Stockings flashing in spring by Jeny Smith

The Springtime Flash

*Jeny Smith sauntered down the bustling city street, her heels clicking rhythmically on the pavement. It was a warm spring day, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers. Jeny’s ample curves were barely contained by her tight pencil skirt, which hugged her full hips and thick thighs like a second skin.*

*As she walked, Jeny’s hand inadvertently brushed against her hem, causing it to ride up slightly and exposing a tantalizing glimpse of her stocking-clad legs. A passing businessman caught sight of the erotic display and stumbled, nearly tripping over his own feet. Jeny glanced back at him with a mischievous smile, deliberately hiking her skirt up a little higher to flash a bit more of her smooth, creamy skin.*

*Unaware of the lustful reactions she was igniting, Jeny continued on her way, her hips swaying hypnotically as she walked. She was blissfully unaware of the hungry gazes that followed her every move. The sun glinted off her shiny, brunette hair, which was tied up in a high ponytail that swayed behind her with each step.*

*As Jeny rounded a corner, she suddenly realized that her naughty exhibition was having its intended effect. Men and women alike were stopping in their tracks to stare at her, their eyes roaming greedily over her voluptuous form. She felt a sudden surge of power, knowing that she had their complete and undivided attention.*

*Jeny decided to take advantage of her newfound leverage. She sauntered up to a group of traditionally dressed businessmen, who were engaged in a heated discussion. Without a word, she turned around and bent over, giving them a perfect view of her perfectly rounded ass, barely contained by her tiny skirt. The seams of her stockings split delightfully with each movement.*

*The businessmen gulped audibly, their eyes widening in shock and desire. Jeny giggled, straightening up slowly. She gave them a saucy wink before continuing on her way, leaving them gaping after her.*

*Next, Jeny targeted a group of college students, who were sitting on a bench people-watching. She slinked over to them, making sure to catch their eye as she walked. When she reached them, she hiked up one leg and crossed it over the other, giving them a perfect view of her thigh-high stockings and the lacy top of her garter belt. The students’ jaws dropped open, their eyes glued to the erotic display.*

*Jeny preened, reveling in the power she held over them. She decided to take things to the next level. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. The students and nearby pedestrians all stopped to stare, transfixed by the erotic spectacle.*

*With each flash of skin, Jeny felt herself growing more and more aroused. Her nipples hardened beneath her thin blouse, and she could feel a growing wetness between her thighs. She decided to take things to the next level.*

*Reaching into her bag, Jeny pulled out a small, handheld mirror. She set it on a nearby ledge and positioned it so that it reflected her face and upper body. Then, with a naughty grin, she lifted up her blouse completely, exposing her bra-clad breasts to anyone who cared to look.*

*The reactions were immediate and intense. Whistles and catcalls rang out, and Jeny could hear the delighted gasps of the passersby. She leaned forward, giving everyone a perfect view of her cleavage and the lacy edges of her bra.*

*Suddenly, a voice rang out. “Officer! Officer, over here!” A police officer approached, huffing and puffing as he tried to make his way through the growing crowd. Jeny felt a moment of panic, but quickly recovered. She adjusted her blouse and smoothed down her skirt, assuming an innocent expression.*

*The officer reached her, his face red with exertion. “Miss, what do you think you’re doing? Disrupting public order, flashing your goods… It’s against the law, you know.”*

*Jeny pouted prettily, looking up at him through lowered lashes. “I’m so sorry, officer. I didn’t mean any harm. I was just trying to have a little fun on this lovely spring day.”*

*The officer’s stern expression wavered, and Jeny could see him taking in her figure, his eyes lingering on her curves. She decided to push her advantage. She stepped closer to him, until her breasts were nearly brushing against his chest.*

*”I’m really, really sorry,” she purred, looking up at him from beneath her lashes. “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”*

*The officer swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “I… I suppose we could work something out,” he stammered, his voice suddenly hoarse.*

*Jeny’s lips curved into a wicked smile. She reached out and took his hand, leading him away from the crowd. As they walked, she leaned in close, whispering naughty suggestions into his ear. The officer followed her eagerly, too entranced to resist.*

*Jeny Smith was back, and the city streets had never looked so much like her playground. She would continue her naughty public display, driving men and women wild with lust, until she finally had her fill. The springtime would never be the same again.*