Yesterday was another fun day! If you haven’t read my other stories, I’m in my 40s, 5’3, 36DD, wear a size 4 and have recently gotten into flashing and exhibitionism.

I had an appointment in town and decided to take the train instead of drive. I wore a cute flowery dress that stopped a few inches above my knee, and no panties of course.

The train ride into town was uneventful and I had a bit of time to kill before my appointment. So I found an outdoor cafe where I could do some people watching. Or rather, have some people watch me. I made sure to pick a spot that would allow anyone walking by to see right up my dress, hoping to catch as many eyes as possible.

The first guy I noticed sitting a few feet away had dark blonde hair, blue pants and a grey polo that showed off his muscular arms. I definitely like bigger, more muscular guys and he would definitely make my “fuck” list. I was wearing sunglasses and didn’t actively make eye contact with him, but I did catch him looking at my pussy several times. Unfortunately he left before it went any further.

A few minutes later, I saw 2 guys talking and looking my way. They could definitely see up my dress from where they were sitting, so I gave them a smile and encouraged them to keep looking. By the point, I can feel how wet I am. It’s a good thing I had to leave for my appointment, but I still had the train ride home.

And what a fun train trip it was! Shortly after we boarded, an older gentlemen, maybe in his late 50s, in a suit and tie sat down opposite of me. Very professional, and very handsome. Everyone on the train was looking down at their phones, except him. His phone was tucked into his jacket pocket and he was looking around the train car. I casually crossed my ankles and spread my thighs, knowing that it would give him the perfect view of my pussy.

We quickly made eye contact and I gave him a flirty grin. I tried not to stare, but I wasn’t shy about flirting. As the train moved down the tracks, I caught him looking multiple times. He’d glance past me, side to side, and then back to my pussy. As if he didn’t want to get caught! The longer this goes on, the wetter I am getting. Our glances became more frequent, flirtier, and more intentional. He knew my game and he knew he could openly stare at me. He also knew that’s exactly what I wanted and needed.

I was approaching my stop soon, and wanted to give him (and me) one last little thrill. I slid my hand slowly up my thigh, exposing a little more of my leg and even more of my pussy to him. I quickly swiped a finger over my pussy lips and could feel how incredibly soaked I was. But most importantly, he watched as I did it and gave me the smile and acknowledgement that I craved.

When the train doors opened, I noticed that he too was exiting and I tried my best to find him in the sea of people. Perhaps I could walk up the stairs in front of him, giving him a good view from behind. Unfortunately, I lost him but he was certainly on my mind later that day! And I hope I was on his mind as well!