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F-to-M, Public Sex, Mature
On most of the working days in my second summer holidays I'd take the same tube in the morning and whenever possible.
I'd sit in the same seat when I could.
Most mornings I noticed there was an older man, around his late 40's, possibly early 50's well within what I now know to be my preferred age group, he was attractive, average height, clean, dark hair, greying at the temples, and blue eyes.
He smelled nice, and was reasonably presentable. He would often sit opposite me, he carried a briefcase, so clearly he worked somewhere in the city.
After a while he started to nod at me as a form of greeting, which I only faintly acknowledged, though I have to admit I liked his attention.
The underground coaches tend to roll a bit as they travel along, and although I crossed my legs at the ankles, pressing my calves together, my knees would bounce around a bit, parting slightly and then bumping together again, after a few days I noticed he would quite often look at my legs as they moved apart, quickly looking away as he saw that I'd seen his interest, but he was too late, I knew he was looking up my skirt at my underwear, and he had no idea what he was in for over the next five or six weeks, equally, neither did I know what I was in for either.
From then on, I wore shorter looser skirts, more full and lacier underwear, plenty of frills and patterns on my panties so that a glimpse would be enough to make his heart flutter. I gradually revealed a little more, using the rocking of the carriage as the cover for my inadvertent exhibitions of lingerie.
One day I got onto the train at my stop, and he was sitting there as usual, I sat in the seat directly opposite him, and I saw him shift his position to get a better view, the train lurched unexpectedly and by knees swung apart a bit more than I usually allowed, he swallowed hard, as he saw the frothy sea of white lacy underwear, and a full unexpurgated view with my peach, this is what I call my vulva, my plump outer labia, that swell in a pair of smooth curves outside my small labia, regardless of whether you look from the front or the back, the shape resembles a sweet, juicy peach, pressing hard against the gusset of my panties.
There were a few people at the other end of the carriage far enough away not to see anything, he looked around at them to make sure they weren't looking, and shifting his weight again, he reached down and adjusted himself. I could clearly see that he had a fairly big erection, he blushed and smiled at me, but I pretended not to notice, after a few minutes when he had settled, I unthinkingly reached under the hem of my skirt, and adjusted my slip which had tucked under me, folding back on itself and feeling a little uncomfortable to sit on, his eyes opened wide, and he took a deep breath inward, the tube train arrived at my station, and I got off, flicking my skirt up at the back as I did so, revealing a little more lace, and quite a bit of the back of my thighs, as the carriages pulled out of the station, I saw him watching me as it left and I was secretly thrilled to have such an unexpected effect on a mature man.
On my way home that night, he was on the train as well, it was quite busy.
So I waited until the seat opposite him was free, moving casually down the carriage and sitting down, accidentally catching my skirt hem with my handbag and pulling it up on the right so he could see my thighs, and the straps of my suspenders, including the lace welt's of the stockings, after a minute or so, I noticed what I had done, I lifted my bottom up, and rearranged it to a more modest appearance, but giving him an extra view of my panties under th
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