[Lucky_doug]

Just yesterday I was running a little late, having overslept, as I was enjoying the tail-end of a sexy dream.

I managed to get to the station as the train I was to catch had appeared in the distance, meaning there was about a minute before it actually arrived. I was more concerned that I validated my Metro Card, after all, we don’t want to be aught without a validated ticket by the roving band of officers who can inflict on-the-spot fines of $200!

Having successfully validated my card, I made my way done the platform to find a place to stand which would allow me to enter the appropriate carriage which would stop opposite the closest exit at my point of arrival.

As I was making my way down the crowded platform, I noticed a pretty woman in a remarkably short black dress sitting down on one of the benches along the platform. Seeing as this looked like a likely prospect for an impromptu upskirt I changed my mind about continuing along the platform.

As I walked past, I was sure, that despite her legs being crossed, normally a sure-fire method to dash any hope of seeing anything, I could see a little black triangle. I stopped and retraced my steps to make sure. My second pass was just as definitive as my first. She was wearing black panties to match her dress. Many women do this out of dress-sense or just to minimise a contrasting colour drawing extra attention to what she may be wearing beneath her dress.

Needless to say, I was pretty certain she was wearing tight little black panties. Still, I decided to see if, when she got up her act of uncrossing her legs would reveal any more information of what lay below.

I really didn’t have to wait very long as the train was virtually in the station and slowing down to a halt. People started jostling to get on to the train, I stayed put waiting for my target to make a move. Sure enough, a few seconds after the other commuters had already entered the carriage my ‘miss’ uncrossed her legs.

I was not expecting to see what she revealed to my feasting eyes. I had expected to see a tight black visage in that little triangle that we are so familiar with. What I saw was a beautiful view of blue and mottled red silk or satin across her pubic, pussy area. What’s more, usually a woman is sufficiently discreet to only part her legs momentarily, for a brief second no more, and revealing the minimum of space between their legs. In this case, she parted her legs quite a bit more than normal and for what must have been at least two to three seconds, giving me a veritable feast of her charms.
Once it was over, she disappeared into the crowd, as did I, in another direction. But not before I had enjoyed a quick, candid, and very unexpected glimpse of this attractive woman’s panties. Gazing upon her intimate apparel had made my morning all the more pleasurable, and enjoyable.