chatting with the women – part 2
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Pat continues:
Maltese girl, about 35 yrs old with big tits, at a bus shelter near a Hospital.
It was about 9pm and it was a hot night. I was wearing my favourite light blue running shorts, singlet and running shoes (as if I were out jogging).
I jogged up to the bus shelter, stopped and pretended I sprained an ankle. I then sat myself down inside the bus shelter, massaging my leg and moaning loudly. The girl gets up and walks just outside of the shelter, but stays directly in front of it.
I strike up a conversation, “R U waiting for the bus love? I think they are all finished for the day, u should catch the train, the train station is just up the road a bit”.
She replies “No, I’m just a bit sad because my daughter is in the hospital emergency department for overnight observation”.
I then spot a plastic bag in her hand and notice a strong paint smell in the shelter. So I ask her, “What r u doing with that plastic bag?” (I really didn’t know what it was for).
She replies, “I’m just sniffing some paint before I go home, it helps me forget”.
“Oh I see,” is my reply.
I’m now stroking my cock in her direction, but she doesn’t notice it for a while. When she finally realises what I’m doing she says in a surprised voice, “What are you doing in there”.
I replied, “It’s so hot tonight and I feel so horny just watching you move about”.
She is now staring straight at my fully hard Ole Lizard. She then walks back into the bus shelter and just sits down next to me and starts stroking Ole Liz for me. After a while she gets down on her knees in front of me a gives me a head job, I couldn’t believe my luck. I didn’t ask for any of this, she was just willing and wanted to forget something sad for a minute (apparently her 16 yr old daughter was in hospital for a drug overdose).
After I shot my load for her (not in her mouth unfortunately) we just sat in that bus shelter and talked for a while. I later walked her to the train station and sat on the platform with her waiting for the train. Whilst we were waiting I continued to flash/jerk in front of her while we were talking on the platform.
She said, “You’re a randy old bugger, aren’t you?”
“Ohhh yeah and proud of it,” was my reply.
I was hoping/praying that some other girl would walk onto the platform and see me wanking off, but my prayers were not answered this time. When her train arrived we got up off the seat and she gave me a kiss and hug and she grabbed my cock and said, “Thank you for being a friend”. I walked off that platform as proud as can be with the biggest hard-on bulging out in front of my brief shorts. And there were plenty of people inside the train who would have noticed it (at least I hope they did).
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COMMENT:
You say you couldn’t believe your luck, but luck had little to do with it. Luck is of course a factor but not the only factor. Simply said, flashers who put the numbers in are likely to be “luckier” than the occasional flasher. This of course is a two-edged sword: if you put the numbers in, you are also more likely to get caught.
Being personable, as you obviously are, is also a factor.
I notice too that you “work” late at night. This may be of some real significance. Some flashers tend to do that. I know of one such flasher who will not go out to flash before midnight.
The reasoning appears to be that after a certain late hour, with all the cares and duties of the day behind one, women tend to be more easy-going, or even looking for a bit of fun. This is especially so if they have had something to drink, as for example on weekends. In other words the girls are more likely to be in party-mode and thus more receptive to flashes – your story of the Maltese girl sniffing glue is a perfect example.
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cont’d… click HERE for part 3
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