I'm G and I finally found time to write a new story about an exhibitionism idea that found me by accident. Now it seems to be something I find myself indulging in at least once a month. I told my husband a story that he thinks is fiction and he really likes the role play idea, so I am thinking of asking him to drive me on my next adventure. I think he will be surprised at my new escapade but I also think he will really like watching me play. Who knows, he may even want me to add more to my next story.
A few months ago I was going to meet my husband at our camper on the river. He had went ahead to get a few things done so we could enjoy the weekend. I threw a couple of bags into the trunk of my car and pulled out of the driveway for just under an hours drive. I was dressed in a low cut top that hugged my entire upper body and a somewhat short skirt that showed most of my thighs. I knew he would notice me and get the hint of what our weekend might be like.
I got onto the local highway that within a few minutes ran into a larger highway that connected two large cities. As I pulled onto the on ramp I realized my phone was in my bag that I had put into the trunk so I pulled to the edge of the road about fifty yards from the three lane highway. There was very little traffic on the road and no one merging so I stepped to the trunk to get my phone. As I reached into my bag a small gust of wind blew my short skirt up revealing my hot pink thong and half of my ass. Immediately I heard a horn from a semi that had obviously saw me and decided to let me know he liked the view. The loud noise startled me a little almost making me drop my phone.
As I got back into my car I decided I would catch up with the truck driver and give him a hand gesture or two since he had startled me. The closer I got to him the more I realized he was just showing appreciation for the view he had encountered.
I then thought I guess he was in a way giving me a compliment on my choice of attire also. As I approached him I could already see he was looking in his mirror and he started rolling down his window. I slowly pulled up beside his cab and by now I had changed my mind about telling him off and I started to slightly pull past him. Then it happened again. I heard the loud sound of his horn as he gave it a blast.
I looked slightly down and noticed my skirt had ridden up my thighs and was lightly showing a hint of pink once again from my thong. Now I started to think he thought I was giving him a show on purpose. He tooted the horn once again and I suddenly had a feeling come over me of arousal. Was the sound of his horn actually making me horny? He accelerated a little and quickly eased up even with me giving me a thumbs up. I realized I hadn't pushed my skirt back down and he had certainly realized it too. I started to pull away but something in my mind liked the attention he was giving me.