On the train
I was a train from London to Liverpool late one evening and found myself sitting diagonally opposite a girl clearly coming back from a night out. She was chatting to her friend sitting opposite who I couldn't see but sat with her legs tucked partially under her making her skirt ride up and revealing the top of her black hold-ups. I kept glancing over and it was on the fourth or fifth glance that she looked at me as I looked up from her legs.
She didn't turn away at all but held my glance all the time continuing a chat about work with her friend. After what seemed like 10 minutes but was probably 10 seconds, she uncurled her legs from under her and turned to face her friend with both feet back on the ground she then glanced over at me looking a bit embarrassed to be caught peeping in my business suit, and slowly pulled her skirt up with one hand to show both her stocking tops. With her skirt now well over her thighs she rested both her hands back on the table and sat with her legs on display. They were perfect, with just a small ridge of flesh where her stockings dug in. She sat like this for 15 or 20 minutes and then they announced that Milton Keynes Central was the next stop in five minutes.
With that I thought I'd take one last look and again she looked me straight in the eye as I looked up from her thighs. Still holding my gaze, she glanced down at her thighs then opened her legs wide with one knee falling almost to the edge of the seat. She had nothing on under her skirt and I stared, probably open mouthed, at her neatly trimmed bush. She sat like that for less than a minute before getting up, smoothing down her skirt and getting her bag from the overhead rack. She had to pass me on the way to the door and bent down and said "enjoy the REST of your journey" before departing the train. I couldn't get up for ten minutes or so without a clear display of my appreciation!
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