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Shooting BeaversThis is a work of fiction so there was no need to change the names because this never happened but I?d love to have been the central figure in this story. I wrote 100% of this single chapter story.I have been told that my sexual maturity was frozen at the age of 13 when I shot my first beaver. NO, this is not a hunting story, at that age all guys had this fantasy of looking up a girl or woman?s skirt and seeing their panties. And if luck was on their side they would shoot the ultimate beaver if they were not wearing panties. And of course way back in the late 1950?s a shaved pussy was something that didn?t happen that much, if at all.So now that you understand that I have the sexual maturity of a teenager because I have this compulsion to look up a woman?s skirt and still reach the pinnacle of that fetish by shooting a bare beaver. And today I not only got a good look up a skirt but the woman knew it and provided some inspiration for my immature mind.My car was in the repair shop so instead of commuting in my vehicle I took the city bus. I am not very excited about city bus travel because it seems that it is always crowded and filthy dirty. But surprisingly this afternoon I got on a fairly new bus that was clean. And to top it off it was nearly empty making the ride a little less tense.I was tapping on my smart phone trying to answer some e-mail when I felt the bus lurch to a stop and of course there was the noise of departing and arriving passengers. I didn?t bother to look up from my phone until the bus started to move and casually looked down the aisle towards the center of the bus.A young woman, probably late 20?s was setting a few rows back. Her long blond hair flowed onto her black shirt that was unsnapped in the front revealing her beautiful cleavage. I tried not to stare but her tits were pushed up and revealed the most seductive cleavage one could imagine.She was looking out a side window so my gaze lingered on her beautiful form. She had on a short white skirt and pink platform high heeled shoes. Her bare legs were pressed together hiding my view between her legs. I tried to imagine what must lie between her beautiful bare legs.I felt my cock spring to life as I anticipated the possibility that I could catch her relaxing those legs and getting a peek up her skirt. The kaçak iddaa bus bumped along the city streets and as it would hit a bump her legs would part slightly, but never enough to give me a full view.Then she turned to face me and caught me looking at her. I don?t know how long she had been looking at me because my eyes were riveted to her knees and her milky white legs that vanished below the gentle folds of her skirt. When I became aware she was looking at me I casually dropped my eyes to my phone again trying to pretend I was not looking at her intently.I could feel her eyes on me. Perhaps it was guilt over staring at her. Or it might have been the lust in my immature mind for a peek up her skirt. Perhaps it was the fantasy in my mind that she would spread her legs, show me her pussy, and then we?d have sex in the bus. I don?t know, but my twisted old mind had put me in this uncomfortable place.My mind drifted back to when I first became aware of woman and the secrets hidden under their skirts. My first exposure can?t really be called shooting a beaver because it was a full frontal view of my great aunt getting dressed. We were at a family gathering and the house was crowded and full of conversation and the scent of food being prepared.My mother told me to go find a place to set and not to move until it was time to eat. As I walked through my great grandmother?s 1800?s house I saw an empty chair in what she called the front room. As I turned to set in the chair my eyes locked onto a scene I had never seen. My great aunt was pulling a dress off over her head and as it pulled up I felt like I was in a movie theater with the curtain rising to show the screen.But in this case it was a 60 year old woman wearing nothing but a garter belt and stockings. Her pussy was covered with a thick patch of hair and my cock immediately hardened to the point I thought it would explode. She struggled with the dress with her arms trapped and unable to let it down or move higher.I watched her movements unable to look away. She parted her legs a bit for balance and I could clearly see between them. The hair covered all her private bits by my young mind knew immediately that this was an image that one just doesn?t get to see. As she bent forward I could see her head covered with the dress and her tits hung loosely kaçak bahis in her bra that was gapping open.But my eyes went back to the fluffy hair covered pussy and I remembered my friend saying, ?you can?t really claim to have shot a beaver unless you see skin and hair. Panties don?t count.? Well at that moment I called it, I shot her beaver. I heard my mother calling to me and had to try to adjust my erection before leaving my seat and the view of my aunt struggling to free herself from the self imposed prison of her dress.I laughed thinking of that sight and wondering how she was able to get out of that dress. It was at that moment that I was brought back to the reality in front of me. The young woman was smiling at me and looking at my lap. Just like that day at my grandmothers my cock had risen to the thoughts of seeing a bare pussy. There was no adjusting that could hide my arousal. I felt my face redden with embarrassment. Here I was a 71 year old man with a full blow erection on a city bus and the young woman facing me had noticed it.I tried not to look at her but her smile seemed genuine and without any threat or malice. I pretended to look at my phone but then her movements seemed to demand my attention. I watched as her hands moved to her bare thighs as she parted legs and she pulled her skirt up exposing her white lace trimmed panties.Her panties fit her snugly and I could see a slight crease but would not call it a camel toe. But there was no doubt that I was getting a perfect view between her legs. Then as if she was reading my mind she pointed to my phone and made a hand movement that indicated taking a picture. My hands trembled, ?this just doesn?t happen,? I thought to myself.After all she was a young woman in a public place inviting an old man to take a picture of her panty covered pussy. Her smile was unchanged and her blue eyes looked past the façade of my attempt to pretend we were not playing this game. She made the motion of taking a picture again so I complied and set up for a picture.I watched in my phone as she moved her left leg to the side giving me an unobstructed target for the lens of my camera. My phone made a sound of a camera clicking a picture and she smiled broadly with a nod of her head indicating her pleasure at my action. My cock was throbbing in my illegal bahis trousers as I could not take my eyes off her panties.I noticed a slight movement in her legs and looked up, she had turned her head checking other passengers on the bus and then turned back to me and motioned with her finger for me to come set in the seat immediately across from her. I sat looking at her, frozen in my seat yet held in what felt like a trance as if I was under some spell brought on my brazen exposure of her panties.As a further enticement she pulled her panty aside and I saw her groomed pussy in every detail. As if drawn to her like a magnet I felt myself standing without any regard to the exposure of my prominent bulge showing my arousal for this young woman. I moved quickly to the seat opposite her and sat down as she watched my erection shifting in my trousers.She didn?t say a word and smiled again. I tried not to stare between her legs but I my attempt failed as my eyes focused at her exposed pussy. I could clearly see her labia parted exposing her clit and the inner folds of flesh as she held her panty aside. And then she motioned for another picture.My hands were trembling as I reset the phone and carefully framed the picture for the maximum detail. I clicked once, twice, three times to make sure I captured the scene that had me so aroused. I looked up and saw an approving expression on her face.Then her hands made another motion, she wanted me to expose my cock and she made a motion as if she was jerking a cock. My face was flushed, my heart beating wildly in my chest, and I felt compelled to follow her suggestion even though not a word was spoken.I looked around and then eased my zipper down and pried my erection out of my trousers and looked up at her and saw a wide grin. Then her hand moved again, as if jerking a cock. For reasons that I couldn?t express then or now I did as she suggested with her hand gesture and slowly stroked my cock. And she reciprocated by slipping a finger between her folds and rubbed around her clit. Her fingers glistened with her wetness and I imagined running my tongue along her gash.Suddenly the bus lurched to a stop and the sound of air brakes broke the trance. As passengers began moving in the bus I quickly hid my cock and she frowned mocking displeasure but did the same by returning her panty in place and pulling her skirt down. She reached for my phone still clutched in my hand and tapped something and handed it back.?SAME TIME SAME PLACE TOMORROW.? And got up and left the bus.