One weekend, not long ago, my wife and I decided to take a train ride to Chicago. The train did not leave until 10:00 PM and arrived at 8:00 AM. We got ready to go and decided to stop at a nearby bar for a couple of drinks. We needed to kill a little time and thought that it would help us sleep during the trip.
Now my wife is a petite blonde with a great figure even considering her age of over 40. She has shapely legs and nice firm medium chest that looks as great as when we met as teenagers. I can honestly say she is still one of the prettiest women I have known.
She typically dresses very conservatively but on occasions particularly when we are out of town will wear something a little more revealing - maybe a skirt but usually a lower cut top that will show off two of her greatest assets. This was one of those occasions.
Getting ready she had surprised me by wearing a sleeveless top with a plunging neckline that showed plenty of cleavage as well as a skirt that hit her just above the knee. Dressed this way, at the bar, she was getting plenty of attention and after two martinis started caring a little less about protecting her dress.
After our second drink I had to use the restroom and on my return a guy had bought her a third martini. She promptly drank it down, and danced with the guy. I cut in after the second dance and reminded her that we needed to get to the station.
We left the bar and made our way to the train station, onto the train, and into our seats. Since my wife is small of stature and not one that usually drinks, she quickly fell asleep in her seat.
The hours past and I noticed that we seemed to be getting more than our casual glance as the various passengers passed by our cubicle. In fact several men seemed to make multiple passes.
Not thinking anything of it, I soon got up to go to the restroom. On my return I noticed what the "extra attention" was all about. When my wife sat down into her seat her skirt had caught on something and her entire leg other than the top of her lap was exposed all the way up to the g-string she was wearing.