I was in the train, just heading home. It was definitely off peak, hardly a soul on the train. I can't see why they don't just dump the extra carriages at times like this and run a single carriage. In this particular train it still wouldn't have been crowded.
There were only two of us in my carriage. Me and this girl. Young woman, I suppose I should say. I'd say eighteen, student down for the spring break, just riding the trains for no particular reason.
She was slouched down on the seat opposite, almost lying on them. She had one foot on the floor and the other leg stretched along the bench, foot not quite on the seat. She just slouched there, not speaking, not listening to music, face not moving a muscle.
The only move she made in the first ten minutes of the journey was when we were approaching a station. An announcement came over that we were approaching Bandywallop North or some such place, and she reached down and flipped the front of her dress aside.
She was commando, and with her legs spread across the seat the way she was I got the full view. Her face had absolutely no expression. She was flashing a stranger on public transport and showing zero reaction to it. She flipped her dress back into position, and she was once more a demure young lady riding the train.
I didn't say a word and I hoped I didn't show too much shock. When you consider it, what could I say? I don't think saying 'nice pussy' would go down too well. All I could do was pretend it hadn't happened. (And hope it would happen again.)
I did get even with her. When the next station was announced I reached over and flipped her dress to the side, letting me admire the view again. This time she gave me an indignant look when she flipped the dress back into position. Not that she was in a hurry to do so.
"You looked as though you were feeling lazy," I said, "so I thought I'd save you some effort."
"Lose a bet during spring break?" I asked. "Have to flash a certain number of people? How do you keep score? Would I count as one flash or two?"
Not a word. I was ignored as though I wasn't even there. I shrugged and settled back into my seat.
Several more stations came and went with no further displays and then, just after we passed a station she flashed again. I think she was just getting a kick out of teasing a stranger. Unfortunately, I'd decided to retaliate if she flashed me again.
As soon as she flicked her dress to one side I reached over and poked her in a certain sensitive area that was now exposed. This time I got a reaction.
Her dress quickly returned to its proper position while she actually spoke.
"Don't you dare touch me," she snapped.
"What are you on about?" I asked. "I never laid a finger on you."
She looked furious for a moment and she was aching to have a go at me for daring to both touch her and then denying it afterwards, but she clamped her mouth shut. I suspected that talking was breaking the rules of whatever game she was playing.
We were only a couple of stops from my station when the train came to a halt between stations, then came one of those dreaded delay announcements.
The railways apologised but there'd been an accident. We'd have to wait while the mess was cleared. A delay of half an hour was expected.
In real time that probably meant we were stuck for at least an hour. I was tempted to pry the doors open, jump and walk home. It'd be faster than sitting here, although doing that always made the train crew furious. They hate passengers who try to escape.
In this particular instance, I had a diversion close at hand. Half an hour, to an hour, together with a flasher.
"Seeing we're stuck for a while, we might as well introduce ourselves. I'm Brian. And you are?"
Silence. I shrugged, got up and pushed her leg further onto the seat to make room for me. I sat next to her and flicked her dress aside.
"Let's get acquainted. I'll just call you Flasher until I know your name. Don't do that," I added, as she tried to push her dress back.
With her legs parted and me sitting between them there wasn't much she could do when my hand came down and clasped her pussy. I gave a squeeze and then started slowly rubbing my hand over her.
Flasher was pushing at my hand, trying to remove it, but not having much luck. I was now rubbing my hand around in a circle on her pussy. She was breathing hard and she finally had some decent expression on her face. I'm not sure just what it meant, but it was no longer the bland look she had earlier.
She finally capitulated.
"Stop it," she shrieked.
I stopped rubbing but continued cupping her vulva, gently squeezing.
