I love these "Road Trip" stories. No wonder that film directors continually return to them; so many opportunities for unforseen character interplay and impro. My own story is a little slutty, girls, hope no one minds.
Feeling stimulated by several weeks of chastity and libidinous thinking, I prepared for a road trip. Conveniently located about halfway through the four hour journey there is a secuded parking place that has a reputation as a "dogging spot." A place where people gather, usually during hours of darkness, to enjoy adult fun of a voyeuristic, exhibitionist and participatory nature. I had not yet visited such a place, but I knew of them and felt drawn by the slutty possibilities.
Giving in to the exquisite temptations, I prepared with great care. First; a long shower, followed by a thorough all over shave, paying special attention to the definition of the tufty little heart shaped mound that I've been cultivating down there. Then; standing naked before my tall mirror and relishing every moment, I indulgently annointed myself with a delightfully fragrant coconut preparation. By now completely in the mood, I layed out my outfit, so lovingly handwashed the night before.
I'de been dressing excusively in girlie undies beneath my boyclothes for a few weeks; enjoying the developing flirty feelings of beauty and grace, and little things like putting my hands inside my jacket to play with the straps of my top and squeeze a nipple. I put on my favourite combination. I've got a delightful, strappy short little top. in deep pink with a tiny heart motif, well tailoured and snug around the breasts, creamy broad lace trim bordering the curvy vee of the neckline. Below an inch or two of tummy, lovely white panties with a dark polka dot, high cut and again with a broad lace trim, black this time. Down again to lacy topped thigh highs. What else.
Standing carefully in front of the mirror, so that I can see myself only from the neck and shoulders down I watch myself twirl in the girliest way that I can. From the chin down I feel made for an outfit like this; slender shapely shoulders, swelling breasts and nipples, clear waiste, curvy hips and long slim legs. Haven't worked out what to do with the face and hair yet. It will have to stay as it is for now.
Practically swooning with scarcely suppressed pleasure, I take one last lingering look in the mirror, and pull on a loose fitting pair of trousers, a zipped jacket and pair of loafers. Comforted by the knowledge that I could quickly shed my outer skin, I set off on my journey.
I wasn't really expecting anything to take place; afterall, the action is said to go on at night, I thought, as I parked up there in the middle of the afternoon. I could see the suitability of the place straight away. Far enough from the road, plenty of room and surrounded by wooded areas. I sat there with birds chattering around me and sunshine streaming in through the windows.
Lasciviously, feeling private, I unzipped the jacket and slipped the trousers down to my knees. Soon I was wriggling in my seat, doing my best to flirt and display my charms as seductively as possible. I tucked mself very carefully to improve the look. Do you think this behaviour displays worrying narcissistic tendencies?
Serves me right, you may say, but imagine how I felt when a big black vehicle arrived at speed. He pulled in close to me only to reverse even closer and be out of the door in a second. I felt exposed and utterly vulnerable. He made straight for my car and walked by close to the passenger side, looking in all the windows as he went before carrying on to clearly pretend to put something in a bin. There was no chance to cover up and he must have seen me. I took the opportunity to look him over as he glanced back towards me; Short and broad, short dark hair and a very thick neck. Dressed in baggy khaki shorts and top. He had one of those bellies that is low slung and sticks right out in front of him.
Not my type at all , I thought, discretely pulling a map across my lap and attempting to draw my jacket together; undeniably masculine though. In an instant he was on the move again, this time passing close by on the drivers side making no attempt to hide his intention to have a good look in. Again he walked on by a little distance to stop on the fringe of the bushes, looking over to check that I could see him in my mirror, he took out his cock and went through the motions of urinating but really waving it about and looking straight at me in the mirror. I didn't really get a good sight of it but it seemed there was something dark and heavy-looking over there.
Perhaps encouraged by the fact that I had not driven away, and appeared to be watching him, he walked directly to my door and brought his face down quite close to the window. Frozen into inactivity I sat there with my frilly lace on view, complete with two heart shaped buttons underneath. I stared at him for a gormless moment untill it dawned upon me that he had a pleasant face, smiling eyes and a good strong mouth. He looked at me and when our eyes met he nodded playfully towards my cleavage.
In a dream I felt myself respond; not moving my gaze from his face I slowly slipped my jacket down and off, showing him both shoulders in turn before turning my breasts towards him whilst caressing them, taking time to pinch and tease each nipple. Realising that I now had his full attention I took hold of the map and moved it a little to the side, letting him glimpse a stocking top. With my eyes I drew his attention to his own bulging crotch, mouthing for him to show it to me. He dropped his shorts in quick time and let it spring out. Not long but very thick and hard.
Putting the map aside I lay back in the seat, spreading myself before him, gyrating and squirming, all the time caressing my entire body. I indicated to him that I wanted to see him wank and watched in awe as he took it in his hand thrusting his hips forward to point it directly at me.
Wandering with my hands towards my panties I willed him on. I rubbed myself through them and teased the lacy edges before slipping them down to reveal my heart. Now I began to rub my clitty, licking my lips and moaning for him, Soon he was past the point of no return and as I pressed my breasts together to push them towards him he let out a groan and spasmned his cum all over the window.
To my surprise he stood back and did himself up, his eyes shifting from me to the cum and back again. To my relief he smiled and came out with a gruff chuckle, making towards his car,still shaking his head he glanced back with a grin before driving off more slowly than he had arrived.
I sat there enjoying my dishevelment for some minutes, glad that he seemed satisfied as he walked away. I felt pleased too; pleased that he had been able to enjoy me so much, to cum for me like that. But just wondering if a better sissy would have got out of the car and sucked that nice thick cock for him.
Eventually I arranged myself somewhat and drove on with a definite little thrill simmering away; leaving the cum on the window, happy that an event had taken place.
I called in on the way back of course; drew a complete blank.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/3dqoqc/cd_road_trip