chatting with the women – part 1
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Writes Pat:
I’ve been flashing now for most of my life and still love it (I’m 55 yrs old now, my earliest memory was flashing young Erica Sagetti, back in Grade 4). I’d like to share some of the more memorable moments…
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Wonderful Indian Girl (late 30s) at a tram stop at 7.30 pm (just getting dark). I’m just about to give up as there are no girls around here when I see this woman walking towards the tram stop. Oh yeah she looks good. She sits down inside the tram stop (shelter) and starts eating her lunch.
I’m sitting on a low brick fence in front of the shelter and just over to the side. She has a clear view of me. I’m wearing my favourite light blue running shorts (very brief with a tear down the front right leg up to my balls, no gusset/no knickers … my free swinging shorts) swinging my legs open. It didn’t take her long to notice what’s up.
She continues eating and spying a quick look at me every now and then. I say to her, “Is that your dinner, it smells nice” (some sort of curry).
She is now looking straight at me and says, “No this is lunch I didn’t get a chance to eat it earlier”.
I’m getting so excited now that she is looking straight at me so I let the Ole Lizard out for a bit and give him a light stroke. I then stand up making sure Ole Liz is looking straight ahead (and not out of my shorts) and proceed to sit in the corner of the shelter with this wonderful Indian girl about 2 feet away. I was so close I could smell the curry and womanly smell of this Indian woman. I’m so horny now and too far gone for any small talk (foreplay) so I just pull out Ole Liz and wank him off to full ejaculation, all the time admiring the shadow of my cock on the ground, in the glass of the tram shelter (Ole Liz was everywhere).
I noticed she was stealing looks all the time whilst I was jerking off.
After I’d ejaculated I said, “I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself”.
She said, “That’s OK, a man has needs sometimes and I understand”.
She added, “Do you have a girlfriend?”
“No.”
I said, “I hope you were not too uncomfortable during all that”.
“No it’s no problem for me, really I understand”.
Well if that wasn’t a green light, then I must be colour blind, so I grabbed Ole Liz again and got him out and hard for round two.
It didn’t take long for Ole Liz to get dancing and bobbing around again being the centre of attention and my universe. The smile on this girls face was out of this world. I continued gently stroking Ole Liz and talking to her at the same time. I then casually asked her would you like to give me a helping hand.
Next she reaches over (arm outstretched) and gives me a few tugs. She then moves in closer and I can feel her hip against mine as she strokes my old cock. She stopped after a while but I encouraged her to keep going (“oh please don’t stop now”). She must have been impressed with my old cock because she let one tram go past, determined to make me ejaculate a second time (which I did of course – I had to oblige her).
During our conversation, I learned that this wonderful Indian Girl worked as a house cleaner / nanny for the rich people in the area (Kew in Melbourne), and she lives in the same poor suburb as me (St.Albans). I’ve been all around my suburb, on the trains, buses everywhere looking for this Girl but no luck as yet.
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COMMENT:
Several points spring to mind, Pat, about this flash and talking to the woman…
Women are very receptive to talking to a flasher. Let’s not forget that they are people like ourselves…they may be bored, depressed, unhappy, etc and they may welcome a chat and some human company, especially if the flasher is reasonably good looking and personable!
From a legal perspective I suspect that once you start talking to them, and they reply, the whole dynamic may change. It may no longer (from a legal perspective) be a flasher/flashee situation, but rather a consensual agreement.
I also find if of interest that she asked you if you had a girlfriend. Women have to find a reason why you do what you do, and the only one they can come up with (I suspect) is that you don’t have a girlfriend/wife. Click HERE for another conversation where one of the very first questions the girl asked was, “Do you have a wife?”
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click HERE to continue with Pat’s experience…
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