1. The Lingerie Tester - Part 1


    Date: 9/1/2017, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: blin18, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    that if they’re persistent then they might be rewarded. It doesn’t take long. Most of them are looking by the time I sit down, but if not they will be within a few seconds. I like to read a book, that way they can see I’m not taking any notice of them, and the barrier of the book over the hem of my skirt makes it all the more realistic that I don’t know I’m flashing. I’m not a tease though. I don’t promise the opportunity of a peek and then fail to deliver. Once I know they’re looking, I get started immediately. Usually I lift one leg to slowly scratch my ankle and then put it down with my knees further apart and my little skirt hiked a bit higher. Once they can see my panties, then it’s a case of rinse and repeat. You can’t just sit there like a bump on a log, you have to provide a show. Give a little more, sure, but take a little bit away too, just to keep them sharp. It’s not all one sided. I mean, I like to peek at them watching, but I love what it does to Geoff. I don’t usually do it if he’s not there. I share my time between watching the guy in my peripheral vision and stealing glances at Geoff. And he is not one to disappoint: he always lets me see how excited I’ve gotten him, winking at me and showing me the thick bulge in his trousers. Then of course that makes me excited, thinking about the things he’s going to tell me afterwards. And the things he’s going to do! If the train trip is long enough, there’ll be a little wet stain on the gusset of my panties before we ...
    get off. If the guy has gotten me that hot and bothered, I always reward him with an extra flash, pretending I almost missed my stop and frantically fumbling with my book and my bag between wide open legs. Geoff would love a photo of that, but it’s just impossible to take one discreetly on a train. ~~~ Finding out that Geoff enjoys watching and I enjoy flashing was good communication – evidence of a healthy relationship – but finding out about the touching was plain old dumb luck. We were on the train together (to go to work, not for flashing) so it was peak hour and neither of us could get a seat. As the train started to fill up, the people got closer and closer and we finally crossed that threshold where touching was inevitable, and from then on it was body-on-body all the way to the city. Common courtesy dictates that chaste touching on the sides and back is acceptable, but that a small space in front of you is sacrosanct. It’s not true for everyone – I mean some guys will happily dry hump you from any direction – but it’s a rule I follow and I use that little space to hold my book so that I can keep reading. On this occasion, I was using one of those vertical hand railings to help preserve my little personal space, but as the train got more crowded, I kept getting pushed from behind, closer and closer to the bar. I was so absorbed in my book that at first I didn’t take any notice when my breast pressed into the bar, but I sure as hell noticed when the ‘bar’ moved beneath ...
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