I was feeling really coy as I waited at the bus stop. I had dressed that morning in my lovely vintage white nylon underwear, together with suspenders and tan nylons to compliment my beautiful silk dress. As I stood there I felt the gentle summer breeze waft the skirt of the dress encouraging my lacy full vintage slip to caress my legs tantalisingly sending a shiver of pleasure up my spine. I had already noticed a gentleman in the queue watching me, he looked nice, maybe late sixties or so, slim and well dressed. I smiled and was gratified when he smiled back, not leeringly but rather friendly. The bus arrived, plenty of spare seats and I chose the top deck. I was looking out of the window after settling when a voice said "may I join you dear?", It was the gentleman from the bus queue! My first impression was of men's aftershave, gorgeous, it made me sort of heady, "of course" I replied, and he sat down as the bus moved off. The closeness of his person made me feel excited, "I'm Sarah" I said, "Harry" he replied "do you live in Oxford", "I do, I live in Summertown". "me too, lets go for a drink together" Who would like to hear the next episode? 😊