Short, but very nice, user-submitted story (with photos) by an exhibitionist couple in the forum.
Wanna have a ride with me? – by mypleasure
For some reason, Pat has a turn on of taking me for naked drives. He drives and I sit next to him; as soon as we leave the city, I take off my clothes and my one-hour nude journey begins.
The last time, just a few weeks ago, we were driving at night on a forest road with very little traffic.
Occasionally a car would come toward us, but just as we couldn’t see inside, they couldn’t see anything of me either.
Then, half an hour later, the road led down to the riverbank—and that’s when things started to get more exciting.
The road was lit in some places, other times we had to drive through small villages. It’s true that it was a late night and there were hardly any people on the streets, but there were still times when people were just a few meters of me on the street, crossing in front of us at the crosswalk, and I was sitting in the car completely naked without even being noticed.
That was the moment when I felt myself wetting the seat.
Pat drives very carefully at times like this, but I know he always has one eye on me. He’s enjoying the situation.
Fortunately, there are no traffic lights that would force us to stop. I would have felt extremely embarrassed.
Sometimes he’ll grab my breast with one hand, other times he’ll stroke my thigh, but nothing more.
We don’t stop in the field by the road; or we don’t do anything inappropriate. I slide my hand between his legs, I can clearly feel just how “excited” he is.
I’ve been sitting naked in the car for almost an hour by the time when we turn off from the main road and approach our summer house.
The streets here are well-lit but empty. None of the neighbors see me. No one saw me. The hardest part comes at the end.
Pat won’t let me get dressed again; my clothes stay in the backseat. He gives me the house key and tells me to go. I look around carefully, open the door, and walk naked across the street.
I have a little trouble opening the gate, then I start up the stairs into the garden, toward our house. Pat follows behind me with the bags, and he can’t wipe the smile off his face.
We arrive, unpack our bags, have a whiskey on the terrace in the hot summer night, and then, to cap off the day, we make love passionately.
That happened a few weeks ago.
(The photo wasn’t taken then, but years earlier, beside a deserted country road.)
Kisses
Zoe
