[memores]

One Sunday afternoon, we were driving home on an interstate and Di said watch this. She pulled her top down and popped her puppies out of her bra. The driver of the 18 wheeler we were passing blew his horn and Di smiled and waved at him. After, she asked if I minded her demonstration. Nope, I didn't mind at all, and I think we're going to have a grand time.

Before getting home I needed to stop at an ATM for some cash. Di asked which one and I told her. She was not thrilled with my choice. Di said she had danced at that ATM, and I asked what she was talking about. She said she had performed a little dance for most but not all the ATM security video cameras. She had danced at this one a couple of times. I wanted to see.

At the ATM I went through the process of withdrawing cash, and Di started her dance. I leaned against the car and watched.

She was very fluid. I'm sure she had some professional training. In a very easy move, her top came off. And in a couple of turns, her skirt fell to the ground. She had her eyes closed and I believe she didn't even know I was there watching. It appeared she was definitely in her own world. Her bra came off. I didn't see her unhook the catch or drop the straps, it just came off. She did have to work at getting her panties down, but down they came. She danced for a moment and then, in a very reserve pose, with her knees together and her legs slightly bent, one arm covering her nipples, maybe a Betty Boop pose, she looked at the camera and threw it a kiss.

Di grabbed her clothes and jumped in the car. I stepped in the car and she said, "Wow, that was fun." I thought she was spaced out on something, but no, not so. She left very early the next morning to go home and get dressed for work. And me, I'm in a state of euphoria and confusion.