Pere 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-haired girl had strode purposefully past him.
She wore a flared, wide 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 black panties was visible at the top of her long, thin legs.
Pere 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 walked along, his heart skipping a happy little beat each time the hem fluttered up far enough to show the edge of her underwear.
Pere hefted his heavy bag as she stopped at the traffic lights in front of him. He was on his way to the bus 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 at her face as he realized that she was looking back over her shoulder straight at him. Busted!
The girl smiled at Pere, and he smiled all the more. When the lights changed, she walked off again, and Pere 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 bus 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 Pere realized that he finally reached the point where he would have to go his own way. He sought out the right platform for his bus and then made his way aboard to get settled in before the long journey.
The first part of the bus 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 bus would travel. He sat close to the aisle, his bag on the seat next to him. There wasn’t anyone else on the bus at that point, and he pulled out his book, settling in for a nice long read as he travelled.
Gradually the seats on the bus filled with Pere glancing up each time someone entered, curious as to whether he would need to move his bag or if anyone worth looking at was boarding the bus. 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 walked behind to get to the bus station enter the bus. Now, however, she pulled along a travel bag as she stepped onto the bus. She paused at the door, surveying the seating arrangements. Her eyes met Pere’s and lingered. The ends of her mouth turned up delightfully in a smile, and she walked down toward where he was sitting.
Pere sat transfixed as she approached. When she reached the part of the bus where he was seated, she turned to the club seat arrangement on the other side of the bus (currently empty) and sat down by the window.
She sat with her back to the rest of the bus, leaning into the corner formed by the window. Pere tore his gaze away and attempted to resume reading his book.
The bus departed the station on its long trip, and Pere 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, Pere 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 toward Pere, 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 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 Pere’s eyes were glued to the triangle that the movement revealed. Not a triangle of darkness this time, but a triangle of cotton that sent his cock rock hard.
Pere 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.
The girl smiled at him. Pere was stunned. She had a beautiful smile, her lips, untouched by lipstick, parted to reveal white, even teeth, and her 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. Pere would glance over to try and get a peek. The girl’s thighs would briefly part, and then they close, and he would 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 Pere held the girl’s gaze, following a peek at the cute little triangle of fabric, she glanced down at her lap. Pere’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.
Pere 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 not to 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. Pere 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. Pere didn’t know what to do. He’d never before had a girl flash her undies 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 to continue to attempt to read his book.
Pere 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 Hilda,” she said simply. Pere glanced at his luggage and decided that he could leave it where he was, but moved to sit on the seat opposite where Hilda was.
“Hi Hilda, I’m Pere,” 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 bus station,” Hilda said as he placed his book beside him.
“No, not following you, walking coincidentally in the same direction,” Pere responded, smiling. Hilda lifted her right foot from her slip-on shoe and put it on the seat next to Pere. Pere couldn’t help but peer down to see what he could see.
The answer was very little as Hilda’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 Pere’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?” Hilda asked him. Pere 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.
“It makes your cock hard looking at them, doesn’t it?” It was more a statement than a question, and Pere noticed that Hilda was very pointedly staring at his crotch.
“Yes,” Pere croaked out hoarsely as he swallowed. It was like there was a walnut stuck in his throat.
“It turns me on too when you look at them,” she said, grinning at him. “It makes me wet.” As Pere watched, Hilda’s hand descended to her crotch and her fingers traced lightly over her panty-clad pussy. Pere swallowed even harder then.
“What turns you on the most about looking at my panties?” she asked him, her fingers continuing to gently caress herself.
Pere sat watching, thinking about her question.
“You know, I think it was when I was walking along behind you and every now and then it would billow up and give me the briefest glance of your panties hugging your sexy little butt. There was something about the fact that the movement was innocent that just turned me on enormously, that brief forbidden glimpse or something.”
“Oh, so I should stop being so crude as to just display myself then?” she asked enquiringly, removing her hand to push her skirt down and her legs pressing together.
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