Juggling My Desires
The Evolution of an Exhibitionist: Part 12
(Mid 1990s) My short breezy skirt slipped as I rested my bare feet on the dash of the truck. Enjoying the warm sunlight on my legs, while reading from the book, I caressed my feet together knowing the slight movement of my thighs would encourage my skirt up farther. With a quick glance, my heart skipped as I realized this was too much. I lowered the book to my lap just as I caught the driver noticing that I wasn’t wearing...