Driving to work

It was a spur of the moment decision yesterday to hoist my skirt up while I drove to work.

For some reason it hadn’t occurred to me before but as the skirt rucked as I got in the car and I saw a suspender poking out it seemed an obvious thing to do. Mind you it made concentrating on driving a little difficult.

For those that don’t know the area I live in, East Anglia is not a throbbing urban mass, but a quiet rural backwater with just a few major towns. Two of the main counties can even boast that they are motorway free.

My drive is about 25 minutes into a largish town and does involve about ten miles of dual carriageway.

As a number of you pointed out lorry drivers might have had a grandstand view of my legs while I overtook them, but I think the angle was wrong if I was close. The thought they might see something was stimulating, but I’ll have to go for a drive, especially I think, to find how best to do it.

Things did get interesting though once I got to the outskirts of town and traffic became stop, start, and there were pedestrians around.

I’ve come a long way in the last month. I was not tempted to pull my skirt down at any stage! In fact, I wriggled it up a little further from the picture you saw so that the suspenders were well clear of the hem.

It’s not often one is happy to sit in traffic jams but I was yesterday. The desire I did decide I needed to control was the one I had to slide my fingers into my knickers. I know deep down it will happen sometime. Soon probably.

As I sat there I watched the pedestrians. So many walked by and didn’t notice, it was so disappointing. Then I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. A cyclist had come through on the inside and stopped level with the rear door. It wasn’t the traffic that had halted him, there was plenty of room for him to continue. That raised my temperature and I felt the moisture creeping into my knickers. I hitched the skirt up as far as I could exposing a small amount of my black panties. My breathing changed. My resolution not to put fingers in my knickers was fast disappearing when the bloody traffic started moving. My car’s manual, so both hands became occupied and with the move, the cyclist and I got separated. Bugger.

It was only a few hundred metres more and I was in the office car park.

I sat there for a few minutes deciding whether to finger myself off or not. I desperately wanted to, but in the end, decided I’d rather stay sublimely horny and take my knickers off at some stage during the workday.

As you’ll know that didn’t happen, but it will. Again. As will displaying myself in the car. Unbuttoned blouses as well as hitched skirts I think.

PS a number of you have suggested I just go to work with no knickers on. It’s an idea, but half the turn-on is the anticipation of doing it. XXX

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