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15/12/2009
Recently I did a stage show in the south east that required a stage costume of sorts. So I chose a top hat, wig, and was going to either a woman’s black bathing costume or black panties under fishnet tights, heels and some kind of top. Great giggle except it turned out it would be a family show. Small problem with an unexpected result. During the purchase of assorted items I found a shortage of bathing costumes in the larger supermarkets, being the wrong time of year and the only fishnet tights I could get were infact stockings. I wondered the heart of the local town and found salvation with the help of an Anne Summers shop assistant. I love shopping in Anne Summers much to the annoyance of about any one else I’m with except the wife who finds it funny. So there I am with the security staring at me wondering if by any chance I might find something inside. It was at this moment my heroin stepped in and guided me to the only fishnet item they had a dress and tights. I took one look at the dress and my fun was born. Stopping at a supermarket I purchased plain ladies panties and went back to the venue and changed.
With the place filling up I stood naked in the changing room (which is a toilet doubling for the purpose for an hour) I applied body paint to myself ensuring that could be reached was missed. Pulling on the panties felt wonderful, I love the feel of the material, the tights were magic and the dress was incredible against my skin. As I said this was to be a family show so unfortunately closthed this was would not be right, so with a top over the dress and a pair of jeans over my legs completing with a pair of trainers I hid my original outfit. With hat and wig in place I took to the stage. Through out the show I could feel the material against me and I loved the way I could look at some of the women and wonder what they would say if they knew.
At the end of the show we packed the gear away, loaded up the car and took our leave, in my case to act out my second more personal enjoyment of the evening. It was foggy as I left and got worse as I made my way to the M25 but to me the fog was going to be my friend. At the first opportunity I had started to remove my footwear and had replaced the trainers with a pair of heels my wife and I keep in the car for these occasions amongst other more mundane reasons by the time I was on the motorway. The fog being bad I assessed my chances of being seen by one of the others and with empty motorway made better time than I thought to the M40.
Now I was comfortable and having added a jumper whilst loading I decided it was time for it to go. An empty road is great fun for stripping and motorways wide enough that moving around slightly is reasonably safe. Second item to go were the jeans. It took a few minutes to undo the button on the jeans and slide the zip down but the feel as the fishnet and my flesh bared to the cloth was invigorating and I was pulling the top off rapidly. No sooner than I had done this than I ran into a line of slow moving traffic. I pulled alongside one car but couldn’t see anymore than the shadow of the driver and figured that was about as much as he would see of me.
The traffic speeded up and I made my journey thoroughly enjoying a tale in my head until I realised I needed a rest break. I pulled into services and went to get out of the car. I pulled across the far side of the car park and opened the door. I shut it rapidly it was that cold my nipples retreated. I needed the men’s room but wanted to walk across the car park as I was dressed, the way the night was this would have attracted far more attention than I was ready for so I needed compromise. I decided to dress back in jumper, jeans and trainers and carry the heels and wig with me. I stopped to drop some rubbish in a bin and left the heels and wig there in a bag. Once in the men’s room I saw myself in a mirror and laughed at my reflection. I washed my face and arms, refreshed the black lipstick and then feeling slightly more like myself again, went back out to my car, getting stares from a couple of women when I stopped to get coffee but the cashier didn’t give me a second glance when I mumbled theatre at her.
Outside again I walked back across the car park until I reached the bin. I stopped and kicked off my trainers and having already undone my jeans slid them down and off finally removing the jumper. I picked the bag up dropped the heels to the ground put the wig in place and with a little difficulty at first walked back to the car smoothing the dress down my legs as I did so. I was so horny I wanted releae but relented. I had some more rubbish in the car and cleared that out into two bags and then walked to different bins, each further away from the car than the previous one.
I drove on towards Birmingham looking for things to tease my nipples with, trying to attach a clip to one and failing but almost ripping the dress. Once around Birmingham but on a busier M6 I headed north towards Manchester and the weather closed in and the clothes came off. First to go were the tights, keeping control of the car but pushing fishnet down was difficult especially trying to keep the panties in place as well, I managed, next to go was the dress a far more testing but in the end simple removal.
I was almost at the end of my journey but I was still clothed and I wanted naked so as I pulled off the motorway the panties became history and I threw the shoes on to the back seat to join the rest of my discarded items. The weather was now howling rain and as I drove along I wondered what it would be like to meet a woman who wanted to do this as much as me, my wife is fun but even she won’t get naked in the car, topless, bottomless but not both together. The fantasy fuelled me and I missed a turning and found myself heading a long round to home and by now it was getting light. Should I dress in case I get stopped somewhere I would rather not, I drove on wanting a woman to be in a car and see her reaction but all I saw were cars going in the other direction the light not being good enough to see in. As the light got slowly better I knew I could be seen but no longer cared it was the most natural thing to be naked, I had been this way often but never in this area nad my room is never play on your own doorstep. Two minutes from home I pulled over, the jeans jumper and trainers on. I locked the car and let myself in. I went to our room and stripped off
Then showered, recounting how I felt as I cleared the body paint away, freshly showered and still naked I rolled under the duvet and fell asleep.
The final twist_ this weekend I get to do it again!
With the place filling up I stood naked in the changing room (which is a toilet doubling for the purpose for an hour) I applied body paint to myself ensuring that could be reached was missed. Pulling on the panties felt wonderful, I love the feel of the material, the tights were magic and the dress was incredible against my skin. As I said this was to be a family show so unfortunately closthed this was would not be right, so with a top over the dress and a pair of jeans over my legs completing with a pair of trainers I hid my original outfit. With hat and wig in place I took to the stage. Through out the show I could feel the material against me and I loved the way I could look at some of the women and wonder what they would say if they knew.
At the end of the show we packed the gear away, loaded up the car and took our leave, in my case to act out my second more personal enjoyment of the evening. It was foggy as I left and got worse as I made my way to the M25 but to me the fog was going to be my friend. At the first opportunity I had started to remove my footwear and had replaced the trainers with a pair of heels my wife and I keep in the car for these occasions amongst other more mundane reasons by the time I was on the motorway. The fog being bad I assessed my chances of being seen by one of the others and with empty motorway made better time than I thought to the M40.
Now I was comfortable and having added a jumper whilst loading I decided it was time for it to go. An empty road is great fun for stripping and motorways wide enough that moving around slightly is reasonably safe. Second item to go were the jeans. It took a few minutes to undo the button on the jeans and slide the zip down but the feel as the fishnet and my flesh bared to the cloth was invigorating and I was pulling the top off rapidly. No sooner than I had done this than I ran into a line of slow moving traffic. I pulled alongside one car but couldn’t see anymore than the shadow of the driver and figured that was about as much as he would see of me.
The traffic speeded up and I made my journey thoroughly enjoying a tale in my head until I realised I needed a rest break. I pulled into services and went to get out of the car. I pulled across the far side of the car park and opened the door. I shut it rapidly it was that cold my nipples retreated. I needed the men’s room but wanted to walk across the car park as I was dressed, the way the night was this would have attracted far more attention than I was ready for so I needed compromise. I decided to dress back in jumper, jeans and trainers and carry the heels and wig with me. I stopped to drop some rubbish in a bin and left the heels and wig there in a bag. Once in the men’s room I saw myself in a mirror and laughed at my reflection. I washed my face and arms, refreshed the black lipstick and then feeling slightly more like myself again, went back out to my car, getting stares from a couple of women when I stopped to get coffee but the cashier didn’t give me a second glance when I mumbled theatre at her.
Outside again I walked back across the car park until I reached the bin. I stopped and kicked off my trainers and having already undone my jeans slid them down and off finally removing the jumper. I picked the bag up dropped the heels to the ground put the wig in place and with a little difficulty at first walked back to the car smoothing the dress down my legs as I did so. I was so horny I wanted releae but relented. I had some more rubbish in the car and cleared that out into two bags and then walked to different bins, each further away from the car than the previous one.
I drove on towards Birmingham looking for things to tease my nipples with, trying to attach a clip to one and failing but almost ripping the dress. Once around Birmingham but on a busier M6 I headed north towards Manchester and the weather closed in and the clothes came off. First to go were the tights, keeping control of the car but pushing fishnet down was difficult especially trying to keep the panties in place as well, I managed, next to go was the dress a far more testing but in the end simple removal.
I was almost at the end of my journey but I was still clothed and I wanted naked so as I pulled off the motorway the panties became history and I threw the shoes on to the back seat to join the rest of my discarded items. The weather was now howling rain and as I drove along I wondered what it would be like to meet a woman who wanted to do this as much as me, my wife is fun but even she won’t get naked in the car, topless, bottomless but not both together. The fantasy fuelled me and I missed a turning and found myself heading a long round to home and by now it was getting light. Should I dress in case I get stopped somewhere I would rather not, I drove on wanting a woman to be in a car and see her reaction but all I saw were cars going in the other direction the light not being good enough to see in. As the light got slowly better I knew I could be seen but no longer cared it was the most natural thing to be naked, I had been this way often but never in this area nad my room is never play on your own doorstep. Two minutes from home I pulled over, the jeans jumper and trainers on. I locked the car and let myself in. I went to our room and stripped off
Then showered, recounting how I felt as I cleared the body paint away, freshly showered and still naked I rolled under the duvet and fell asleep.
The final twist_ this weekend I get to do it again!
Poster:
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