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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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so its not a pub but.....
Flashing with company.....
As the hot water flows from the shower above and hits my face, I feel it cascading on to my neck and breasts and flowing down the rest of my body. My mind drifts to the day ahead, and begins to plan just what I will wear.
Recent gifts and purchases flash through my mind, alongside just what the day could entail.
Little black dress perhaps? Too much for coffee, hmm what about that new skirt? The short black one, settling on the sexy secretary look, smart enough for London without being too overdressed.
Stepping out of the shower and towelling myself dry I agree with myself, it must include stockings.... and a suspender belt, but how will I choose between 8, 12 or 14 straps?
As my body becomes dry I refocus on dressing and paying particular attention to my stockings first, wearing hosiery gloves so not to damage the stockings brought by the postman this morning. I take them out of the packet and give them their first inspection, sheer black stockings with a gorgeous red and black lace welt, so soft and deep it will look divine resting against my thigh.
Carefully opening the stocking for the first time, with that new smell setting my heart all a flutter as I first of all encase my toes in nylon for the day. As I bring the stocking up my leg, nylon caressing my skin they are over my knee and to the top of my thigh. As I stroke my thigh I look forward to putting the second stocking on, and do so carefully without hesitation.
Somehow stocking clad legs feel so sexy the nylon kisses my legs, and my hand traces the shape from my toe to my thigh.
Attaching my 8 strap suspender belt metal clasp by clasp, making sure they are straight and taut to keep them confidently fixed for the day ahead, a tingle runs from the top of my neck to the tip of my toes making me shudder.
The lacy red and black bra and panty set finishes of my underwear with such style, I look at myself in the mirror and take a look at my curves, rubbing my hand over my body. Sighing deeply I drift off into a day dream again.
Rushing, as the day dream had taken more time than I planned for, I finish my outfit with my knee length black pencil skirt, a long white shirt, slightly see through and with a low cut V-neck, and a black belt tight around my waist.
Finishing the picture with make-up, taking care to put just enough on to suit the day’s plans. With one final glance in the mirror I add my 3” deep green heels and rush out of the door.
Arriving in London and the meeting place, the journey had already got me hot and flustered, ready for a coffee, hopefully a little something more.
He arrives, my heart pounds, and Goosebumps run riot all over my body. As he orders coffee I catch him glimpsing over his shoulder at me, I pretend not to notice, fluttering my eyelashes at him as I try to calm myself down slightly before he joins me at the table.
As we enjoy the coffee, I give him a little flash of my stocking top he enjoys the moment but becomes aware of other eyes in the room watching what my next move will be.
He tells me I’m naughty, like that will put me off! Unfortunately this only encourages an innocent girl like me to do it more. Catching the glances of 3 other men who have noticed what’s happening but daren’t come any closer I flash a little more, enough to tantalise, without being too slutty.
Apparently its best if we leave before I get a bit too over excited, or is it really because he can’t wait much longer before he can have me all to himself? Whichever it is I am feeling hornier as the minutes tick by and he takes my arm and escorts me to the train towards his home.
He sits facing me, the carriage has a few people in but not too many. I flash a little top for his pleasure, out of the corner of my eye I catch another gentleman looking my way. He stands by the train door looking through the glass at my stocking top which is on display. He sees me noticing him and appears to look away not wanting to be caught, or trying to tease me. He knows exactly what I’m doing.
Flashing a little bit more I pretend to not notice the admirer looking by smiling at the company I am with and giggling with him about my renewed naughtiness, once again I glance over towards my gentleman admirer and him a give a shy wink. He winks back, and before I know it he is coming over to sit nearer to me and my company.
My heart is leaping out of my chest, and I’m wondering what the hell I’ve done but I’m also so wet and horny by this point. My company doesn’t know quite where to look or if to look at the other gentleman admirer or not. I pretend everything is normal, just hoping he doesn’t come any closer than where he is sitting now.
By now I have two gentlemen looking at me flashing, so having some fun with the situation and glancing around to see who else is looking or can see (noticing that others may be able to see but are certainly not responding to the situation if they can). I rub the clasps one by one looking to my company for some reassurance, revealing a little more leg each time. The gentleman admirer puts his bag on his lap as if to cover up what was happening to him, and to hide what was going on.
There was another stirring in the crotch of my company who looked as if he was enjoying it as much as the admirer, except knowing that he would before long be having lots more of me than the admirer would ever have the chance of.
We pulled in at another stop, the admirer was making his way towards the door and with a returning glance mouthed thank you to me as I winked at him. He got off the train, glanced over his shoulder and winked at me as the train pulled out of the station.
I giggled with my company about what the admirer would be doing when he got home! As we were nearing our stop decorum was restored at least for a few minutes anyway!
Stepping off the train onto a freezing cold platform to wait for our connecting train I stood close to him so I could tease him, rubbing my nylon and heeled foot up his leg, right up to his crotch. He looked at me for a moment with a look of “just how much longer do I have to wait until I can fuck you?”
As the next train arrived at the platform there was an air of urgency increasing in our step, sitting at one end of a quiet carriage I flashed him full on, knickers, suspender belt and stockings on view to him only.
My company can’t take it any longer, and he begins to stroke my knee a little, my body is crying out for more. He senses this and slips his hand further up my thigh and caressing my lacy stocking top. Fingers creeping up beyond my stocking top and the clasps, he cheekily sneaks a finger higher rubbing my panties. I’m sure he can feel how wet I am now and how ready I am for him.
I lean in closer and kiss him on the lips, the smell of sex is in the air, he is rock hard and I am so wet. The train pulls into the station; we jump off and walk with purpose to his flat.
I'll leave it to your imagination what came next....
Innocent  |
It should be a lot of fun as the mini is so short she will be totally unable to avoid flashing her neatly trimmed pussy.
