The Exhibitionist/Go for a ride down the city streets in a small thong

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You run over to my underwear drawer and grab a small thong.

You hand it to me.

"No," I tell you. "It doesn't match anything."

You look at me puzzled.

"I have no top to match to it. Just grab a different color."

You nod, finally seeming to realize, and grab a different one. A black thong.

"Okay, I can do something with this."

God, trying to hand me a see through thong... I think to myself, congratulating on missing having to wear that while bicycling around, and you buying my reason with no hesitation.

"So, any specific tops?" I ask, wondering if you are going to try to make me go around with none or something.

You shake your head no, and I let out a relieved sigh. "Got it, I will go out this afternoon. I want to miss the lunch rush, and go while everyone is at work at least."

The trip

I put on my shirt, a regular T-shirt, the words across it spelling out sweet 16. I am most definitely not 16 anymore, but do try to be sweet. I guess though that anyone who notices me enough will probably not notice the words splashed across the front anyways.

I pull on my black thong panties, barely any covering. Good thing I am shaved, or my pubes would be on display. I slip on my shoes, then go out to grab my bicycle from the front yard.

A mother with her young daughter walk passed, and I almost turned around and went back in. No, I promised to do this, and I will do it. The looked she gave me withered me, and caused my stomach to drop, my heart to hammer in my chest, wondering if I was already in trouble.

She rushed her daughter on, blocking her view of me, as I stood there frozen, waiting for her to turn around and confront me, or take out her phone and make a call, or something.

As she disappeared from sight, I finally took a breath that my lungs were crying for. I hadn't even realized I was holding my breath.