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... play-along. I had done something like this with my husband when we were first dating and the fond memory of that time must've subconsciously prompted me to continue.

The young man smiled, unzipped his fly and rubbed himself through his jockey shorts. I couldn't see his prick, but he definitely had his hand over it. He smiled, laughed a bit and nodded toward me. I turned and put one foot on the seat to open my legs and give him a direct view of my crotch. I rubbed my hand over my pussy, stroking myself like he was.

We continued for a few moments and then he unbuttoned his pants. When he reached into his underwear, I could see that his hand was gripping his penis. He was rubbing himself while looking at me with desire in his expression. It was strangely arousing to see this young man masturbating himself, apparently having an erection due to my presence. I was tempted to continue.

It was my turn again. I got bolder. I reached up to the top of my pantyhose and slid my hand down inside my panties, touching the smooth flesh of my pussy. My fingers rubbed between my labia, touching my clitoris while staring at the young man across the aisle. He still had his hand in his pants and was continuing to pump his dick. My fingers slid along the juicy folds of my slit. I was wet from arousal and my finger touching my intimate anatomy felt very good.

He looked around to ensure the car was deserted. Then, he undid his fly and pulled his erect penis out of his pants. I was a ...

... little shocked when I saw his cock. It was nice and hard; nice and big. He rubbed it for me, pointing the tip in my direction. I could see precum wetting his hand and the little hole at the tip of his prick.

I was caught up in our 'game', so I reached under my skirt and pulled my pantyhose down my legs and off. He continued to rub himself while I pulled my hose down one leg, then the other. I set them on the seat across from me. It felt good to get the tight pantyhose off after a long day. I opened my legs quickly, flashed my panties, and then closed my legs again. The guy across the aisle smiled and continued to rub his cock. It definitely was fully erect.

After a moment, I resumed rubbing my pussy, this time through my cotton bikini panties. I was getting wetter down there and was breathing more heavily. My fingers stimulated my clitoris.

The realization of what a naughty thing I was doing flashed through my mind, but I was in a devilish mood and enjoyed the risk involved in exposing myself in such a public place and to a stranger. I'm a bit of an exhibitionist. My husband has dared me to go topless or even get naked in places where I might get caught and I've found doing as he asked to be extremely stimulating.

My paramour looked at me again and he raised his shirt, showing me his bare chest. He was reasonably attractive, but nothing special. His tits were mere nubs on his flat breast. Nothing to see there, but he nodded to me. So again, I responded. I unhooked and ...