt worse than her boyfriend's actions.
"H-hi." She said, smiling meekly.
"Hey baby girl, can I call you that?" The man in the passenger seat had rolled down his window and was smiling at her brazenly.
Sherrie pouted slightly, something her lips were perfect for, a dark pink shade like the inside of a rose, so very soft and supple. "Well my name is She-," She cut herself. Even at 23 stranger danger lessons from childhood still rang in her ears. "I'm Sher," She said.
"Well Sher, I'm Maverick," He said, dipping his trucker's hat at her. "If you don't mind me asking... where are your clothes?". His friends howled with laughter in the backseats.
Sherrie furrowed her brows, she had just about had it with men today. "Well I tried to surprise my boyfriend with something sexy, but he said he didn't want me. So now I'm driving myself home, but of course, I get stopped and teased by you assholes!" She shouted, silencing the men inside the vehicle, the angelic curls around her face shaking with her intensity.
"Woah, naked chick's kinda angry..." One of the men, Ezra, in the back said, eyes wide.
"It's a little hot." One of his friends, Drew, commented. Sherrie dipped her head under shame's weight.
Maverick tilted his hat up, "Your boyfriend must be an absolute idiot, because if I had a girl like you, I don't think I could say no if I tried.".
He looked her over and Sherrie understood why hot people were called "cool drinks of water" because Mav looked at her like she was the only thing that could quench him.
"You really think so?" She asked, despite herself. Why did the opinion of an absolute stranger even matter to her? Even if he was a very handsome stranger, even from feet away she could see he had long lashes, full lips, and a sexy five o'clock shadow.
Sherrie was a sucker for facial hair, her boyfriend thought it looked too messy. "Trashy" He called it. But tonight trashy looked really fucking good.
"I mean," Maverick smiled a bit. "I can't see all of you, maybe if I got a better look at the rest of you I'd know."
Sherrie gasped and covered herself up before giggling a bit. Maverick and the men laughed as well. "But we're in public." She reasoned although she could feel herself getting drunk off of the positive attention. Different from the cold treatment she'd received the past few months.
"Who's gonna see you, Sher?" He asked, which was fair. The streets were practically empty and with all their talking they had missed the last green light. There were a few passing cars though, none of them slow enough to catch a glimpse of her.
"I don't know," She said, still needing to come across as coy. In reality, a part of Sherrie wanted to show off to these guys. She knew she was gorgeous, but it had been forever since her boyfriend had said anything nice about her.
Despite her better judgment, she had a familiar feeling growing in her stomach. No. She wasn't... turned on by the attention was she?
"Oh please Sherrie, I just know I'd like what I'd see," Maverick said, the begging should've been a turn-off, but that smile of his made it charming.
"O-okay," She called out, putting her car in the parking and undoing her seatbelt. Her hands shakily opened up the car door. She stuck out a single long leg and the men seemed hypnotized to see the rest of it. So she complied, she stood outside of her car completely and smiled bashfully.
"What do you think?" She asked, her hands nervously flitting up and down her smooth skin, not quite sure where to rest. The response was a chorus of praises.
"I have GOT to get my hands on those titties."
"Fuck that skirt is so damn tight," Ezra whispered
"Turn around for us baby I'm begging." Drew crowed.
Sherrie smiled, eye wide. "You- you wanna see my ass?"
Maverick smirked, "Well from the way you've been rubbing those thighs together I have a feeling you want us to see it too."
Sherrie would've been pissed, but what could she say? She could feel a familiar tingle growing, her underwear was growing even tighter and her nipples were beginning to harden as well. It was a fact, she was getting turned on.
She turned slowly and faced her car, playing it up a little bit, she shook her ass cheeks until they made the skirt rise til it was bunched at her waist.
Sherrie smiled at the resulting cheers, her heart humming birding in her chest. The cool air made goosebumps dance on the supple skin of her butt.
"Like what you see?" She asked a level of confidence she hadn't felt in some time washing over her.
"Make that thing move baby!" Someone shouted and Sherrie obeyed. She bent her knees and started twerking, something she hadn't done since college, much less on the side of the road for a bunch of strangers in her underwear.
