A Day Driving in the Country

I was able to easily pass him without speeding, I made sure not to break any laws so I wouldn't get pulled over by the Highway Patrol. Again I heard the air horn blasting, and again I didn't think anything about it. Just up over the next hill, there was a whole convoy of eighteen wheelers driving slowly. I quickly caught up to them, and began to pass them. Now it started to occur to me that all these trucks were not driving at their normally crazy fast speeds. As I was going by them, each in turn blasted the air horn, and I suddenly understood why. To my horror, I realized that they could look down into my little car; and had a perfect view of my ridiculously short cut-off jeans. Including my shaved girly legs, and my balls hanging out of my cut-offs! They were using their CB radios to tell each other about me, and giving my location on the highway. I panicked, and sped up, going faster than the speed limit. I started to think about getting caught in a radar speed trap and this got me even more frightened.

Luckily I came to my turnoff ramp that led to a quiet country road. I exited and quickly slowed back down to the speed limit. With nobody around, I started to relax some. Now that I was calming down, I soon became aware of the fact that I was extremely horny at all the attention I was getting from those truckers. I mean, they didn't know who I was; I was just a slutty little cross dressing stranger to them. I settled back into my routine at this thought, rubbing my re-hardened cock clit through my jeans again.

Cruising down the twisty road, in bliss, I noticed a patrol car coming towards me. I quickly checked my speed, right at the speed limit, "That's good," I thought. I passed him looking as innocent as I could under the circumstances, as he went by I checked in my rearview mirror.

"Oh my Fuck!" I yelled, as I saw his brake lights come on, and then the red and blues. I was freaking as I tried to get my sweat pants on while I was driving. In my panic, I tried to pull them on over my 5 inch heels, and they were getting snagged on the heels! Attempting to get them on, while driving down the road was an exercise in futility. I was still struggling with the sweat pants as I came to a stop on the side of the road, with the patrol car stopping right behind me.