Like many of my friends, I love being looked at, and when I go out in town, dressed rather preppy, I love detailing the passers-by, meeting their gazes without lowering my eyes, and above all feeling that they look, wondering what part of mystery covers my feminine appearance... This propensity for exhibition, I also cultivate it in lots of public places where I offer myself - sometimes in a very provocative way - to the gaze of men met.But there is a “game” that gives me fantastic sensations, and which consists of showing off my car (whether stationary or driving) for other motorists.I first dress in particularly exciting sexy underwear: corset with black satin garter belt, lace stockings of the same color, black veil mini-panties edged with light pink lace... No skirt or blouse , just a panther silk scarf tied around my neck, then I put on a fur coat if it's winter, or a black skai raincoat if it's summer. My gloves, my bag, and I go to the garage to get my car.Engaged on the Parisian ring road, I manage to put myself at the height of a heavy weight which circulates on the right lane. I part my fur, release my transparent sunroof and turn on my ceiling light while driving at his height. I catch his gaze, his gestures to attract my attention, then his flashing of headlights when I accelerate to overtake him...and join another heavyweight that I slowly skirt, my body and my black silk underwear exposed to his gaze. ... I do this merry-go-round for more than an hour, getting excited every time the headlights flash or the horn sounds greet my exhibition. An incredible excitement, the pleasure of discovering the looks of these unknown men. I imagine their confusion, their desire to touch me, to caress me...And it all started when one evening, Porte de Charenton, near the Bois de Vincennes, I left the ring road, dragging a truck behind me. I wanted to lose it, which would have been easy, but I managed to convince myself that I wanted to push the game a little further... I stopped in a quiet corner behind the Château de Vincennes, and I waited, heart pounding, for the truck to stop behind my car.He was a man of about thirty-five, with a handsome adolescent face. He approached my car timidly, and stopped at my window, which I had slightly cracked open.I remember saying to him "You can look, that's all" then, removing the two sides of my coat, I showed him that I was only wearing a small satin bustier. He approached the windshield and looked down at my thighs, which I slightly opened. He looked at me as I slipped two fingers under the elastic of my panties to caress my little cock folded under the black veil of my panties. He was looking at me, and didn't make a move when I pulled my little column of flesh from the black veil to caress it slowly... I was getting excited, and I needed a few caresses and fingers to knead my pierced nipples. ... I freed my breasts from the ...

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