I put one of my cashmere jumpers on and a shortish black, button-through canvas skirt. I was going to wear tights but in the end went bare legged with knee high flat heeled boots.
On the drive to Ellesmere Port there was a traffic jam and I had a van in the lane on my left for ages as we edged along the road until the traffic cleared. This was good for me as if I caught the driver looking over in to my car once, I caught him 100 times. Although I only had one button undone, because the skirt was relatively short, I was showing a serious amount of leg. I was wearing a pair of red knickers which I am certain he would have seen. The only reason I’d put knickers on was that I was thinking of trying to find a new pair of jeans and don’t like trying trousers on without underwear.
As it happens, I did buy a new pair of jeans and after I’d tried the jeans on, I slipped my knickers off in the changing room and put them in my bag. I stayed in Cheshire Oaks for probably another hour or so and had a coffee sitting in the outside bit of Starbucks. Legs crossed, reading a magazine pretending to be oblivious that I was showing pretty much the entire length of my thigh.
The drive home was less exciting and no van drivers got as long a look at my legs as on the way there. But there’ll always be another chance and I’ll make sure I’m not wearing knickers next time.
Very horny entry. Love it when you tease like that
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