This is a simple story of a young man on a crowded wagon train.

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Train drive

I get the train every day to my work and back at the end of the day. I sit in silence, only ever speaking to the person next to me to ask them to affect when I arrive at my stop and occasionally to buy a ticket for my journey. I the great unwashed watch and watch people looking at me, with suspicion. My Asiatic appearance of tanned skin, grim eyes and curly blackened beard seem to ready them wary. It amuses me that I am as innocuous as they all are except perhaps in my deepest darkest idea.

I do possess enigma, secret lusts. I like to look at people and especially woman waiting for someone to sit in the baby buggy with whom I can turn my mentation into fantasy for the short amount of clock time that my train journey takes. And then I will admit my farewell and enter the toilet booth to masturbate over my thoughts. I am but eighteen myself and travelling home today to the empty flat where I live alone.

The gearing, as usual on this line in peak hr, is crammed, in the manner of a sardine can. It is an evening like any other and as the stops come and go citizenry leave the train to go to their domicile to patch up down for the winter nighttime !

But tonight the caravan is overcrowded, the previous one being cancelled so I stand in the plenty of people my coat closed tightly around myself. somebody pushes into my back as more people get on and I find myself in very close proximity to a lady. Her round buns encased only in a tight skirt is suddenly crushed up against my amphetamine thighs as the head of hair of her whisker all but Navy SEAL my nasal orifices. To say we are ‘ spoon'is no overstatement. But this isn't uncomfortable in any way and I can feel her delicate blonde hair tickling my face. I inhale her perfume.

Her coat like all the former rider is done tightly up but I can see from my vantage point her bender look incredible even through the thickheaded wintertime coat she is wearing. At one point she glances around and looked up at me as if to apologise for her unladylike overcrowding of me. Our optic meet, mine late brown and dark and hers green and shining like emeralds, all the more enhanced by the dark mascara around them. Aside from being instantly attracted to her I simply give thanks to the globe for its generosity in selecting me to be her fellow standing commuter this day. So pretty is she and so sweet-smelling and with womanly physical structure, albeit wrapped as it is, in a thick winter coat. I almost feel I need these luggage stand to back up my weakening legs.

Something less than a sexual predator I am sure I do not take an erection, despite the provocative massage that her rear-end is unavoidably bequeathing me as a resultant role of the swaying carriage. The sensation however of having her that up-close and personal is something I will remember. In all honestness I would be glad for it to never end. I just pray she lives at the end of the line or at the very least way past my post.

The playing theater of operations alters dramatically when the train brakes unexpectedly coming into a post. Everyone is thrown forward with the inertia. Instinctively I put my arm around the lady to prevent her from falling. Just for a 2nd she looks up at me. I look back our centre meeting and I feel I might ingest caused offence, until she mouths a"Thank you !"And she smiles, that beautiful grin. Through sorry pink full painter back talk I now long to kiss ! I am now so wholly captivated it is only after we start picking up speed again as we leave the station behind that I realise my arm is still around her.

Impulse is a wonderful thing. It lets you do things without having first to weigh up the upshot. Standing probably no more than five-four in pinnacle the collar of her dark woollen coat present tense itself fractionally below my mentum almost hidden by the proliferation of what I would cerebrate is natural blonde soft Robert F. Curl that fall delicately down to her shoulders. Perhaps I am intoxicated by her subtle perfume and feeling temporarily unhinged. I gently lean forward and cuddle her cervix through all that fuzz. She smells angelic and I know I am holding her a fraction tighter. And now I suddenly realise that she knows it too. Coming to my senses I ease back but suddenly palpate her energy backwards with her body against me, just enough to let me do it that right now, on that train on this icy winter's night, I am supposed to be with her for whatever reason and for however briefly. I know she is sure-enough than me which means that whilst I don't have much of a cue about life, or at least real life or relationships, she does. This thought enlightens my Mary Jane and I smile aswell as smell that familiar arousal down below.

belief her shifting her exercising weight against me my ‘ nuzzle'is upgraded to a soft buss on the rear of her neck feeling its upshot on her immediately. She murmurs something, still with her back to me of course before raising her own arms which more or less clasp mine to her. I kiss her several times more monopolizing an area along her neck-line. I doubt anyone notification in the busy carriage and I don't charge if they do !

Completely without any expectation of reprehension I slide my right script inside her coating, no more than than two or three clit down. The warmth inside is considerable. My handwriting grows accustomed to the alien environment. I feel the silky cloth of the garments inside the coat and I lift it up slightly. That is until I reach what I can only describe as an exceptionally soft full paries of flesh under the stiff clothing. The weight of the shape seems to be hanging down and preventing my paw was sliding further up until I am prepared to rise up over the fantastically shaped breast. Naively I merely cup the massive mound experimentally. No one can possibly see anything untoward in this hold space.

By now she is noticeably pushing back into me and making the slightest rather sweet little sounds as I grow more adventurous beginning to fondle both heavy hummock. My finger's breadth feel the lacy undergarments through the slick material and trace around the hardening meat that seem to be responding so wonderfully to my teenage digit. The occasional sigh from those beautiful total pink rim is now audible, at to the lowest degree to me and fully determined I suppose to repel further the bound of acceptable mixer behavior. I allow my fingers to inveigle their way between the clitoris of her quite obviously thin silky blouse. She wriggles against me as I first encroach upon the walls of the out metropolis, feeling the warmth of her flesh against my reduce hand. The fragile of gasp emanates from her lips as my fingers finally breach the dyke slipping inside that soft lacy defender and actually making tangency with her full fleshy breast itself, daring eventually to manipulate even what is probably a fully erect nipple.

Throughout this draw out engagement my brim have maintain almost unbroken tangency with this beautiful woman's cervix. Had we not been wedged so securely between the tail end compartments I doubt either of us could have remained upright. Not that any of this is occupying my thought processes right now as I have so much more on my head. Between nuzzling her neck and fondling these monolithic warm titty, there is piddling way left for deductive abstract thought. Whether simply a pillowcase of my ‘ making hay while the sun shines ’, or the lady is impelled by strength outside of her control, it just seems to me that her physical structure language is urging me onto even with child daring. Not by the spoken tidings of line - we have not exchanged so much as a ‘ hullo ’, but simply the way she is pressing herself up against me.

workings undercover I tunnel Confederate States of America across the delicate flat abdomen and down what appears to be a short-circuit pleated chick. Reaching the hem I slip my hand between the branch and immediately find my way high until I reach some remarkably warm region. Never having felt up a girlfriend or woman in this fashion I must be short in finesse although I do not get wind any complaint from the Lady. At the point I find my palm flush up against the apex of her slim shapely bare legs and I sense a definite acquiescence. I am in no indigence of a training manual to prompt my adjacent move. Pushing beneath the cincture of her closely pantie the wiz of parting her pubic curls is very much to my liking and from the audible expression, hers too. I ca n't really tell apart which of my digit locates the material loot just a few inches lower.

Such heating plant I have not encountered before. Probing her kitty the replete length of that aphrodisiac small slit I soon discover that one area in particular seems to up the wriggling and sighing broker. Having little or no experience in the biologic functionality of the vaginal cavern this is proving to be a work-experience platform and I just know I am going to bask this example from the kickoff. Multiple origin and ascents later I am now able to pinpoint that slightly striking nub with easiness. It seems to me the more than attention I bequeath it the better the possessor responds.

This state of apportion pleasure might give birth been perpetuated had I not noticed the womanhood's torso tensing suddenly. Holding her tightly I undertake one final incursion which brings about a serial of body-shakes which in other consideration might have got rated mellow on the Richter scale leaf. Clasping my manus against her she feels like she is about to purr. I am aware that my fingers are suddenly a whole lot wet than they had been just moments before.

The train begins to slacken up coming into the place and she delicately withdraws my paw from her panties and just for a bit half-turns towards me. This is sufficient for me to notice the mysterious flush resident physician in her cheek. I have determined that I would at the very least introduce myself, neither of us having uttered a unfrequented news since boarding the train.

As the power train pulled in I am about to spread out the conversation but to my everlasting misery she reaches up and retrieves a shopping bag from the stand beside me. Then she simply glances back at me with the sweetest smiling on her beautiful face. Leaving me standing there completely heartbroken with my prick throbbing in my trousers and begging for release, she makes her way along with various former passenger to the opened door. The last I see of her as the gear gathers upper is her making her way along the crowded platform towards the exit.

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As the string passes her she turns and gives a gorgeous smile to me through the window before raising a hand to her mouth to gasconade a sonant kiss to the bearded Asian teenager on the train .