When I was in my mid-20s (mid-1990s), I was a single college-grad and living on my own. I was on my second professional job, working my way up the corporate ladder. I'd had enough of driving clunker cars, and decided my next investment would be a nice ride. So I bought a brand new 95 Mustang GT convertible, white with white top. Last year of the 5.0 engine, it was a sweet ride. Red cloth seats, blackouts on the headlights and taillights (added after the picture was taken) ... that car got me more trim than I care to admit. Second best investment ever, second only to my Corvette later on.
So here I was, working in an office, single, friendly wth all the 'older' ladies, just in a flirtatious way - nothing serious (as my friend once said, don't get your honey where you get your money!). I was friends with one lady whose daughter (call her Julie) was a total sweetie - strawberry blonde, thin, sweet and a senior in high school just turned 18. I was 'too old' for the daughter, but Mom and I had a pretty good friendship going. So, when Julie won the title of Ms. High School, guess who Mom thought of when it came time to drive the Queen and her Court in all the spring parades! Hot new Mustang was JUST what the doctor ordered!
It really seemed like it was going to be a babysitting job, but what the heck - it would give me a good reason to take a few random Fridays off work. So for the first parade we went to in early April, I picked up Mom, Julie and one of the Julie's friends at the school. Julie was wearing a nice spring dress, rather short (mid-thigh) but very flowery and pretty, with her sash and tiara in tow. When she was climbing into the car, the friend said 'Gee Julie I'm glad to see you wore your panties today!' Apparently I had missed a pretty good crotch-shot while she was climbing into the back seat of the Stang. So in the spirit of good fun, I said 'What color are they?' Her friend said 'PINK!!' and Julie proceeded to blush enough to match her strawberry hair!! We all had a good laugh!
Somewhere during the drive from the school to the parade site, after having been informed of Julie's panty visibility, I realized that I was about to be in for a serious show. Think about it - in a Mustang driver's seat, low to the ground, with four 18-year-olds about to be sitting in short skirts on the back deck of my car with their feet on the back seat. PERFECT visibility in the rear-view mirror. By the time we got there, I already had the mirror adjusted correctly
We got to the parade site and I put the top down on the car. It had been decided that since it would be the Queen and the 3 members of her Court riding with her, the best way to display them would be to have them riding sitting on the folded-down convertible top with pillows under it to keep it from collapsing, and they would rest their feet on the back seat. I would drive, and Julie's friend would ride with me up front to take care of water bottles, purses, and anything else the ladies might need. So we got the convertible top down and stuffed with pillows, and put the leather cover over the top to give them a surface to sit on.
Sure enough, all 3 Court members were wearing very short dresses similar to Julie's, and I knew I was in for the show of my life. The parade got lined up, and all 4 young ladies climbed into the back seat and sat down on the back deck. Sure enough, Julie was in the middle of them, spreading her legs wide while she got adjusted and made room for the other 3 ladies. And every time she adjusted herself or her dress, I saw nothing but PINK crotch!! And the great part, since I had changed the angle of the rear-view mirror and my eyes were at their crotch level, none of them could see my eyes in the reflection, so they had NO freakin' idea where I was looking!
Over the course of the 30-minute parade, I was treated to panty shots of all 4 of them multiple times - 2 white silky bikinis, Julie's pink cotton, and one blue lacy thing that must have had a liner in it because unfortunately it was not see-through. It was the strangest, most surreal thing ever - to be driving 5 mph down a road lined with hundreds and hundreds of cheering waving people, with a not-unattractive Queen-friend sitting beside me, and me staring at the crotches of her four 18-year-old hottie friends, and none of them the wiser.
That spring, I drove those 4 ladies in 4 different parades, and was treated to a 4-way upskirt every single time. Ah, I still remember those days VERY fondly.
I loved that car.