For the last two months I've been entertaining myself and getting off from what I've been doing. At the very start of all this I was in a bar with a male friend. He'd gone outside to phone a taxi to take us back to his flat, so we could have sex. When he was outside, I overheard an older woman describing to another woman, how she'd flashed to a young guy at a train station and then during the short train journey, she flashed her pussy to him twice more. She went into detail of how the teenager had reacted. Telling her friend how she really wanted to take him home and fuck him, if only she wasn't married. The evening I spent with my friend was awsome, as I was super horny and for the very first time in my life, I was anally fucked. Two days later I was on a train bound for London, the journey being two and half hours. About an hour into the journey, an older suited professional guy got on at one of the few stops it stopped at. Immediately thinking of what the women had spoken about, I got up, went the ladies and removed my knickers. Sitting back down oposite him, but across the aisle, I slowly let my legs slide up and over one another, revealing if he wanted to see my neatly trimmed brunette haired pussy. Purposely I made the short skirt of my business suit I was wearing, ride up, showing more and more of my thighs to him. Looking out at the corner of my eyes, I could see him checking me out, so I ever so slowly spread my legs and raised one knee. It made my skirt ride right up even more and also had the effect of making my pussy lips pull apart. I was only three feet from where he was sat and I knew he could easilly see my wettening pussy. I quickly looked straight at him and at his handsome face. He was staring at my pussy and his right hand was massaging the growing bulge in his trousers. When he eventually looked up, he found me looking straight into his eyes. He moved himself as if to make out he'd just turned and seen me. For the rest of the journey down I lost count of the times I caught him looking at my legs, breasts and pussy. Just before the final stop in London I repeated what I'd done earlier, but put a hand down to my pussy lips and stroked along them, sliding a finger inside my labias. I swear he almost came going by the moan he made. As I stood waiting for the doors to open he came right up behind me, touched my shoulder and gave me his business card. Smiling I told him, I only visit London once a month and probably wouldn't need his companies services. What I didn't add was, if he was available later that day, I might just have dinner and who knows what else afterwards with him, as the train door opened.
Every oportunity since then, I've taken to expose myself to strangers, always in crowded places and never going beyond that. The reason I'm here today confessing is I'm going back to London tomorrow (Friday) and staying over the weekend. If my silver haired business man is on the train this time, I'm going to flash him again. this time though I think I might invite him into the ladies with me, who knows he might just want to spend the weekend together.