A Day Out

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I’d organised this day out with Carol to shoot some pictures of me flashing my lingerie a little. So much wrong with that statement. With Carol involved one doesn’t organise anything, you get organised, but it’s what I needed to ensure I didn’t chicken out too much. Or at all. The other thing wrong with the statement is the phrase ‘a little’. Didn’t happen. Needed to read, ‘a lot’

I needed to deal with my horse before we did embark on the day and Carol was coming with me to take some photos. Whether I’d be able to do much would depend on how many people there were around. As luck would have it there was hardly anyone there and whilst grooming my horse Carol started snapping away and then became quite the Steven Spielburg, ordering me to start divesting myself of the odd garment. So there I am grooming my horse sans blouse with just my black undies hiding my tits when I get told to remove those too. One doesn’t argue with Carol so off it came. The nerves and adrenaline were affecting me in equal measure. There was every chance that someone would walk in. The weird thing was, I wasn’t sure whether I wanted them to or not.

Grooming finished we headed off for Carol’s first destination. She had planned to go to the coast, but I put my foot down. The weather might have been great for giving me very erect nipples, but I didn’t fancy frostbite.

We ended up at a small country railway station, and I was by now ready to do what I was supposed to. The stripping off at the stables with the attendant risk had got my juices flowing and I couldn’t wait to see what I was willing to do. The photographs below are self-explanatory.

A train going past was a real boost and I turned to wave, as one does! I left my blouse totally undone and we wandered into the shelter on the platform. It’s not exactly a busy station, but there was one man waiting and Carol made sure he was aware of our presence! I was really feeling wanton by then and the fact that I hadn’t peed since about 7.00 am was making itself felt. I asked Carol, “Should I?” Stupid question. “Of course,” she replied. I stepped into the shelter and hoisted my skirt up, didn’t bother to pull my knickers aside, and let go. There was no hesitation as there had been during my attempt at home a few days ago. The flow gushed out. A strong torrent, can’t ever remember it being like that. Oh my! That feeling. So degenerate. My knickers were quite thin and didn’t deflect the flow much so I didn’t end up with wet legs just sodden knickers. Carol muttered a few expletives but managed to take a couple of photographs.

I decided I’d get turned on more by keeping my knicks on than removing them. I think the guy had been walking towards the shelter as I let go, as he was certainly close when I came out and sat down. Then for some unaccountable reason after I’d sat down (couldn’t close my legs the damp knickers made it uncomfortable, at least that was my excuse) he kept walking past me glancing in my direction. I tried to play the innocent, but inside I was making my knickers even wetter! I so wish I’d had the courage to do more; really spread my legs, or even ask him if he wanted a closer look, but I’m sorry to say I didn’t.

That wasn’t the end of the day by a long way, but I’ll save the rest for another post! XXX

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