When Im home she loves to wear dresses and skirts for me. She does not wear them when Im not home but when I am she likes to dress up.
I can only imagine what the truckers try to see.
Tuesday, August 8, 2017
girls riding in cars
When Im home she loves to wear dresses and skirts for me. She does not wear them when Im not home but when I am she likes to dress up.
I can only imagine what the truckers try to see.
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Great pic. Great legs! You know, I've often wondered if some truckers stay in the job just for the view that get on a daily basis.
she appreciates the comment and compliment.
The picture in this post took me back to 1950 when I was 15 and had a summer job with highway construction crew. My job was to flag traffic when a piece of heavy equipment crossed the road. When we stopped traffic, a long line of cars would back up and when they moved slowly forward. No air conditioning so widows were down and skirts were pulled high. I must have seen a thousand shots similar to this post and some probably showed more. Many lived near by and were regulars and would wave a greeting. Oh! to be 15 again
welcome to the blog Southern Swinger. I bet those were fun days.....if youre like me getting a glimpse up a skirt is a day of heaven, thanks for the comment
Ahh..road trip memories..ive not actually flashed anyone..but i'll admit to yanking down a top and hiking up a skirt..lol
Earlier this summer my wife and I were invited to an evening wedding about 75 miles from home. My wife needed to work that day and arrived home just in time to shower, change and hit the road.
She picked out her beautiful flower print dress that wraps around and ties in the front with a fabric belt made of the same material. I know she likes it because the dress is very comfortable yet attractive enough to be appropriate for a semiformal evening wedding. I like it because she looks great in it and is low cut enough that she can't wear a bra.
We get in the car she says she is going to nap on the way to the wedding. About 5 minutes into the drive she loosens the belt slightly because it's binding a bit for her. She leans her seat back a few inches and after a few minutes she is sleeping soundly.
As we drive along and she has relaxed more and I see her dress has bunched upwards a bit and the extra fabric is gathering above her belt allowing the air-conditioning fan to blow it about some. I am treated a beautiful view of the side swells of her lovely large breasts as the fabric moves nearly exposing her nipples. Let me add here, this is true distracted driving. She shifts in her seat again and suddenly the top of her dress is popping completely open now exposing one breast then the other as the air blows across the front of her chest. As you might guess the breeze has also made her nipples stiff and and wrinkled.
I am thrilled she has a moment to sleep and very excited at the view. I really don’t know how she is sleeping through this as excited as her nipples are. They are standing up about a half inch and her wrinkled areola are pulled in tighter than I have ever seen them. As we drive along a do need to keep up the pace so passing is a must. I am sure no one in a car could have seen her, but there is a possibility that truckers may have seen move than they planned.
She shifts again, this time bringing her arms up from the seat and crosses them across her stomach. But after a few minutes her arms relax again and fall to her side pulling the fabric with the friction of her arms. Her breast are completely exposed now.
I can not resist. So the next truck I pass, I pace it as a gradual pass just for the thrill of it. From my point of view I still have no idea what or if the trucker saw at all but it was fun.
We are about 15 minutes away. So I decide to wake her slowly. I turn down the air just a bit more and she begins to shift again away from the window and starts to clutch the fabric of the dress together correcting the errant dress.
Five minutes later she I wake her and she notices her bunched dress and nonchalantly puts herself back together. She looks at me through sleepy eyes and says, “Well I’ve come undone a bit. Did I put on a little bit of a show for you?”
“Just a bit honey, just a bit.”
I still don’t know if she was asleep or not but she has been wearing this dress out more often lately on her girls night out.
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