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But when I looked up at her with fear in my eyes, – real fear of losing her, she smiled sexily and murmured softly, “It’s alright, Ivan, dear. Cunt is a lovely word when we say it together, and I’m pleased that you like my cunt, even though you can’t see it all yet.” I was bending to capture a photo on the streets of Glasgow a few years ago and a photographer took an arms length snap of my bum while I was crouched, at close range. Before I realised what had happened he was making off down the street and I have never felt so angry or violated. This behaviour is NEVER acceptable. If we don't shoot people with respect and dignity we will eventually lose the right to shoot people at all.

It was with great relief that I clasped her bottom, and it was so natural that I pulled her engorged, cunt mound towards my lips. Her hot, hairless cunt tasted so good, and then, as she spread her legs still wider, at last I saw her cunt in all its glory! My goodness it was so beautiful, the most beautiful cunt I’d ever seen, and her erect clitty was bright, shiny wet, and obviously fully aroused. With my tongue I instinctively began to pleasure her lovely, stiff clitty, until all of a sudden she gasped, “Oh God, I’m going to cum”. The lovely lady squeezed my hand gently and held it for a while. “I’m very pleased to meet you,” she said. “My name is Veronica, how far are you going?”

This slip stops at the waist,” said Veronica, provocatively raising the hem of her light, summer skirt. “It has beautiful lacy detail and a rather exciting slit on one side.” Then, leaning forward she drew my hand towards her and said, “Would you like to feel how smooth and silky it is?”

Oh, I’m going all the way, to the end of the line, to spend a few days with an old friend,” I answered.

Wow, what an amazing woman,’ I thought. Veronica clearly loved our intimate underwear, too, and she obviously understood the gentle art of underwear seduction more than any other woman I’d ever known. As we were both ardent lovers of underwear, that was an enormous extra thrill that made everything so extra-special.

It’s alright,” said Veronica, reassuringly. “I’m not offended if you find my underwear attractive. It’s perfectly natural, you know.” Her smile was radiant and her voice very steady, which made me feel much more at ease. I mulled over her use of the word ‘underskirt’. I turned and looked at the length of plumbing in question. “It would certainly put mine to shame!” I said, rather daringly. I saw a photo-stream today where a man had captured nothing but long lens photographs of young women and girls on the street, mothers with children too, and as many attempts at 'flesh' shots as possible. Wind blowing skirts into the air with naked bottoms on the street and the shot tagged as 'Upskirt' too!Oh, that’s just another name for it,” she explained. “In my profession I get used to using a variety of different expressions for things.” Then, the other old favourite, “Would you mind if I slipped off my shoes?” as she revealed a beautiful, dainty pair of feet, adorned in sheer, silky nylon that cried out to be kissed and caressed. No harm in dreaming, I suppose. No, no harm in dreaming and no harm in the throbbing bulge that was developing in my soft cotton underpants. Unfortunately the development taking place in my underpants had distracted my senses, for the next thing I knew was that the train had drifted to a halt and the door of my compartment swung open. Plenty of room in here,” said an assertive but warm, female voice. As I opened my eyes properly I saw that the owner of the voice was a fresh, vibrant looking lady, old enough to be experienced, yet youthful in her demeanour. As she stepped up into the compartment her gaze seemed to focus directly on my trousers which contained a slowly subsiding and unrelieved erection. I blushed. She smiled, mischievously.