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Title: The Panhandler and My Panties (Part 2)
This is a continuation of my panty adventures with a certain panhandler who helped make some of my panty dreams come true. To read how we met, please refer to my story under the same title posted on July 12, 2005. (TRUE story at that!)
Well, (some years ago) yet another Sunday night driving around town wearing panties because my favorite football team lost another game. And again, in pink lace front bikini panties with white stockings and white garter belt, and with my team sweatpants pulled down below my knees. It's such a rush of sweet humiliation driving around like that, feeling the cool air on my lap. The cold makes my genitals shrink quite a bit and this gives my lap such a girly look, making my 'package' look more like a pantied pussy mound instead.
As much as I wanted to drive where pedestrians or bus passengers can catch a glimpse of my panties, I dared not. But still, to deepen my panty humiliation before going home to masturbate, someone must SEE! Then I thought maybe I'll go give my panhandler another peek. I already thought about her in the first place when I set out on my humiliation punishment drive, but decided against going to her. The first time she saw my panties it went so well, and I didn't want to ruin the sweet memory with any possible unfortunate incident. Perhaps she would get angry with me this time for taking too many liberties with her. Maybe call me a pervert. Maybe make a scene. Maybe even call the police or have somebody call them. This was what was banging around in my head as I drove around. It distracted me a little too much, as I made a stop at a red light a little closer to the intersection than I had been doing before. A couple proceeded to cross the street and I was in a spot where the street lamp was casting a good amount of light into my car...right on the driver's seat! As they crossed in front of me I turned my face away but noticed from the corner of my eye that they were both looking my way and as they finished crossing I saw them look back in my direction a couple of times. The light turned green and I got the heck out of there! Did they see? Did they see? Did they see my panties? My palms were sweating and I was trembling with humiliation. But I still didn't know for sure. The not knowing would stifle my masturbation efforts later when I get home. I would only be wondering if they actually saw my panties, or if they were only looking at me because they had to walk around the front of my car as they crossed. I needed somebody to see my panties. My thoughts went back to my panhandler. "So you think she might figure you for a pervert," I thought to myself. "Newsflash for you, pantyboy, she already HAS you figured for a pervert! Just LOOK at you!" I looked down at my lap and saw what she saw just a couple weeks before. My pink panties, white stockings and white garter belt in full glorious view. I decided to go ahead and give her another look-see at my panties. If she gets angry and makes a scene, I deserved nothing less.
As I neared her stoplight, where she panhandles for change, I was trembling again. I was even more nervous than the first time I showed her my panties. But I was going to go through with it. I had to. As I drove I again timed it so I would catch the red light at her corner, with no SUV's or trucks around me, for I intended to have my dome light on again. I was slowing to a stop at the light when I noticed she wasn't in the street as she was the first time. She was on the sidewalk to my right. Damn it. I wanted her to see me front my driver's window. I felt a little more secure with my car door between me and her. Maybe I figured I could hide better if I needed to. She saw me as pulled over to her and came to a complete stop. She recognised me right away and walked toward my passenger side window. How could she not recognise me? I had the dome light on. She walked right up and propped her elbows on the car door at the window and said "Hi again!" I smiled nervously and said a very meek hello then proceeded to hand her a five dollar bill. She didn't wait for me to stretch my hand out to her, she reached right in and took it. Here she was, head and shoulders in my car, elbows perched on my passenger door, looking at my pink panties...and smiling!
I thought okay, that was it, mission accomplished, she's gonna go away now and I'll drive home and jack off. But no, she stayed right where she was and started to chat! "Kind of cold out tonight, isn't it?" she said while looking back and forth to my face, then my panties, then my face and back to my panties. The moments she spent looking at my panties were longer. "Yes it is," I said. I noticed that when she spoke to me she looked me in the eyes, but as I was looking into her eyes and answering, her eyes were right on my exposed lingerie. I felt embarrassment and bliss all rolled into one. "They have a lot of parties here in downtown," she continued. (This was taking place during Halloween time) "You can go to one of them and they'll even let you in like that." I could have cum in my panties when she said 'like that' as when she said it, she looked at my panties directly for the first time while talking to me. There was absolutely to pretense on her part about ignoring my panties in full view, she was drinking in the sight totally and her words "like that" was full acknowledgement of the fact. I could have jacked off right then and there, as the subject of our little chat turned to the sole subject of my panties. "Those panties are very pretty, do you always dress this way?" she asked. I could only stammer out barely audible words as it was only obvious she didn't care what I replied. She just kept on looking at my panties. Being that they were the subject of conversation, I automatically ran my hands over my panties, down along my garters, and down to my white thigh hi stockings then back up to my panties, touching the lace front and tugging gently at the elastic leg openings, as though I was showing off a new outfit to a friend. And she was watching the whole thing! We went on chit-chatting a little more, about what size I wear, what colors, and how often I wear panties and the like, so long that the light had already turned green and red a few times with cars passing by getting on the freeway. Imagine if they all knew that the lady poking herself into the pulled over car with the dome light on was talking to a man sitting there wearing panties with his pants down exposing them to her in full view!
Finally she straightened up and said "Bye now! Come back anytime! And dressed just like that, okay?"I laughed a little and said "Okay. Bye bye!" I drove off and headed home rubbing and squeezing my pantied 'pussy mound' the whole way, anticipating a wonderful jack off session, after all, I just had a nice little conversation with a sweet lady who actually seemed to enjoy the fact that I was sitting there with my pants down, with my panties, garters, and stockings in plain view! With her staring so non-chalantly right at them! And to top it off, the conversation was mostly about my panties!
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