Where was I, oh yeah, adventures on the road. No pics to go along with any of these though. 

After my adventure in a LA I became a little bolder and went out in public a couple of time while I was traveling, these little adventures were mostly just driving around in my rental car, not very fulfilling, but arousing nonetheless. There was one though that sticks in my memory. 

I was in Buffalo, NY and decided to dress and drive to Niagara  Falls. Well, I got to the area of the falls and all of the places I could find to park were lots with attendants. I could not do that and I did not do a lot of looking, feeling somewhat conspicuous. I did however, find a place to park near a plaza with a fountain so I got out and walked around a bit, enjoying the feel of the breeze on my stocking clad legs and the billowing of my dress.

I walked up a set of steps and looked down into an amphitheater where there were some teenage boys skateboarding. I stood there watching and let my dress blow in the breeze, exposing a fair amount of leg to those below. I did attract their attention and a couple of them started up the steps towards me! 

That scared me a bit and I quickly turned and went back down to the plaza - as quickly as I could in my 4” high heels! By the time I got to the car they were close enough to call to me. I slowed as I got in the car, exposing my leg past the top of my stocking as I got in, then drove away. It was scary and exciting and something I have remembered for years.

There was another time where I went to Philadelphia and I had made arrangements to meet another CD. Back in those days it was not easy. We would answer ads (or place one) in CD magazines and correspond by letter, often exchanging photos. I had a post office box just for this purpose. Those of you who have only used e-mail cannot imagine the sense of excitement and anticipation (not to mention arousal) that I would experience when I found one or more letters in my PO box. It was a different world - I know, I sound like a geezer.

I would go out at lunch time, check my PO box, then park my car in a secluded spot, read the letters, look at the enclosed pictures, and often masturbate. There were number of CDs that I corresponded with regularly, and four of them that I actually met. I will tell about all of those meetings as I go along. The ballet boots featured in one of my gallery postings were loaned to me by a CD that I corresponded with. She mailed them to me and I returned them after playing with them for a while.

As I said, the meeting occurred in Philadelphia. The cross dresser, lets call her Judy (not her real name) was actually out almost full time, so she was much more experienced with being out in public. In fact she worked full time as a female. I dressed in my motel - I always tried to get places where I could park close to my room or at least get in and out without going through a lobby - and drove to her house, dressed as nicely as I could possibly manage. This was such a thrilling experience.

Judy took me to the Liberty Bell area where got out and walked around the plaza. Then we went to a small restaurant for dinner! Wow, I was walking on air! In addition to being out in public and seated in a restaurant, we were actually sitting at a table in the window where we could see passers by and they could see us - all of us from our high heeled feet to our feminine hairdos! It was a thrilling experience and one of the highlights of my public experiences. I enjoyed dinner immensely and really got off on sitting there and looking sexy. At the end of the evening we went back to her apartment and took a few pictures. Sorry to disappoint, but there were no sexual adventures. Many of us thought of ourselves as hetrosexual crossdressers in those days.