During another halt in the traffic, Katie noticed that she was being noticed by people other than her driver. The chorus of car and truck horns had become less random, with more honking coming from vehicles stuck in traffic alongside her driver’s car. At first she was shocked to be on display to whoever happened to pull up next to her, but realized that short of crawling down onto the floor there wasn’t really any way for her to get out of view. She began to enjoy the startled looks on the faces of occupants of nearby vehicles when they noticed her, even waving to them if they smiled!
Her driver noticed Katie’s ongoing struggle with the plastic tabs holding the panties together. He pulled a small multi-tool out of his front pants pocket and offered it to her, saying, “I could gladly watch you wrestle with those annoying plastic ties all day, but it sounds like you’re in a hurry, so try this.”
“Aw, a compliment and a favor, thanks,” Katie replied. She cut the two plastic ties off and picked out the green panties to put on. She didn’t object to the driver watching intently as she pulled her new undies up her legs and in place, thinking he’d already seen pretty much all of her anyway. Her racing heartbeat told her that it was somehow different now that she knew she was being watched, and had more or less invited the attention. She moved on to clearing off the tags from her new skirt. Her focus on the various ties and tags hooked onto the skirt was so complete that she didn’t notice the driver making a turn and encountering a new section of stop-and-go traffic.
Katie finally noticed the slight detour when a young man’s voice boomed out from a speaker, letting her driver know he could place his order. “I’ll have a tall iced Cappuccino,” he replied, then turned to ask Katie, “anything for you? I’m buying.”
Katie grumbled, “You’re stopping for coffee? Do you not get that I’m in a hurry?” She was far less interested in the offerings at the Starbucks drive-through than getting to work.
“Actually,” he said, “as long as this drive-through isn’t too busy, cutting through the back of the parking lot lets me save time by getting to a less busy street. I guarantee we won’t lose any time and might even cut a few minutes off your trip.”
“Oh, okay, I guess. In that case, I’ll have a Grande dark chocolate Mocha,” she answered after considering her options.
The last car between them and the window had pulled away while Katie had been making up her mind what to have, so her driver had already pulled away from the ordering kiosk, but he ordered her espresso after pulling up to the window. “Never mind,” she yelled when she noticed the man working the window staring at her. She instinctively raised her hands to cover her breasts, noticing as she did how stiff her nipples had become!
“I’m sure it will only take an extra minute or two,” the driver assured her, “Besides, I can’t go until he hands me back my credit card.”
“But I can’t work on getting the tags off my skirt without flashing my boobs for that guy at the window,” she complained.
“I guess you need to decide which is more important to you, keeping the clerk from seeing your boobs, which he’s already done, or getting your clothes to be wearable as soon as possible,” he said, looking over his shoulder. “You’re not going to find it easy keeping covered once I hand you your Mocha anyway. For what it’s worth, judging by the look on his face you just made his day. Maybe his week.”
Katie knew what had to be her top priority. She brought her hands down to her lap and went back to clipping tags off her skirt. She didn’t need to look up to know the clerk was staring at her boobs, and felt herself blushing. Once she’d removed all the tags she set the skirt down and pulled her brand new bra out of the shopping bag. Hesitating instead of going straight to work cutting off the tags on the bra, she asked the driver, “You think I only made this guy’s week?”
“I really was just guessing, who knows what the dude sees passing by his little drive-through window?”
“Hmmm. Ask him if he’d like a souvenir,” she said to the driver.
“I don’t understand, what are….” he said before she cut him off.
“Just ask him if he’d like a damned souvenir!”
He did as he was told, offering the confused clerk…something, exactly what he wasn’t sure.
“Uh, sure, I guess,” the clerk replied warily; he had thought his staring might get him in trouble, but couldn’t make himself look away. He handed the driver back his credit card and Cappuccino.
Her offer accepted, Katie lifted her butt off the seat and yanked her panties down her thighs and over her knees. She held on to the green cotton undies and lifted her left foot up and out of them, followed quickly by her right foot. Completely nude aside from her stockings and making no effort to conceal any part of her body, she unbuckled her safety belt, slid over behind the driver, and rolled the window down. She knelt on the seat, braced herself on the edge of the empty window opening with her left hand, and leaned out the window. With her head, shoulders, breasts, most of her upper body, really, sticking out of the car, she extended her right hand to deliver her practically brand new, slightly damp panties to the stunned clerk!
Half in the car and half out, Katie paused for a few seconds to enjoy the reaction of the clerk. She was about to pull herself back into the relative privacy of the car when she noticed a couple of cars behind them honking their horns in appreciation. She smiled and waved to her small audience, then slipped back into the car, shaking from head to toe. The driver took her Mocha from a second clerk who’d come to see why the first clerk seemed to be frozen in place. He handed her the drink and pulled away, pointed toward the less busy street behind the building.
Still shaking as she thought about what she’d just done, it was all Katie could do to keep from spilling her drink, something definitely to be avoided with no clothing to protect her uncovered skin. She gulped enough of her Mocha to keep it under control as the driver turned out of the parking lot. He broke the silence, telling her, “I think it’s now safe to say you just made that dude’s year, probably his decade. I was right about the traffic on this street being a lot lighter. We’ll get you to your destination much sooner by going this way.”
“That’s great,” Katie replied, “but exactly how soon?” Her antics at the drive-through and her distracted state afterward had actually left her wearing even less than she had been before the Starbucks detour; now she had more clothing to get on and less time left to get it done. She lost a few more seconds to distraction as she thought about how people would react if they saw her get out of the car practically in the shadow of the Capitol dome wearing nothing but a pair of thigh-high stockings.
“Should be there in less than 3 minutes, 4 tops.”
She pulled apart her remaining two new pairs of panties and put the pink pair on, then slipped her feet into her skirt, wriggling around in the cramped back seat to work the skirt up over her butt, button, and zip up the rear zipper. She tracked down her shoes and slipped them on, then hunted for her bra, finally finding it hiding under the front passenger seat. She belatedly remembered that she hadn’t gotten around to removing the tags from the lace-trimmed white lingerie before giving the Starbucks dude a show.