Train journeys don’t have to be boring [MF] [PUBLIC]

I’m so glad you all enjoyed my first story, I know it was fairly tame so I’ll now share with you a more adventurous tale from a few years ago.

I’ve always been a confident outgoing person, never afraid to talk to strangers and make new friends. So, the scenario of being on a train alone and striking up a conversation with a handsome stranger is not out of the ordinary for me. He was mid 20’s, around 6ft and of average build, subtly good looking – not smack you in the face gorgeous, but you wouldn’t pass him by without a second glance. His most striking feature were his cobalt blue eyes, the sort you could get lost in for hours.

I was in my usual vintage garb; swing dress with a sweetheart neckline, seamed stockings and patent black high heels. We were sat opposite each other in one of the sections with a table in between us, very few other people in the carriage and they were spaced out far enough away that we could chat without having to lower our voices too much. I’d noticed him trying to look at me surreptitiously and called him out on it, embarrassing him slightly, but I put him at ease with a coy smile and a flutter of eyelashes.

Coffee Shop Teasing [MF] [public]

Hello my lovelies, whilst I’m new to posting on Reddit I’m not new to having adventures or fantasising about future ones. I’d like to share one with you now and if you like what you read then maybe I’ll share more ;-)

First off, a bit of backstory – if you’re not into fluff then you can skip on ahead to the next paragraph for the juicy bits! I’m in my (very) early 30’s, I have long red hair and sumptuous curves. I very much enjoy wearing vintage clothing, down to the underwear including nude seamed stockings and suspender belts, which is where my story begins;

So on a particularly windy day I was wearing my signature seamed stockings with a loose fitting swing dress and high heels. Walking down a quiet-ish street I swiftly regretted my choice of no knickers when the first gust of wind lifted my skirt exposing my smoothly waxed nakedness, although I did very much enjoy the rush of adrenaline as I hurriedly patted my dress down.