My Sex Life - Part 9: Mid-teen Years Pt 2 SeXStoRY

This is the latest episode exploring my growing sexuality from the age of 4 years old and upwards. Please read the others and post your comments. These events took place around 1988 when I was 16. All events described below really did take place - luckily for me before mobile phones and road-side safety cameras became commonplace! After my first couple of times of going outdoors specifically to be naked and to masturbate (see parts 6 & 7) there was no stopping me! I was constantly heading out into the garden after coming home from school to be naked and to wank my cock and I was always thinking of more and more exciting public places that I could go. There were a couple of parks in Lisburn that I wanted to visit sometime as well as a patch of woodland at the back of the housing estate I lived in that I had been to before when much younger (about 10 years old - see part 5), before I had discovered the joys of self-pleasuring! But the one place I wanted to get to more than any other after my last exploit was the M1 motorway. So one evening after dinner I walked along the Hillsborough Road out of town and then turned up the Blaris Road, which runs parallel with part of the motorway by the Sprucefield junction. It was starting to get dark by now as I climbed a gate and crossed the field between the two roads. I sat at the base of the grassy embankment by the on-slip road for a while waiting for it to get darker, listening to the traffic racing by yards away and also debating the wisdom of what I was about to do! I stripped off all my clothes as the last light started to fade from the sky and I made my way up the embankment to the road above. I paused as my head cleared the bank and I could see the traffic going past me beyond the crash barrier. I was at a point just where the slip road actually joined the main part of the motorway and by now the volume of traffic had reduced to around 10 a minute on the motorway itself and maybe two or three a minute coming up the sliproad. I stayed where I was, yards from the traffic going past, and began to masturbate my already hard cock and it was not long before this led me to becoming bolder. I moved further up the bank until I was at the top and stood right by the barrier still masturbating. It was getting quite dark by now and all the traffic had their headlights on and there I was stood in the headlight beams wanking my cock! I was waiting for someone to toot their horn, flash their lights or slow down but nobody did - it was as if they could not see me! Emboldened still further by this and now approaching climax, I climbed over the crash barrier onto the hard shoulder of the motorway and masturbated furiously until I shot a huge load of cum over the road while the traffic raced by just feet away! Incredibly, it still seemed as if no-one had seen me! I was so emboldened by this that on my way home I started to hatch a new plan. Not only did I want to do the motorway again but I also wanted to do more dressing up and to get more daring with it too! So a couple of weeks later, one day after school, I went home and packed a bag with a pair of high heels, panties, bra and a long shirt which when belted at the waist looked a bit like a short dress and I walked up to a little lane I knew called Priest's Lane just off the Blaris road and right by the Sprucefield junction of the M1. In a hedge at the end of the lane I hid the bag for later and then went home again. That evening I could hardly eat my dinner or do my homework I was so excited at the thought of what I was going to do. As soon as I could I headed out "to visit my friends" but instead I headed out of town again to pick up my bag and go have some fun! Initially I could not find the bag where I had hidden it but it turned out I just did not remember correctly exactly where I had put it and I had hidden it too well! With a sigh a relief I spied it buried deep in the undergrowth. It was a couple of weeks closer to summer now and I had headed out earlier in the evening so it was still quite light and I could not find anywhere suitable to change into my "sexy gear", so in the end I just changed there and then - in Priest's Lane, which led down to a few houses at the end, and just yards away from where it joined the Blaris Road. Luckily no-one came up or down the lane while I stripped off my clothes and put on my bra, "dress", panties and heels. That done, I put my clothes into the bag and hid it again in the hedge for later - I hoped! Now, strangely, came one of the hardest things I had done to date - all dressed up in my heels and very short "dress" and in broad daylight still, I stepped out from the security of the quiet lane and onto the Blaris Road. This took a surprisingly great deal of willpower and courage to do! To expose myself in a totally new way and in such a public fashion too was terrifying! Luckily, initially at least, the Blaris Road was quiet. My plan was to walk the half-mile or so down to the very busy Hillsborough Road junction, cross over onto the Ravernet Road and from there gain access to the M1 motorway. I began to walk along the road feeling very conspicuous and incredibly nervous. I did not think that I would meet anyone else on foot but I knew at some point that someone was going to drive past and see me in my heels and a "dress" which only came down to mid-thigh! I was both dreading the moment and looking forward to it! Would they know me for what I was - a teenage boy in heels! - or would they "see" a young woman strolling along the road in a sexy outfit? I had shoulder length, curly, blonde hair at the time and what I thought were quite effeminate features, so I hoped for the latter! After a few minutes I began to realise that walking around your house in heels is not the same as walking half a mile along a road in them! I tried to swing my hips and wriggle my bum as I walked but I am sure I probably just looked like I was about to fall over with every step! It was as I was questioning my sanity in doing this that the first car drove past me! It came from behind so I did not hear it until quite late and then when I did hear it my heart leapt in to my mouth and I almost looked for somewhere to hide, I was so scared about what might happen! Then the car drove on down to the end of the road and time began once again! Had they seen me? Did they think I was a girl? Now I began to get excited and that always makes me bolder. With renewed vigour I continued walking towards the end of the road. Several more cars drove past me before I reached the junction, most from behind but one or two came from the front so I could watch the driver and passengers as thy drove past to see if they looked at me. With one of them I even waved at them and they waved back! I was full of confidence then when I rounded the last bend and came to the very busy Hillsborough Road - two lanes of traffic in each direction, with pedestrian crossing points controlled by traffic lights. The main route into Lisburn from the west and south. It was busy! Even at this time of the evening (it was approaching 8 o'clock now) I reckon there were over a hundred vehicles that passed me as I stood at the side of the road waiting for the lights to change. There I was in my heels and short dress while cars with commuters and families, vans, trucks and buses drove past just feet away! How many of them knew or guessed what I was? Did any of them know me? It was so exciting to be stood there for all to see! Eventually the lights changed and I crossed the road and then walked alongside it for a short while before turning onto the Ravernet Road. Very quickly I came to the junction with the Old Hllsborough Road and just beyond that the Ravenet Road went underneath the M1. It was here that I scrambled up the grassy bank to the side of the motorway. My climb was quite exposed initially but towards the top gorse and broom obscured me from view from below. Now came the most daring part of the evening! Light was beginning to fade now but it was still more than good enough for most of the traffic not to have turned on their lights yet. I was slightly further along the motorway this time, just after where the sliproad merged with the main carriageway. I stood by the crash barrier for a few minutes watching the traffic and making sure no-one had seen me climb up the bank and had followed me. When I was sure that it was just me and the motorway traffic I climbed over the barrier, still in my sexy gear, and strolled along the hard shoulder for a few yards, facing the oncoming traffic, until I reached the first concrete post that supported the barrier of the bridge over the Ravernet Road. It was still daylight and everyone driving past must have seen me! I lounged seductively against the post for a few minutes watching the traffic going past and then I began to do a slow striptease! I eased my dress up over my hips to expose my panties, then I slowly eased it down over my shoulders and freed my arms to expose my bra. I massaged my "breasts" and slowly rubbed my fingers along the crotch of my panties all the while watching the traffic racing past yards away! I felt so turned-on by the whole experience! Here I was giving a public striptease and sex-show on the motorway and hopefully everyone going past thought I was a girl! I lounged there against the post rubbing myself in the fading sunlight and watching the traffic race past just yards away for what felt like ages. I know that some of the drivers and passengers saw me because I could see them turning their heads and staring as they drove past and several did toot their car horns this time. I was really turned-on now and I dropped my dress over my hips and to the ground and stood there in my lingerie and heels rubbing my hard cock through the fabric of my panties. Eventually, as the light began to fade, I removed my bra and panties and stood there in front of the oncoming traffic in just a pair of high heels, raging hard-on dripping pre-cum. I grabbed my cock and began to masturbate, nice and slowly and deliciously, watching the traffic going past. I fell to my knees and leant over backwards so that my cock was sticking up into the air and I masturbated like that for several minutes until eventually a gagantic spurt of cum erupted out of the end of my cock just as a bus drove past and all the passengers could see me! Spurt after spurt after spurt gushed from my cock until eventually I was spent and some sense came back to me! Had I really just down a striptease on the hard shoulder of a busy motorway in broad daylight and then masturbated to climax in full view as people drove past just yards away?! Where were the police?!! I quickly grabbed my gear and climbed over the barrier as more cars beeped their horns. Once obscured I dressed again but I did not put on my panties - I left them hung on a bolt of the crash barrier for all traffic to see in the future. Then I slid down the bank and returned to the very busy Hillsborough Road in my short dress and no knickers. Any kind of breeze would expose my all again! I crossed the road and returned back up the Blaris Road to retrieve my bag. So emboldened by the whole incident was I that I carried the bag with my regular clothes in it and walked the mile and a half home along the Hillsborough Road wearing just my dress and heels! I did not change again until I was in my own garden!