Kathy Andrews - Flasher mom

Karen Morgan knew the man was looking at her, his eyes bright as he peered between her knees and under her skirt.

When she first realized what the man could see, a flush came over her face, but then she felt warm and good. Not that the man could really see anything she wore nylons attached to a garter belt and then there were her panties, so he couldn't see anything, not really.

She sat in the molded plastic chair of the air terminal, waiting for her son to arrive. She had gotten there early, eager to see him after his two-month absence. She always hated it when summer came and Tommy had to visit with his father. She didn't really mind that Tommy stayed with his father, but she detested the woman who brazenly called herself Tommy's new mother. There was no other woman who could be his mother, Karen told herself, and that woman her ex-husband had married had better watch herself.

Glancing at the huge clock, she saw it would be another half-hour before Tommy's plane arrival. As eager as she was to see her son again, Karen enjoyed the wait. She had never minded crowds, being around people. In a way, she enjoyed it. She enjoyed watching the different faces, the way people talked and moved. She was Karen admitted with a twinkle in her eye somewhat of a voyeur. She liked to see what women wore in public, their hair styles, their makeup. She liked looking at men, the different sizes and shapes, and tried to determine if they were aggressive or timid, what businesses they were in.

She was a people watcher.

And people watched her. Karen was aware of her cover-girl looks, her tall and slender body, her rich, long auburn hair and green eyes. She was a beautiful woman, having a rare beauty seldom seen outside the pages of magazines. She had been compared to many of the recent sex symbols of the film world, something she hated. She did not resemble anyone but herself, she thought.

Karen had, in the past, refused to become a face on a magazine or a centerfold that men and giggling young boys could fantasize over as they jerked off. Not that she had anything against them jerking off. She also didn't find anything wrong with the girls who posed in the glossy magazines with their flawless tits exposed, their slender thighs parted to reveal the pink wetness of a hair-lined cunt. On the contrary, she sort of enjoyed looking at the lovely girls herself.

Karen was still receiving offers to pose in fashion magazines and men's magazines. She had, in her late teens, been a fashion model for one of the larger clothing stores, modeling mostly lingerie. She had been displayed in many mail order catalogues, wearing tight bikini panties or nylons or seductive garments.

But that was years ago and she had no intention of returning to that work.

She glanced again at the man across from her, peeking from under lowered eyelids. The man looked boldly at her, his eyes gleaming with appreciation. Dropping her gaze down his body, Karen noticed the man had a hard-on. His cock was bulging up against the front of his pants, and it didn't seem to bother him if anyone saw.

Karen could actually feel the man's gaze on her body, on her nyloned thighs. Her flesh became warm, a slight shiver passing through her. Karen wore a green-and-black checkered, pleated skirt. The checks were small and the colors blended perfectly. Her blouse was a frilly white garment, buttoned up the front, the top three buttons open. The lace of her bra could be seen, as could the creamy swell of her tits.

The man directly across from her, about eight feet away, could see the tanned flesh of her thighs past the nylons. And not only that, he could also see the tight crotch of her panties. The view of this succulent beauty increased the size of his cock significantly.

Karen, still pretending she did not notice, lifted her right foot, placed it on her left knee, and pretended to adjust the high heel on her shoe. The man's eyes glowed hungrily as he saw the expanse of Karen's crotch even better. Karen knew the impact this had on the man, and she glanced at the front of his pants once more. The poor man would come in his pants very soon. She giggled to herself, lifting her eyes boldly to his. But the man did not react as she thought. He gazed at her openly, then ran his tongue about his lips with a slight grin on his face.

Seeing his tongue move that way sent a flash of heat between Karen's thighs. Her cunt twitched inside the tight band of her panties, and her clit suddenly became swollen. The lips of her cunt became puffy as the fuck juices started flowing.

On an impulse, she moved the tip of her tongue over her full, moist lips, giving the man a slow, lewd wink. The immediate attraction between them grew hot, and Karen felt adventurous. She had never allowed herself to be picked up by a strange man, nor had she picked any up herself. Yet, the man's cock was bulging out beautifully. It was so hard and ready to fuck and her cunt was boiling for a good fuck.

The crotch of her tight panties was getting quite wet, too.

Giving in to impulse, Karen stood up, and, as she started walking slowly away, she glanced over her shoulder at the man, once more running her tongue about her lips and letting him know with her green eyes what she wanted. The man, not at all the timid sort, stood and began to follow her. She giggled softly when he shoved a hand into his pocket to conceal his hard-on.

Karen moved about the huge waiting area, her eyes searching for some place of concealment. She swayed her ass, feeling the man's gaze on her ass. What she was doing was totally out of character, she knew, yet she felt compelled, driven to lead this strange man someplace, to take his cock out and play with and feel his prick, perhaps make him come. The idea of doing that with a total stranger in such a public place excited her tremendously. It was something she had never done in her life, yet the urge to do it now was too powerful to resist.

She knew the man was close to her, but had no idea how close until she stopped abruptly. The man's cock prodded against her ass.

"Oh!" she gasped, glancing over her shoulder at him. The man smiled, and Karen smiled back. She was standing near a bank of public telephones, the kind with doors. There was not much privacy there, with the top half of the door's glass, but it was the only place she could find.

Stepping into one of the booths, she looked at the man again. Boldly, he stepped into the booth with her, closing the door. Karen faced the telephone, took the receiver off the hook and placed it to her ear and mouth, hearing the dial tone. Behind her, the man ran his hands about her hips and over the swell of her ass, feeling her feverishly. His hot breath was close to her neck, and she wiggled her ass into his hands.

People walked past, but none even glanced at her and the man in the booth. Karen's cunt was boiling as the man ran his hands about her body. She shoved her free hand behind herself and grasped his cock through his pants, squeezing, feeling the hardness of his prick.

"Hurry!" she hissed in a thick voice. "Hurry up and do it!"

"You got it, lady," the man grunted.

She felt him fumbling with his pants. Then her skirt was lifted from behind. The man slipped her bikini panties down just past her ass. She felt his cock rubbing about the smoothness of her ass cheeks, then probing between her thighs. Karen, with a soft sob of pleasure, arched her ass back for him.

"Hurry!" she hissed again.

"You got it, lady," the man grunted, rubbing the swollen head of his cock back and forth on the puffy lips of her wet cunt. "I am, lady! I'm trying to hurry, but I've never been fucked in a telephone booth before."