Carry on Flashing Ever since our last trip to Cardiff, when Leanne flashed her tits and pussy to as many lorry drivers as she possibly could, she has been totally addicted to flashing her body as often as she can. Whenever we drive onto a motorway I know that her skirt will be up and her knickers will be off. She exposes her boobs when she can, it does of course depend on how she is dressed. We had an email from the new friends we had made in Cardiff inviting us to join them for a few days in their caravan, on the south coast and as the weather forecast was good we thought why not. So we set off for Kent on Saturday morning. The rout entailed quite a lot of motorway travel so I knew that Leanne would be indulging in her new found hobby. She dressed in black stockings and suspenders, no bra or pants, my favourite red stiletto heeled, strappy red sandals and a red button down the front dress. Before we set off Leanne placed a sign in the back window of our car, which read. ‘Honk if I just made you horny’. As soon as we got onto the dual carriageway leading to the motorway she began unbuttoning the front of her dress starting at the bottom, by the time we had got out of town her stocking tops were on show and as we drove down the slipway onto the M1 her tits, thighs and pussy were bare to the world. It wasn’t long before we were passing Lorries and the horns were honking a plenty, as Leanne sat with her feet on the dashboard, pulling her pussy lips open and running her finger over her clit. We had only been travelling half an hour and she had already been seen by at least ten truckers, but the best was yet to come. In front was a mini bus which looked to be full of young lads, in the back window was a sign which said.’ Bus full of sex maniacs on tour, please give us a flash’ Boy were they in for a treat. I pulled out to overtake them going no more than five miles an hour faster. I parped my horn as we came up level with their back window. Leanne was going to make the most of this and slipped her dress right off and knelt on the seat with her boobs pressed against the window. The bus almost tipped over so many of the guys had rushed to get a view. She then turned around so that her bum was next to the window and she ran her fingers along her slit, showing them how wet and ready it was. As we cleared the front of the bus we saw a sign service area and Leanne asked me to stop and watch as she needed to bring herself off now, she felt so horny. So as I put on my indicator and pulled onto the approach road, Leanne’s heart skipped a beat when I told her the mini bus was also turning off. “You’d better find a place that’s a bit quieter then hadn’t you.” So I pulled into the lorry park and made my way to the back of a large roll sided vehicle were I didn’t think we could be seen. Leanne opened her door as the mini bus pulled up at the side of us Leanne got out of the car and took her dress off completely and laid it over the back of her seat. She then sat with her legs out of the car facing the mini bus, spread her legs and started stroking her pussy with her left hand and worked two fingers of her left hand into her hole. She leaned back onto me and I put my arms over her shoulders to play with her nipples, rubbing them between my fingers and pulling on them. Most of the guys from the mini bus were now stood in a group around Leanne vying for the best view, one of them stepped towards Leanne, and she just held up her hand and said “No” He backed off immediately and stood and watched with the others. It wasn’t long before Leanne screwed up her eyes, gave a deep sigh and gushed juices into the dust of the car park. There was a collective sigh from the audience and then a round of applause. Leanne stood up and did a little curtsy, reached behind her for her dress and put it on. She got back in the car and said “Ok, let’s get to Kent.” She blew kisses to the lads from the mini bus as we again set off for the motorway, with Leanne unfastening her dress again; she obviously hadn’t finished playing yet. We carried on down the M1, Leanne flashing her all to anyone who wanted to look; and then we joined the M25. Where the traffic slowed right down and we were at the side of a lorry for quite away, the driver had a passenger who leaned over him to get an eye full. He at one point took out his hard cock and pointed it at Leanne for several seconds, he was rubbing it slowly. At that point the traffic picked up speed and Leanne covered herself up for the rest of the journey. When we arrived at the holiday park, I was relieved that our new friend’s caravan was in fact a small chalet, so wouldn’t be associated with the rocking of a van, what a relief that was with what I hoped would be happening later.