Motorway Madness

I would like to tell you of a recent true experience of mine.

I always like to wear a set of frillies under my male clothing, and on this
particular occasion, I was driving down the M6 near Birmingham, when I
decided to stop for a break at a service station. I had been driving all
morning , but before I set out from my motel earlier that day, I had
slipped into a fresh set of undies. I was wearing black seamed silk
stockings, a black lacy suspender belt and matching bra, a pretty black
camisole top, and my favourite loose-legged lacy black French knickers. I
checked in the mirror before I drove off, and nothing showed under my dark
grey silk shirt and black trousers.

I pulled into the service area about 4 hours later, completely forgetting
about my femme undies....they were so comfortable, and I was so as ease
with them, that I didn't even bother to put my jacket on. Normally I do,
just in case, but this time...

I got myself a coffee, and a paper, and sat down at an empty table. The
place was almost empty, so I was quite surprised when this young guy came
to the table, with a cup in his hand.

"Hi, fancy some company?", he said. He smiled at me, and I smiled back.

I was a bit taken aback, as there was so many vacant tables, but why not?
I reckoned him to be about 30, and I am well into my 50's, but so what, he
was a good-looking guy, and I could do with a chat, so off we went, talking
about this and that, our journey, the weather, all the usual stuff two men
talk about.

Soon I had to excuse myself, as I needed the toilet

"Me too, he said, and off we went to the gents.

As we stood at the stall, he looked across at me, smiled, and said:

" Nice bit of lace ! "

I looked down, and I was horrified to see a wisp of black lace, peeping
through my flies !

I tried to stuff my patie-lace back in , but it was too late. He had seen
enough.

"Don't worry," he said. " We have a mutual interest ! "