[F]lashing for a [M] stranger.

I [F40’s] had to work late the other day so the train home was quite empty. I was sat in an empty group of 6 seat and a chap was sat behind me with our backs too each other. I was just drifting off to sleep when his phone rang to which he answered. This usually pisses me off, having an arsehole brashly having a meaningless chat but the conversation got quite interesting. I obviously could only hear half the conversation but I gathered he was talking to a friend he hadn’t heard from for ages and was getting him up to speed with his life.

He got made redundant 2 years previous, his wife had left him a year later and was now living alone working all hours God send for minimum wage. I felt quite sorry for his hard up story and felt compelled to cheer him up.

I got up and went to the next carriage to find the toilet. Once in there I slipped off my jacket and undid my blouse. Undid my bra at the back and pulled the strap out of one sleeve and pulled the whole bra out of the other. I redid the blouse buttons leaving my cleavage fully out to see. I checked the mirror and my nipples were both visible in form and the dark shaded areola couold just be made out through the semi shear fabric.

I then lifted up my skirt and removed my knickers. I don’t normally wear underwear but it was TTOTM and need the extra protection of a pad. I then buried the string of my tampon up inside me. I licked my fingers and spread some spit on my pussy lips. The tampon stops any grool from weeping out and I wanted him to see I was turned on.

My skirt was cut just above my knee so I rolled up the waist band a few times to lift the hem line. Put my jacket back on and checked the mirror before leaving the loo.

I headed back past my original seat and sat down opposite him. He was quite old, may by late 50’s. He wasn’t my type. Not because of his age, I simply didn’t fancy him but I knew I would get turned on by giving him a flash of my pussy and give me something to masturbate about when I got home.

We politely smiled as I settled down in my seat and I removed my jacket. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him checking out my tits. His attention got me horny and I knew he would be able to see my nipples harden and point at him.

I purposely sat in a most unlady like fashion with my legs slightly parted. I wanted him to see my pussy so as the train rocked I exaggerated my leg movements to disguise them getting wider and wider apart. I had certainly got his attention now as I am sure he thought he might be in luck and witness an upskirt.

My skirt was tight across my legs, the hem about midway down my thighs. My pussy was on clear show apart from the fact we were too close to each other and he couldn’t get the right angle. A few minutes past and there wasn’t anything I could do to help him see me until I come up with the idea of putting my foot up on the chair next to him.

To make it more casual I pulled out my book from my bag and pretended to read. A minute late I place my foot up on the chair as if it was a normal thing for me to do to get comfy. This lifted the angle of the skirt and also allowed it to slip a bit further up my thigh. I didn’t immediately look up. I wanted to make sure he got a good look at me. I was worried he would try to politely avert his eyes in case I caught him.

Out of my peripheral vision I could see him staring. Tis got me really hot. I could feel the tingling of excitement in my clitoris. I was sure it would be swelling. I get so horny during my period and the slightest sexy though make my clit swell and push its way out from its pink hood. I could feel my heart racing and my nipples fired pleasure with each heartbeat.

I looked up from my book and looked at him. He averted his eyes from my pussy and looked me in the eye.

I asked if my foot on the chair beside him was a problem.

He stumbled his words as he said it was perfectly fine before looking out of the window. I looked at his crutch and his jeans were straining with a bulge. I looked back at my book and saw him gradually return his gaze up my skirt. Before long we pulled into a station and he got up to get off.

Ii can only hope he had a good wank at the thought of the view he had. I know I could barely get through my front door before my fingers were deep inside me to relieve the sexual tension.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7z835m/flashing_for_a_m_stranger