Daring Driving Dares In Winter

I still love to drive naked in the car every chance I get (even in the daytime and through the city), but since it is well and good into winter around here, I had to modify it a little bit. I decided to substitute naked with humiliating, so I went to the local Goodwill store and found a black lace nightgown (about knee length) that will fit. The slit in the skirt is directly on the front of the left thigh and is nearly all the way up to my waist. The slit also has a tendency to slide around to the front as I walk in it. I purchased because being bare chested in freezing weather is just too obvious.

I have armed myself with custom built directions in the three closest cities. They are doctored Google map directions with occasional streets omitted, facilitating the need to ask someone for directions. I also have an alternate which is handwritten instructions (in a fancy script with purple ink) just naming an address on a very obscure road in fairly large a rural town with a name that is easy to mispronounce (this is for use whenever I am not in an area my other directions could logically get me to).

I went out last evening, but the late hour and the cold made it very hard to find ladies out for a walk (or even couples). I did have a little success when my directions took me next to a college, but the helpful young lady couldn’t find the road I was looking for on her phone. She was standing right next to my driver’s window, with a friend standing about 5 feet back, but she didn’t seem to notice that I was wearing a “dress” or that it failed to cover my privates (because of an adjustment of the slit when I sit down).

Near midnight, I decided to take a back way home; down country roads and through towns small enough not to have anyone walking, so I decided to modify the dare (since I wasn’t quite ready to quit yet). Since I needed to get something from the store anyway, I decided to put on my jacket (which only reaches to slightly below my hips) and go in wearing the nightgown. There were only a few people, and only the self-check lanes were open (with the attendant helping other customers) so nobody noticed what I was wearing. I decided to stop by a mini-mart with my hand-written note to ask for directions.

However, each one I came to either had men visible behind the counter or were very busy with a lot of male customers (neither situation was one I wanted to handle), so I kept driving. After a couple of more vetoes, I decided to do a punishment by not zipping up my jacket, but again I didn’t have any luck. As it was getting around 12:30, I had to up my punishment and took my jacket off (when I did this, I would be wearing NOTHING but a revealing lace nightgown and slippers). Soon after this, I finally hit the right combination, a mini mart with a young lady behind the counter and only a single customer.

I pulled into the lot and pretended to talk on my cell phone until the customer left, then I got up my nerve and quickly went inside (it was below freezing and windy, so haste was understandable). Right when I almost reached the door, the clerk came to the door to sweep some debris outside and she held the door for me as I quickly scooted inside. I asked her where this town was while holding out the note (purposely mispronouncing the name). She corrected my pronunciation and gave me simple directions to the town without moving back at all, leaving us standing in very tight proximity right next to the front door. The town was only about 10 miles up the road I was on, but then she asked if I had a specific location I was looking for. I showed her the note, and she leaned in to read it, actually pressing her boob against my arm (the note starts with “In order to get your clothes back…” which would explain why I was dressed like that).

She was unfamiliar with the street and said it can’t be in the town, because she knows all the roads in the town. I was going to let it go at that, but then she moved over to a rack of maps by the door and said “let’s see if we can find it”. She opened the map to the page of the town but was unable to locate the road on the map (I saw it immediately, but I knew where to look). She apologized for not being able to help more but suggested that I ask at a gas station in the town. I said, “I was hoping not to have to get out too often, but I guess that is the best idea. Thank you for your help.” Her eyes blatantly scanned up and down my state of near undress and said with a little smirk “You’re welcome, good luck.” [I know that the slit in the gown had slid off the thigh when I ran in and moved a little more when I turned to see the map, but I was not sure if my **** was still covered or not – and I was not going to check since that would be too obvious. If she had stared down low, then I could have checked without looking like it was intentional.]

I ran back to my car and got in just as another car was pulling into the lot. I stopped at a Dunkin Donuts to get a bite to eat and got a scare when a police car pulled up right behind me in the drive thorough. I quickly and subtly slipped on a pair of black shorts (which were hidden behind my passenger seat) just in case, but luckily the cop was just there to buy some donuts.

This experience was so scary and exciting, that I decided to do it again, only this time starting out at 5:30 on Saturday morning in the rain. I was careful of where I was targeting (especially since convenience stores ALL have security cameras), but I WAS clothed enough to be legal. I came across one fairly quickly with an older lady working, and got simple directions from her.

It was nearly an hour later when I found another situation with women behind the counter, but since it was getting brighter, I couldn't expect empty anymore. Also, since this one was just outside of the town, I needed to ask for directions to the street address. Neither of the two women behind the counter knew of the street, but a customer did and she gave me directions. (During this time I was standing at the counter by the door and numerous cars were pumping gas).

Later, I put on my jacket (I'm not THAT daring) and purchased something at a Wal-Mart store. I next had to go to a store where people know me, so I put on my jacket and shorts, but as soon as I was done shopping, I ******** down to just the nightgown again, and took the long way home.

I passed three vetoes on the way home and right when I was ready to close it up (at 9:00) and return home, I passed by a mini-mart just off an Interstate exit with 2 teenage girls working (one behind the counter, the other stocking shelves). It is a very busy street and there were 3 cars pumping gas, but I decided to finish with a bang. I parked and ran in, quickly asking where the town was (showing my note). They debated on what directions to give me, since I was on the opposite end of the county. They asked me what type of route I wanted and I replied "the easiest to follow".

The one behind the counter started to explain the route, but decided to write it down instead. The other (who was standing next to me) started restocking the shelves, and I accidentally was in her way once or twice and we had to dance around each other. It took quite a while for her to write out the directions, and then she insisted on verbally going over them twice to make sure I understood it.

After she was done, I thanked her and left (two customers came in while this was going on to pay for gas, and the one gave a look but nothing more).

I might do this again in the future, but will cool it for a while to keep the heat off. I also will keep shopping the 2nd hand stores to see if I can find other nightgowns or full slips that can be used for the winter months.

deonisis deonisis
Dec 9, 2012