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We have a game – J and I. He likes it when I flaunt myself in public; I become turned on by his smiles so much I do anything. When we get home it’s so, so good; we both fuck for hours. What I never tell him, though, is that I like it best when we are out playing. I struggle to keep myself under control. If he wasn’t there, keeping a lid on it I’m not sure what would happen. I’m not a supermodel, just an ordinary girl, but if you dress in a short skirt and make your nipples almost visible then guys will stare, will come and chat you up, and who knows what would happen then. Like last month; J was working around a London station and it was his last week before moving on. He had prepared the ground well, sought out all the likely places and the game was the best so far. It started casually in the morning: “Come meet me after work. I’ve put some clothes out under my pillow for you.” It was all I could do not to rush upstairs and examine what he had selected for me. I lasted for around an hour before I just had to see. White blouse, a short black skirt with a large split up one side, black balcony bra, thong and hold-ups completed the outfit. There was a note; wear a coat for the journey bursa escort and any shoes you think suitable. The anticipation was terrible; I was supposed to be doing some work at home but my mind wasn’t on it; I was thinking ahead to the evening. I only masturbated once at around 3pm to take the edge off . It didn’t do much to help the butterflies in my stomach and the moisture between my legs. The train journey was a frustration; trying to read the paper when all I wanted to do was to bring myself off again. Thank god it was short and soon I arrived. J was nowhere to be seen, but my phone bleeped. “There is a Starbucks ahead; take a seat by the window, the modesty board doesn’t work”. We always started like this; I got a coffee and sat in the window, displaying myself to the commuters until J sidled into the seat alongside; it’s amazing at a station, nobody pays any attention and you can almost do anything you like. He quickly chatted me up, then noisily went to check the times of the trains. This gave him an excuse to find a guy outside the window waiting for a train, and pointed out me flashing. I played my part, making sure my legs were crossed high up on the stool bursa escort bayan and the patsy could see right up my skirt. J came back in and casually started to stroke my leg, accidentally exposing my stocking tops, making him, me and the poor bloke outside all hot under the collar. Finally the guy had to go catch his train, the disappointment in his face palpable. In the coffee bar I’m never sure if the palpitations, flushed face and general feeling of sexual excitement is down to the flashing itself or the realisation that something unknown is ahead With the warm-up complete J took me for a drink at a bar close by. The bar was in the air, up a spiral staircase, walls of glass and in the early evening they were turning into mirrors as the light started to fade. Selecting a table seemingly at random we sat side by side on a bench as I crossed and uncrossed my legs, the skirt riding higher with each action. J had left nothing to chance, he had obviously been in and checked all the angles. It was one of those booths with two small padded benches and a thin table between; aimed at drinking not eating. Where I sat , my legs directly reflected to one end of the bar, but escort bursa hidden from everywhere else. Two City guys in suits sipping beers checked me out, smiling at me; Pete and Alex as it turned out. I did that flirty thing; running my hands through my hair, smiling at them, wriggling my body and shoulders back. With the hook baited J excused himself to the toilet, knowing that the guys were not going to approach whilst he was there. It wasn’t long before the two of them wandered over and made pleasant conversation. J returned and invited them to sit in the bench opposite us. ”Hi, guys, of course you can join us, we were looking for someone who could show us a good time…” I smiled and undid one button on my blouse, rolled my shoulders and muttered something about it being hot in here. J started the patter we sometimes used: out for some fun, were there any racy bars close by? We were hoping to get to a strip bar later on. Madam here had never been to one and wanted to know what they were like. The conversation started to get sexy and I was getting very turned on. This was shaping up very well. J got a round in, asking the guys what they wanted. I was really feeling horny now; the guys were very interested, leaning forward on their bench and I couldn’t help myself. I could see bulges in their trousers in the window/partial mirror so I turned my body to the reflection, slipped off my shoes and raised one foot onto the bench.