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shirt, trousers and boots; then quickly loaded up and drove away. I soon found a secluded spot since I live in a small town outside the big city. The masculine clothes were soon resting on the back seat and with my long flowing scarf in place, away I went.
Driving along a freeway dressed up with somewhere to go can be a heady experience, especially for an underground FP who has never "gone public". In fact it can be so pleasing as to lull one into inattention as well as make a girl want to stop at every road side park, get out, stretch her legs, walk around in full field of view of others stopped to rest and just soak up the luxury of the feelings. It can be such an interesting feeling as I said, that it brings on inattention. It was this attention to internal feeling and not to surrounding that brought on a real thrill.
It was such as intensely fascinating situation and feeling having such pleasure in it that my heart almost stopped when I noticed the Black and White following me closely. How long he had been right there behind me I never knew. How long he stayed, I do know. When this happens to an undergroud FP out for a drive all dressed up, believe me it can give your heart muscles quite a work out, for it seemed, he stayed there forever. There was comfort in that his lights were not indicating I should stop, so I remembered Virginia's words about keeping cool and being prepared to tell the hobby cover story, I pressed on with a look down at my speed which was reassuringly ten mph below the maximum posted on that inter- state. Real relief soon came when we came upon an obviously and dan- gerously overloaded truck. This captured my trailer's attention and he stopped the truck much to my relief. So started my memorable trip to San Antonio all dressed in my prettiest blouse and most lovable mini.
The fantastic sensations of the pleasurable garments in contact with my body continued unabated for the remaining hours as I moved steadily westward. When San Antonio surrounded me I finally chickened out, found seclusion and masked my dress with the excape clothes I'd used earlier to get out of the house long enough to register in the motel. Once inside it was another matter all together. This event let to the next moment of runaway heart action.
After resting a while and watching darkness settle over the city, I de- cided to venture out to explore my way to the place I had to go the next day. Pleasure sensations again flooded me as my skirts swirled about my hips, squishing softly on my panty hose as I crossed the parking lot, entered my car, arranged my short skirt and drove away. Pleasure was again the
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