A flash for a flash?
Remembering my mis-spent youth, going with a friend to visit a girl he was dating and her two roommates. It was the height of summer, hot as hell, and I was wearing cut-off jeans, but cut off short, Tom Selleck/Magnum length at most. Which meant that when we were at the ladies' townhouse, sitting at the table in their kitchen, under the table things were hanging out in the open air a bit. Hidden from sight beneath the table, I thought, but still a bit exposed to the open air.
We were sitting there talking to two of the girls, having coffee, when the third roommate came downstairs still wearing her thigh-length nightgown and began puttering around the apartment after saying hello to my friend an d being introduced to me. She was cleaning up in the living room, and looking into the kitchen, and I guess she could see under the table, because after a few minutes she came into the kitchen, grabbed a dust mop, and began doing the floor, including a very careful cleaning under the table, using the mop to sweep the floor between my feet, making me spread my legs open while she looked under the table -- while my cock hung out fully in her sight because my legs were now spread.
She never said a word, just continued sweeping the rest of the floor after she finished under the table, got herself a cup of coffee, and headed back upstairs.
When it came time for us to leave, we headed out the from door and the sweeper came to the top of the stairs to call down a goodbye. I looked up the stairs and said something like, "It was nice meeting you."
She looked down, said, "Nice meeting you, too" -- and reached down to lift up the hem of her nightgown to flash me with her bare pussy for a moment before turning and heading out of sight, giggling.
We were sitting there talking to two of the girls, having coffee, when the third roommate came downstairs still wearing her thigh-length nightgown and began puttering around the apartment after saying hello to my friend an d being introduced to me. She was cleaning up in the living room, and looking into the kitchen, and I guess she could see under the table, because after a few minutes she came into the kitchen, grabbed a dust mop, and began doing the floor, including a very careful cleaning under the table, using the mop to sweep the floor between my feet, making me spread my legs open while she looked under the table -- while my cock hung out fully in her sight because my legs were now spread.
She never said a word, just continued sweeping the rest of the floor after she finished under the table, got herself a cup of coffee, and headed back upstairs.
When it came time for us to leave, we headed out the from door and the sweeper came to the top of the stairs to call down a goodbye. I looked up the stairs and said something like, "It was nice meeting you."
She looked down, said, "Nice meeting you, too" -- and reached down to lift up the hem of her nightgown to flash me with her bare pussy for a moment before turning and heading out of sight, giggling.
70-79, M
