It constricted my waist and lifted my breasts, exposed above it. She had not indicated whether I should wear knickers or not so I decided I’d wear b...ack, silk French knickers that allowed access and felt so, so sexy. A black, silk almost transparent blouse with long sleeves and a high collar and a dark blue silk skirt – only silk would do for her. The skirt is long and buttoned to the knee then open from there to my ankles. High heels supported black leather shoes. I wanted her to be able to. Mom wanted me to wear a thong but I resisted. I stay barefoot while pulling on a tight short skirt. My legs are really long but super skinny. I cringe as I pull on the agreed-upon T-shirt. It’s a size or two too small and it's thin. I redden as I see myself in the mirror. The nipples, of course, are darts and very prominent. What is really cringeworthy is my areolas. They are so evident, too evident. Fuck! Dexter has not seen this outfit yet and I’m humiliated.Slowly I walk to the. “Straddle me,” Tyler whispers. I shoot a quick glance at the driver. “Don't worry about him,” he says, sliding his hand under my skirt to grab my ass check. “He's a taxi driver who works from a gay club, he's gotta expect things like this in his back seats!” I can't argue with the logic. In fact, I had even once had an unexpected threesome with a guy and the taxi driver before now. That certainly won't be happening tonight; tonight is just for Tyler and me. But my concern was not really of the. Peeling her top off, she threw it over the top of the screen to hang it, so he could see it and his mind could work with the image of her with no top. She wondered if he'd imagine her with a bra or not, though she was wearing one, a simple black one, which she kept on for now as she kicked the heels off and unbuttoned her jeans. Wiggling her hips, she pushed them down to her ankles, which was visible below the screens bottom edge, before stepping out of them and throwing them over the screen as.