Sometimes, I fantasize about dogging. I imagine driving alone to a place known for dogging. I’d sit there safely in my car for a few minutes, just watching to see if anyone was actually around. Then, when it looked like no one else was there, I’d lift my skirt to reveal my panties.
It’d be thrilling, showing my panties in public. I’d feel exposed, even though no one can really see me. I’d force myself to stay like that for a few minutes. My pussy would grow warm with the realization that anybody could walk up at any moment and see my little panties.
Then I’d imagine someone, an unfamiliar man, knocking on my window. I’d be shocked by his sudden presence and I’d stare up at him, stunned. My face would turn bright red and I’d quickly pull my skirt down.
He’d shake his head and motion for me to roll down my window.
I’d comply. I’d roll down my window and start to apologize, but he’d cut me off.
“Take off your panties,” he’d say, firmly.
My pussy would instantly warm. But I would hesitate. Did I just hear this man correctly? I’d stare up at him blankly, unsure and nervous.