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.

I hopped on my bicycle, and noted that if you didn't look carefully, you would think I was not wearing anything below. The strings on the side were very thin, the back was, well, a thong, disappearing except higher up, which happened to be covered by my shirt, and the front hidden while I was pedaling. The only way people would notice is if they were looking for the side strings, or if I stood up and showed off the front of my panties.

I worried more that someone would mistake me for being bottomless, potentially getting me in more trouble.

"Grr," I growled to myself. Why couldn't he have at least let me wear normal panties... Shutting down my brain, which was currently screaming at me to go back in the house before I found myself in more trouble, or at least wait until it was late and no one was out, I pushed the pedal down, sat down, and rode.

He said city streets, I remembered. I wonder if all the little side streets would count?

I shook the thought away. It felt like cheating. I assumed he meant the big streets.

I headed over to the biggest street near my house, but stopped as I got close enough to watch. A couple people walked passed, but I ignored them, making sure I was standing so they would see I wore something, as I watched all the cars zipping along. My hands shook as I stared, feeling like I was about to empty my stomach.

Finally, I mentally kicked myself and started riding again, heading out to the street and riding along the side in the bike lane. I felt my cheeks heat up, felt like my face was on fire, as I stared straight ahead and tried to ignore the drivers.

*Honk*

I almost ran into the curb as a car honked at me, scaring me half to death. I stopped, breathing hard, as if I had ran for miles, heart pounding through my chest. Another car honked, and I saw two guys staring at me. I cussed at them and tried to calm myself, figuring it would be better to just keep riding.

I continued riding, then found the next problem. Stop lights. I missed the green, and had to sit there, cars stopped, waiting. I looked over, saw other people staring at me, and immediately faced forward, cheeks heating up again. A couple younger kids waited at the crosswalk, and one nudged the other, pointing right at me. I could see their jaws drop.

Why aren't they in school, I thought to myself. I did not want to be seen like this by kids.

The light turned green, and I rode on, pedaling as fast as I could. The cars were faster, and still passed me, but at least I was away from the staring kids. I felt mortified and wished I could just go back home.

I turned onto a different street, in part to avoid yet another red light. Red lights that seemed to doom me to being seen by everyone. This was a mistake. Ahead of me, a major traffic jam.