Flashing Tracy

What a week. Full on at work and a Wednesday session with Mary and (almost) Katie. We completed a contract on Friday which had involved a huge amount of effort and out-of-the-box thinking and I thought I’d be too tired to think on Saturday but the buzz of the adrenaline from the successful completion was still stimulating my body when I left work so I called in on Carol to see if she was going to be a golf widow again and if so if she fancied a bit of fun and photography. She was and she did. We arranged she’d pick me up at 11.00 am and we’d go and brighten up someone’s day.

I felt so hot and randy. Having missed our exhibitionism on Wednesday (if you don’t know why check here https://medium.com/@TracyTrouble/mary-and-katie-39bb00e0eef1) I was determined to go full throttle and be seen. (I’m sure you know what I mean).

I decided we’d go further afield too. If I was going to be totally blatant (I was!) I wanted to cut down the chance of anyone I knew spotting me so we travelled a few miles to a small town I knew but hadn’t visited for ages. Also as far as I could recall I didn’t know anyone that lived there, friend or client.

While waiting for Carol I packed a selection of outfits including a good selection of underwear. I love changing in or next to the car, it’s super turn-on.

The forecast wasn’t brilliant but they promised showers and sunny periods so I hoped we wouldn’t be totally thwarted.

We arrived in Stowmarket.

An aside. I was going to keep the location to myself but somehow telling you exactly where it happened makes it that little bit more personal. More exciting.

We parked the car and wandered up to a large open space. I’m not sure it’s actually a park, but it was a large grassed expanse with houses down one side of the road and a scattering of park benches. There was also an ideal number of people wandering around. Enough to make it interesting but not so many as to risk being arrested!

I started off wearing a summery dress making it easy to show off my knickers and stockings while still being able to drop the skirt if I felt the need although I’d told myself I wasn’t going to do that except if children appeared.

Dear Carol started snapping away. It attracted attention! Let’s face it, two middle-aged women, one with her legs apart showing her knickers, the other sticking a camera up the others skirt isn’t an everyday occurrence in downtown Stowmarket. A real giggle though! You can see the results in the photos. The woman walking the dog was going to walk directly in front of the bench but spotted me with my legs akimbo and skirt round my waist and did a huge detour!

There was a path going diagonally across the park towards the town centre which had a constant flow of people using it. Most were heading for town which meant they had their backs to me, but the occasional one was coming in the opposite direction.

I was aware it was probably asking for too much attention of the unwelcome kind to stay in one place too long revealing everything, so decided I’d time a pussy flash to coincide with the next man walking towards me and then we’d do a runner.

The lucky recipient was on his own, about fifty years old, balding and overweight. Given my previous experiences as to how observant people can be, I wasn’t hopeful but as he approached I parted my knees and hoisted my skirt again. Carol was not obstructing his view but initially he carried on walking, looking straight ahead. I put one foot up on the bench, a hand up my skirt, and pulled my knickers aside all the while looking at him. What a glorious feeling it was. I should think it must be like you guys wanking surreptitiously while looking at a woman. (You don’t do that? Oh come on!) I was leaking nicely. I began to despair that he wouldn’t notice me and I did contemplate calling out to him, but thought that might have ramifications I didn’t want, so shuffled around more on the bench hoping the movement would catch his eye. It did. Oh, joy. When he looked I still had a foot up on the bench but had let my knickers fall back into place. As his eyes took in the view he stopped as suddenly as if he’d walked into a lamp post. I stopped looking at him directly and focused on Carol, but I could see him out of the corner of my eye. He looked around. I think he thought he might be on candid camera but having checked he stayed put.

His attention made me so wet. So randy. So horny. I stood up, pulled my knickers down to my ankles, took them off, tossed them to Carol, and raised my skirt to my waist, had a quick feel of myself, dropped my skirt joined Carol and we walked off arm in arm. I turned, blew the man a kiss, and waved. What a gorgeously horny start! If he didn’t come as he stood there, and I don’t think he did, (certainly neither hand was in a pocket) I hoped he’d enjoy reliving the experience at home. I knew I would!

The next scene would make that one pale into insignificance. Stay tuned!