Exposing oneself to strangers on a bus

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I remember when I was twenty-one, at the university graduation ball, I deliberately dressed very sexily. I wore a black, low-cut, strapless evening gown with a high slit in the front, almost reaching my underwear, and I wore black stockings and high heels.
Looking at myself in the mirror at home, I thought it was very sexy, and the low neckline revealed my fair arms and shoulders, showing a third of my cleavage; the high slit in the front of the dress exposed my long, beautiful legs with every step. As I hesitated whether the dress was too sexy, I checked the clock and it was almost time, so I decided to stop thinking about it and head to the graduation ball.
I took a taxi to the ball, which was being held in a hotel banquet hall. While in the taxi, I noticed the driver constantly glancing at me in the rearview mirror. I felt uncomfortable under his gaze because I rarely dressed so sexily.
I noticed him staring intently at my cleavage in the rearview mirror. At first, I felt uncomfortable, but there was nothing I could do, so I let him look all he wanted. But the more he peeked, the more excited I became. It turned out that being spied on by a man could be so thrilling. Suddenly, out of nowhere, I impulsively pulled my bra down a little further, while looking out the window, pretending to be nonchalant.
I knew that almost half of my breasts were now exposed. I don't know why I gave this driver such an easy time, but I just couldn't control myself.
Just then, the driver suddenly said to me, "Miss, your dress is beautiful! Are you dressed so nicely for a banquet at the hotel?"
Since I had nothing else to do in the car, I chatted with him, saying, "Yes! It's the university graduation ball, lots of people will be attending! And after tonight's graduation banquet, many classmates and friends will go their separate ways, and I spent a long time choosing this dress!"
The driver, looking in the rearview mirror, replied, "Ah, I see! But please forgive my bluntness, miss, but while this dress looks good on you, there's something wrong with it..." Curious,
I asked, "But what? Is there something wrong with my dress?" The driver hesitated, then said, "Well... ah... um... well..." "I was getting a little impatient, so I raised my voice and said, 'Just say what you're afraid of!' The driver then stammered, 'No...no...it's just...I think...wearing this kind of dress...if...if...not...wearing...a bra...it would look better...' I was taken aback by his sudden comment and didn't know how to respond, because I always wear a bra when I go out. After he said that, I looked down at my chest and exclaimed inwardly, 'Ah!' It turned out that when I deliberately pulled down a little of my evening dress, my pink half-cup bra was protruding a third of the way out. No wonder the driver said that. Of course, I immediately pretended not to notice the wardrobe malfunction and pulled the evening dress up a little."
Seeing my embarrassment, the driver said, "Miss, I'm sorry. What I said was just a minor suggestion. Please don't take offense if it offended you."
I replied, "No, I don't mind."
But after saying that, I kept glancing nervously at my chest, feeling like he was right. It seemed like my bra looked a bit awkward with this dress, and I thought about taking it off. But the driver was here...
Oh well! I was alone anyway, so I might as well give it to him! I reached behind my back and quickly unhooked my bra with a "snap," pulling out my pink half-cup bra and putting it in my handbag.
Then I looked at the driver in the rearview mirror. He really had been watching me. I knew he had seen the whole bra-removal show, but for some reason, I didn't feel ashamed. Instead, I felt a little excited. I looked at the driver again, and he was still staring intently at me in the rearview mirror. I thought to
myself, "He's already seen the lingerie show, why is he still staring at me like that?" Then, without thinking, I looked at myself in the direction he was looking at. "Wow!" It turned out that when I pulled off my bra, I must have been too fast and too forceful, and I'd pulled my breasts out too! Most of my breasts were now protruding from my undershirt, and even my pink nipples were showing. No wonder the driver was slowing down, focused on staring at me in the rearview mirror.
I quickly pulled my shirt back up, and the driver, realizing I'd noticed his gaze, immediately resumed driving normally. This was the first time in my life that a stranger had seen my breasts in a car. My heart was pounding, but the feeling was also incredibly exciting. I never knew having a man look at my exposed body could give me this kind of excitement.
My legs were rubbing together, and I boldly said to the driver, "Driver, does this look better?"
The driver, shy and quiet, replied, "Yes...yes...it's much better...but...but it seems your clothes are a bit too high..."
I looked at myself, "Ah!" They really were a bit too high. Perhaps I was too nervous when I exposed myself, and when I pulled, I'd pulled my bra up to my armpits and above. So I pulled it down a little to the appropriate position, revealing a small cleavage.
Seeing the driver's shyness, I playfully wanted to tease him a bit more. I said to him,
"Driver, if I pull this down a little more, would it look better?" The shy driver said, "This...this...it should...maybe!" Seeing his expression—a mixture of shyness and desire—I really wanted to laugh, so I pulled the clothes down a little more.
Now my breasts were almost half exposed, and the excitement and stimulation from before started to return.
With half my breasts exposed, I said to the driver, "Would it look better if I pulled it down a little further?"
The driver was speechless, knowing that if I pulled it down any further, my breasts would be exposed to him again, and we were almost at the hotel.
Suddenly, without warning, the driver slammed on the brakes. He had been so focused on my breasts that he hadn't noticed the traffic light had turned red. Luckily, he stopped before the light turned red. I thought to myself, "So I can seduce men!" Haha…
But the sudden stop caused me to lurch forward and backward in my seat, further exposing my breasts, even my nipples
. The driver, startled by the sudden stop, turned to apologize, but when he saw my full breasts, he froze. He stammered, "Miss... I'm... sorry... the brakes... were... a little too fast..."
As he spoke, his gaze never left my exposed breasts. I wondered, was he talking to me, or to my breasts?
His stare fueled my excitement, so I steeled myself and, for some reason, decided to try exposing myself. Besides, he'd already seen them; what's the harm in letting him see them again?
So I pretended not to notice my breasts were exposed and said, "It's nothing, just be careful."
Actually, I was very excited, wondering what I was doing. Exposing my breasts completely to a complete stranger! But I remained seated, breasts exposed.
I simply closed my eyes, letting the driver feast his eyes on my breasts in the rearview mirror, and for some reason, I enjoyed the stimulation and excitement of this exposure.
At that moment, I thought to myself, "Look! Look! Look all you want! You can see my breasts and nipples, isn't it beautiful?"
As I thought about it, I unconsciously reached my hand into the high slit of my skirt, slipping it between my crossed thighs and gently caressing my private parts through my stockings and panties. For some reason, I was also intoxicated by the pleasure of being watched and exposed; I could feel my panties getting wet.
I squinted at the driver again, and sure enough, he was staring wide-eyed at my exposed breasts. I didn't hold back, even pulling my long hair behind my neck so he could see them more clearly.
My fingers pressed hard against my vulva. Suddenly, I remembered reading online that guys like to peek at girls' panties under their skirts. So I tried another form of exposure, thinking that since I'd already shown him my breasts, I wondered how he would react to seeing my panties.
I withdrew my hand from between my thighs, and my legs slowly and unconsciously parted, feeling both ashamed and trying to appear nonchalant. I slowly opened my legs. Although I was wearing black stockings today, they were slightly see-through, and I was also wearing white panties. The contrast was striking; he should have seen them!
Sure enough, I saw his gaze move from my chest to under my skirt. I thought he had noticed my panties! I realized how good it felt to be watched; it excited me so much.
I sat there exposed in the car, and the driver, constantly peeking at me, drove slowly. I didn't care anymore and continued to enjoy the pleasure of exposure and being watched.
Soon, the car suddenly stopped, and the driver abruptly turned around. My heart sank. I thought, "Is he going to rape me now?"
He then said, "Miss...the...hotel...is here." I looked out the window and realized we had arrived at the hotel without me even noticing. My heart calmed down, and I paid the fare. The driver even gave me a discount! I thought, "I've shown you so much; this is fair!"
After paying the fare, I quickly got out of the car because the driver was so focused on spying on me that he was driving very slowly, making me late!
[The End]

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