Ian watched, fascinated, his eyes glued to the perfection that walked in front of him. He had been making his way casually along the street when the long, blonde haired girl had strode purposefully past him. She wore a flared, wide pleated floral mini-skirt that was so short that every third step or so as the hem bounced with her movement, the barest glimpse of her pink panties was visible at the top of her long, thin legs.
Ian had quickened his step to match hers and now followed her along the street, admiring her legs and the tight curve of her butt as she strode along, his heart skipping a happy little beat each time the hem fluttered up far enough to show the edge of her underwear.
Ian hefted his heavy pack as she stopped at the traffic lights in front of him. He was on his way to the train station to travel interstate and was delighted to get such a great view to fill his mind as a prelude to what was likely to be a very boring trip. He stopped a couple of paces behind and to the right of the girl, giving him a glimpse of the profile of her breasts. She wore a white t-shirt that clung beautifully to medium sized breasts. He glanced up towards her face and blushed as he realised that she was looking back over her shoulder straight at him. Busted!
The girl smiled at Ian and he blushed all the more. When the lights changed, she strode off again and Ian allowed her a couple of paces head start before again settling in behind her to enjoy the show. The further he walked, the more he started to wonder where she was headed. He kept waiting for her to turn off and go her own way, but she continued to head in the direction of the train station, his own destination.
Sure enough, at the final set of pedestrian lights, she crossed ahead of him into the station building. As she descended the stairs, her skirt bounced even more delightfully than it had when she'd walked on the flat pavement. He caught a longer, more tantalising glimpse beneath her skirt, seeking a little more of the curve of her delightful butt as she hurried down the steps.
Once within the station, she turned to head for the toilets and Ian realised that he'd finally reached the point where he'd have to go his own way. He sought out the right platform for his train and then made his way aboard to get settled in before the long journey.
The first part of the carriage in which he sat had club style seating so that people could sit and talk to each other, whilst in the latter part everyone sat facing the direction that the train would travel. He sat close to the aisle, his backpack on the seat next to him. There wasn't anyone else in the wagon at that point and he pulled out his book, settling in for a nice long read as he travelled.
Gradually the seats on the train filled with Ian glancing up each time that someone entered, curious as to whether he would need to move his bag or if anyone worth looking at was boarding the train. He glanced at his watch with five minutes to go until departure and then buried his head back in the book. He sensed movement and glanced up.
He was astonished to see the girl that he'd walked behind to get to the train station enter the carriage. Now however, she pulled along a travel bag as she stepped ontot he train. She paused at the door, surveying the seating arrangements. Her eyes met Ian's and lingered. The ends of her mouths turned up delightfully in a smile and she walked down towards where he was sitting.
Ian sat transfixed as she approached. When she reached the part of the train where he was seated, she turned to the club seat arrangement on the other side of the train (currently empty) and sat down over by the window. She sat with her back to the rest of the train, leaning into the corner formed by the window. Ian tore his gaze away and attempted to resume reading his book.
The train departed the station on its long interstate trip and Ian continued to pour his way through his book. He found concentrating very difficult though, because every time that the girl shifted position, his eyes were torn from the pages to see whether she was revealing a glimpse of her panties. He kept the glances brief, trying to ensure that they would come off as accidental, but he had a feeling that he was regularly being busted in his looking. He simply avoided looking up at the girl's face to get confirmation.
An hour into the journey, Ian had managed to settle down somewhat, managing to peer across at the beauty in the next seat only every third or so time that she moved. At least up until the point that he noticed that she had adjusted herself slightly and was now angled directly towards Ian, her skirt resting across the tops of her thighs. He was tantalised by the little triangle of darkness formed between the skirt and her things which were demurely held together.
In this position it would take only the slightest parting of her thighs for her pink panties to be revealed and so once again, he found himself glancing continuously over the top of his book towards where she sat, hoping even for a small peek. And then it happened. It was almost as if it occurred in slow motion. The girl's thighs parted as she adjusted her position a little and Ian's eyes were glued to the triangle that the movement revealed. Not a triangle of darkness this time, but a triangle of pink cotton that sent his cock rock hard.
Ian glanced up as her thighs closed once more on the view. The girl was looking straight at him. Once again he found his face warm as a blush painted him red. The girl smiled at him. Ian was stunned. She had a beautiful smile, her lips, untouched by lipstick parted to reveal white, even teeth and her blue eyes sparkled, seeming to pierce through him as she watched him.
It was a pattern that repeated itself several times over the next 20 minutes. Ian would glance over to try and get a peek, the girl's thighs would briefly part and then they'd close and he'd find the girl looking at him, smiling. It was a game that he would have been happy to play all the way to the next state.
But then things changed. As Ian held the girl's gaze following a peek at the cute little pink triangle of fabric, she glanced down at her lap. Ian's eyes automatically followed the direction of her glance. As he looked, her thighs parted again, but this time, it was no short peek. Her legs spread wide and her hands pulled the hem of her skirt towards her waist.
Ian could see more than a triangle now, he could see the crotch of her panties pulled up tight against her pussy. He didn't even attempt to not stare and all but drooled as he drank in the sight.
After what seemed like an eternity (even though it would have amounted to mere seconds) she calmly pulled her thighs together again and smoothed the short skirt down over them. Ian moved in his own seat, his stiff cock now an impediment to sitting comfortably and returned his gaze to the girl's face. She was grinning broadly at him. Ian didn't know what to do. He'd never before had a girl flash her knickers at him. Did it mean that she wanted more? Should he do something? Or was she just a tease and that was all he was going to get? He didn't know and lacked enough information to make a decision. He opted for continuing to attempt to read his book.
Ian's was just noticing that his cock was getting back to a normal and more manageable state when the performance was repeated. This time when she closed her legs and their eyes locked, she patted the seat opposite her and spoke.
"Why don't you come a bit closer? I'm Jane," she said simply. Ian glanced at his luggage and decided that he could leave it where he was, but moved to sit on the seat opposite where Jane was.
"Hi Jane, I'm Ian," he said, offering his hand for her to shake as he moved to take the seat. She took his hand and he noticed how soft her skin was. She held his grip firmly as she shook his hand and released it as he sat down.
"I noticed you following me to the train station," Jane said as he placed his book beside him.
"No, not following you, walking coincidentally in the same direction," Ian responded, smiling. Jane lifted her right foot from her slip on shoe and put it on the seat next to Ian. Ian couldn't help but peer down to see what he could see. The answer was very little as Jane's hands were resting in her lap and holding the skirt down. But then she lifted her left foot so that it rested on the other side of him against the seat. Once more Ian's eyes travelled down to check what had been revealed. This time her panties and crotch were clearly visible.
"You like looking at my panties, don't you?" Jane asked him. Ian was shocked by the candour of the question initially, but then realised that if the girl was going to sit like that, then perhaps he shouldn't be shocked at all.
"Yes actually, I do." He replied.
