Illegal or not one thing is certain. Any man photographing nothing but young women and girls in public places has serious issues and is, in my opinion, a danger to women and girls. This predatory behaviour is deeply sexist and brings the genre of street photography and street photographers into disrepute.

The lovely lady squeezed my hand gently and held it for a while. “I’m very pleased to meet you,” she said. “My name is Veronica, how far are you going?” But when I looked up at her with fear in my eyes, – real fear of losing her, she smiled sexily and murmured softly, “It’s alright, Ivan, dear. Cunt is a lovely word when we say it together, and I’m pleased that you like my cunt, even though you can’t see it all yet.” Then, the other old favourite, “Would you mind if I slipped off my shoes?” as she revealed a beautiful, dainty pair of feet, adorned in sheer, silky nylon that cried out to be kissed and caressed. No harm in dreaming, I suppose. No, no harm in dreaming and no harm in the throbbing bulge that was developing in my soft cotton underpants. Unfortunately the development taking place in my underpants had distracted my senses, for the next thing I knew was that the train had drifted to a halt and the door of my compartment swung open.Oooooh!” I gasped, “That feels unbelievable, like nothing I’ve ever felt before, but I don’t think I can hold on much longer.” I saw a photo-stream today where a man had captured nothing but long lens photographs of young women and girls on the street, mothers with children too, and as many attempts at 'flesh' shots as possible. Wind blowing skirts into the air with naked bottoms on the street and the shot tagged as 'Upskirt' too! Oh!” was all I could manage in response. Fortunately, I collected my thoughts fairly rapidly and smilingly exclaimed, “What a wonderful profession. I would love to be your faithful employee”. Then I decided to venture further, and asked, “If it isn’t an impertinent question, are you wearing a full or half-length slip?” Plenty of room in here,” said an assertive but warm, female voice. As I opened my eyes properly I saw that the owner of the voice was a fresh, vibrant looking lady, old enough to be experienced, yet youthful in her demeanour. As she stepped up into the compartment her gaze seemed to focus directly on my trousers which contained a slowly subsiding and unrelieved erection. I blushed. She smiled, mischievously.

She continued stroking my underpants all over from fondling their strong, wide waist-elastic, down onto their cute Y-front area and the seams detail that seemed to hold much of her attention. Underwear is so beautiful,” she murmured really lovingly. “I can tell that you are a true lover of underwear, and I love your beautiful, full-fitting white underpants, too. They are just the sort of underpants that I adore, and I even have a collection of my own, traditional, soft white cotton underpants for my own secret pleasures, so we are very well met, aren’t we, Ivan?”I was naturally hesitant but Veronica sensed my nervousness and said, “It’s quite alright, nobody can see, and, in any case I feel comfortable with you, and instinctively trust you,” and she smiled reassuringly. If we don't shoot people with respect and dignity we will eventually lose the right to shoot people at all.