Feeling a little more confident, I walked with more of a sexy strut as I paced the sidewalk. Even if I wasn't being asked for s*x, cars were still slowing down to check me out and giving me an acknowledgement by honking their horns. I had a couple of guys approach me but I couldn't reel them in for an arrest. It still got me excited to lean into their cars to flash most of my breasts at them while I knew my partners were checking out my ass and stocking covered legs as I bent over.
At one point in the evening, the wind picked up and my skirt started to lift up under the breeze. At first, I held it down, which was a natural instinct for a woman to do but then I had to put myself into the mindset of Candi, the hooker, and let nature take its course. I let my skirt go and, as the wind blew,
