The Longest Day

Most of us dread the onset of winter with its windy days and the need to dress in layers that is unless you are 47 year old Don who counted the days until he could slip into his long and specially designed overcoat. Being a flasher was nothing to be proud of…..unlike degenerate Don who as a loner had loved every second of putting his cock on show to London’s ladies. And this year was his twenty first season of exposure to bulging eyes and that jaw dropping moment he enjoyed to the full.

The first day of the season had Don up at 6.30 and on the underground train to Baker street station, strolling out of the station at 7.45 he downed the first of 3 or 9 Viagra to help him maintain a good showing, buttoning his overcoat had him slipping his hands through the pocket-less flaps.

Dons walk though the back streets to his favourite Oxford Street, with its labyrinth of alleyways and dead ends, was about to set off to a flying start. Walking up the pavement towards him was a blonde of note in her highest heels and as she came closer Don unzipped the beast, just strides away he made eye contact then forced open the thing Velcro that held his coat closed. As her eyes fell to his erection he got that knee trembling thrill he was always trying to achieve. “You disgusting bastard” she screamed as she gazed back, cheeks visibly flushed from her early morning experience.

Don walked on as if nothing had happened, she was screeching her heels away at a high pace, resetting the Velcro he marched onwards and he didn’t have long to wait for number two, this time it would be a stop and question exposure. Taking a piece of paper from his top pocket Don held it out to the dark haired beauty as she slowed to t be of assistance “Do you know where I can find this street please?” She took the paper which had Gotcha’ written n it, Don stood coat open and cock in full view as she shook her head then lowered her highly painted eyes at his total exposure, “Oooooh you dirty fucker” she bellowed almost running across the empty side street. It was time for a wank.

As Lunchtime approached Don was on victim no 9, she was a busty young thing in heels and jeans and obviously looking for an address as she searched the side street from a piece of paper in hand. Don decided it was time to see how close he could get; catching her attention he staggered along running “Are you OK mister?” Don made out he was cold and held her hand “My pills…..pleeeeze, my pills” gesturing to his coat with floppy arms. Pulling open his coat he had her jumping back “Ooh my gawd” Don kept the act going…”Help me please, I can’t see”. She was looking around for help but no one came. “I’m sorry…but your thing’s popped out of your trousers” Don cried out for help then shivered with delight as her cold fingers eased his erection back behind his zip and pulled it up. Then it was time to see how far he could go as he slid his hand on her thigh, “Pleeze..my pills”, she still hadn’t realised his game. Don moaned and groaned as she went through his pockets, her wonder bra’d breasts just inches away inside a tight woollen sweater, then he slid his hand up her waist and inside her sweater, his fingers just inches away from the nineteen year olds tits when she saw his cock come out again. “You dirty old fucker”, and with a swift kick to his shins she was off like the wind leaving a mouthful of expletives behind her. Don blew her a kiss, it was the nearest he’d been to a pair of tits with his cock in his hand in years.

It was now 2.20 pm and a thoroughly exhausted and exhilarated Don needed a rest. A couple of streets away he found an old haunt and sat to have a coffee at the pavement café. Downing a coffee with his last three Viagra had Don trying to remember the last time he’d had such a fantastic first day, and it was about to get better he hoped.

Pulling up in a brand new 4x4 was the woman of his dreams; she was searching for a parking space and found one just twenty yards away in a dead end that he knew very well. Don watched as she fed the meter then made her way towards him. She was superbly built with powerful legs and hops, and breasts that had to be seen to be believed. Don’s cock begged to be put on show as she strolled nearer, but he knew it would have to wait. The closer she go the more he knew she was going to see his cock and soon. As she swaggered passed him with the confidence that only a beautiful woman would have, his eyes lowered to her strong legs encased in the darkest seamed stockings, then his balls squirmed with delight as her lace stocking tops came into view under her very short black skirt. Don watched her wiggle away then paid for his drink and walked off to her parking meter.

She’d only put 20 minutes on the clock so don had to make plans. The dead end had two abandoned shops and two parking spaces ideal for flashing, then she was returning….lowering his zip and undoing his belt had Don so excited before his full frontal and his cock had never been bigger. Watching from a shop doorway his cock twitched with delight as her powerful black leather clad body strode up the street then turned on five inch stiletto’s into a dead end.

Stepping towards her had Dons cock aching to be released and as they made eye contact he opened his coat. Her smile turned to a disapproving frown as her deep blue eyes lowered to his erection, “Oh dear me, you boys never learn do you”, then Don panicked as she sprayed his face from a tiny can. Yanking his hands from his pockets Don clamped them to his eyes as she continued to attack him,

“Come on then, let’s see more…Freak”. As he backed away she followed spraying his eyes at every chance. Blinded and out of breath Don’s troubles increased as his trousers fell down. “Oh wonderful darling…lets see more”. Turning he tried to run but tripped over his trapped ankles and landed on his belly. Before he could get to his feet his trousers were torn from his ankles along with his shoes. “Oh YES! A bare arse too….more….more”. Dons extreme panic had his staggering to his feet and running blind……..KERRRRANGGGGG, straight into a lamp post.

It was dark when he came round and oh so cold winder winds whipping around his stocking clad ankles “WHAT THE FUCK…..” clambering to his high heeled feet had Don looking at his reflection in the old shops window. “OH NO… NO...NO…..please tell me this is a dream…pleezzze” His legs began to shake with fear as he realised she’d swapped clothes with him, right down to her rib crushing corset with its six suspenders. She’d even had time to do his eyes and lips. Don pulled at his blonde wig, but she’d super glued it on.

Tugging at his stocking tops Don eased the short skirt down as far as it would go before easing his way out of the darkened doorway. With his back to the wall he screeched his heels along the short dead end then stopped to check out the street beyond. With few people about he searched the vehicles for her 4x4. “Shit, where is she?” then he had to wobble away as someone was coming.

Back in the shop doorway his knees began to knock as the reality of being humiliated in public sank in. Now, he was stranded in women’s clothes, penniless and 41 miles from home. Don stamped his heels at his own stupidity, and then he froze as a car pulled into the dead end. Don waited to see what the driver would do. Quickly he realised it was a mini cab, Don wobbled to the window “Please help me mate…Ill pay you treble your fare”, “Not fucking likely you weirdo” and with that he drove off. “You bastard” cried Don as he wiggled back to his doorway.

All sorts of humiliating thoughts flashed through his brain as Don tried hard to figure out a way to get home, but the more he thought, the more disgraced and despondent he became. As the old shops clock read 2.21am his tears of shame ran freely.

Each hour from then was a worry that he’d be noticed, by the clubbers; looking for a place to piss, and then after nearly 14 hours in high heels his legs were burning with pains he couldn’t describe, shifting from one foot to the other his next worry was the early morning lights that would fill the streets with cars ad people. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take.

At 4.20 Don’s hopes increased as a 4x4 backed into the dead end, “Please let it be her…pleeese”. Dons eyes filled with joy as she stepped out and strolled up the pavement towards him. She was dressed in a NYPD uniform with gun, night stick and cuffs around her belt. She stopped before him and tugged at her fishnets stockings before easing her tight skirt down over her strong thighs. Waving her night stick around she circled Dons quivering body and stopped in front of him “Sgt Hard-Bitch” glinted from her steel badge on her top pocket. “Looks like you are under arrest for impersonating a lady”. Don winced with shame as her night stick flipped his skirt over his bare arse. He knew she was playing games with him but he had to get home, then his cock flipped out from under his tiny skirt. “And this cock fits the description given to us by a young woman, and several gay men”. “But I only flashed it at the ladies, I promise you!” “You’re under arrest on your own admission then”.

Sgt Hard-Bitch swung him round into the shops front door and cuffed his wrists behind him. “Please, I wont do it again, Please…I’ve only done it once before, Please Lady, Ill do anything you say…I just want my clothes back, I must get hommmmmmppppphhhh”, her ball gag shut him up completely.

Dons legs began to shake out of control as she lifted his cock on her night stick, “I suppose I’m going to need some evidence”. Throwing her left arm around his neck she whispered in his ear, “Its been a ling night baby, and its going to get longer like this cock”. Belting her night stick she pulled off her leather glove with pure white teeth. Don closed is eyes as her long red nailed fingers stroked him off to a thrusting climax that almost buckled his knees, then before he could gather his thoughts his arse rang from a loud slap “Move it bitch”

She ushered him down the pavement to her 4x4 then pushed him into the centre of the rear seat. Don mumbled from behind his gag as she strapped him into the hip crushing seatbelt, then he stopped complaining as she cuffed his think ankles to the roll cage on either side of the vehicle. Dusting her hands together had her loving every second his capture. Then she ran her hand up his stocking clad thigh and toyed with his spent cock. “You see! When you flash women, you need to be very selective…or you may pick up the wrong one”. Don’s eyes nearly exploded as she lifted her skirt to reveal a huge veined cock with an enormous bell end. He began to struggle against violently against his restraints as she continued, “I’m sure the real women on the area wont miss you for a couple of months”. She checked her watch, “Its nearly six and we don’t want to be late for the party, and I’m sure that cocks going to go down a treat with the boys”.

Don’s frantic struggle increased as she pouted him a kiss and slammed the door. Panic tears rolled down his cheeks as he begged her to reconsider from behind his ball gag, then he turned his efforts to the early women workers passing on the pavement just feet away as the 4x4 stopped at the lights, they looked and waved as the vehicle roared off. Don’s heart sank as he continued to struggle. “I’d save your energy for fighting off the boys, because they are going to be so happy to see a new piece of arse in that skirt, and that cocks really going to have every opportunity to go on show.

Don’s head slumped onto his chest in defeat as her 4x4 turned onto the Westway and picked up speed.

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