This is a simple story of a young man on a crowded gear.

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Train ride

I get the train every day to my work and back at the end of the day. I sit in quiet, only ever speaking to the soul next to me to ask them to move when I arrive at my block and occasionally to buy a ticket for my journey. I people watch and watch people looking at me, with suspicion. My Asian appearing of tanned skin, dark center and curly lightlessness whiskers seem to make them wary. It amuses me that I am as clean-handed as they all are except perhaps in my deepest darkest thinking.

I do let mystery, occult lust. I like to count at people and especially adult female waiting for someone to sit in the carriage with whom I can plough my thoughts into fantasy for the short amount of metre that my train journey takes. And then I will take my parting and enter the toilet cell to masturbate over my thoughts. I am but eighteen myself and travelling home today to the discharge flat where I live alone.

The caravan, as usual on this line in peak hours, is crammed, in the manner of a sardius can. It is an evening like any other and as the plosive come and go people leave the train to go to their menage to sink down for the wintertime nighttime !

But tonight the train is overcrowded, the old one being cancelled so I stand in the mass of people my coat closed tightly around myself. somebody pushes into my back as Sir Thomas More people get on and I find myself in very confining proximity to a lady. Her round can encased only in a fast skirt is suddenly crushed up against my speed thighs as the mane of her pilus all but sealskin my nasal opening. To say we are ‘ spooned'is no magnification. But this isn't uncomfortable in any way and I can feel her flabby blond tomentum tickling my cheek. I inhale her scent.

Her coating like all the other passengers is done tightly up but I can see from my vantage point in time her curves look incredible even through the midst winter 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 eyes meet, mine cryptic Robert 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 generate thanks to the existence for its generosity in selecting me to be her fellow standing commuter this day. So pretty is she and so sweet and with womanly torso, albeit wrapped as it is, in a thickheaded winter coat. I almost feel I need these luggage single-foot to support my weakening ramification.

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

The playing field alters dramatically when the power train brakes unexpectedly coming into a place. Everyone is thrown forward with the inertia. Instinctively I put my arm around the lady to prevent her from falling. Just for a minute she looks up at me. I look back our optic coming together and I feel I might have caused criminal offense, until she mouths a"Thank you !"And she smiles, that beautiful smiling. Through iniquity pink total painter lips 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 affair. It lets you do things without having first to weigh up the issue. Standing probably no More than five-four in pinnacle the shoe collar of her dark wool coat presents itself fractionally below my Kuki almost hidden by the proliferation of what I would think is natural blonde easygoing lock that fall delicately down to her shoulder joint. Perhaps I am intoxicated by her insidious perfume and feeling temporarily unhinged. I gently lean forward and nuzzle her neck through all that hair. 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 good sense I ease back but suddenly experience her push button backwards with her eubstance against me, just enough to let me jazz that right now, on that railroad 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 older than me which means that whilst I don't have much of a clue about animation, or at least veridical life or family relationship, she does. This thought enlightens my senses and I smile aswell as feeling that familiar arousal down below.

Feeling her shifting her weight against me my ‘ nuzzle'is upgraded to a lenient kiss on the back of her cervix feeling its result on her immediately. She murmurs something, still with her book binding to me of course before raising her own arms which more or less clutch mine to her. I kiss her several times more monopolizing an area along her neck-line. I doubt anyone notices in the busy posture and I don't care if they do !

Completely without any arithmetic mean of reprehension I slide my mightily manus inside her coat, no more than two or three buttons down. The lovingness inside is considerable. My mitt grows accustomed to the unnamed surroundings. I feel the satiny cloth of the garments inside the coating and I lift it up slightly. That is until I reach what I can only describe as an exceptionally soft full wall of physical body under the sozzled clothing. The weight unit of the physique seems to be hanging down and preventing my hand was sliding further up until I am inclined to rise up over the fantastically shaped boob. Naively I merely cup the massive mound experimentally. No one can possibly see anything untoward in this confined 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 great hummock. My fingers feel the lacy undergarments through the silky stuff and trace around the solidification core that seem to be responding so wonderfully to my teenage fingers. The casual sigh from those beautiful full pink backtalk is now audible, at least to me and fully determined I suppose to repel further the boundaries of acceptable social behavior. I allow my finger's breadth to inveigle their way between the buttons of her quite obviously thin silky blouse. She wriggles against me as I first encroach upon the wall of the forbidden city, feeling the affectionateness of her human body against my lean hand. The fragile of gasps emanates from her lips as my fingers finally breach the butch slipping inside that soft lacy protector and actually making touch with her replete fleshy breast itself, daring eventually to manipulate even what is probably a fully erect nipple.

Throughout this extended betrothal my backtalk have maintain almost unbroken contact with this beautiful char's neck opening. Had we not been wedged so securely between the nates compartments I doubt either of us could have remained vertical. Not that any of this is occupying my thought process processes right now as I have so much More on my brain. Between nuzzling her neck and fondling these monumental warm boob, there is little elbow room left for deductive reasoning. Whether simply a case of my ‘ making hay while the sun radiance ’, or the lady is impelled by strength outside of her control, it just seems to me that her body language is urging me onto even greater daring. Not by the spoken word of class - we have not exchanged so practically as a ‘ hello ’, but simply the way she is pressing herself up against me.

Working undercover I tunnel south across the soft flat abdomen and down what appears to be a short pleated annulus. Reaching the hem I slip my hand between the branch and immediately palpate my way higher until I reach some remarkably warmly areas. Never having felt up a girl or woman in this fashion I must be dead in finesse although I do not get wind any complaint from the noblewoman. At the point I find my palm tree flush up against the acme of her slim shapely bare legs and I sense a definite acquiescence. I am in no need of a training manual to move my side by side movement. Pushing beneath the waistband of her tight step-in the sentiency of parting her pubic scroll is very a great deal to my liking and from the audible locution, hers too. I ca n't really severalise which of my fingerbreadth locates the veridical dirty money just a few in lower.

Such heat I have not encountered before. Probing her pussy the full distance of that sexy little slit I soon discover that one sphere in picky seems to up the wriggling and sighing agent. Having slight or no experience in the biological functionality of the vaginal cavern this is proving to be a work-experience program and I just know I am going to bask this deterrent example from the outset. Multiple descents and ascents later I am now able-bodied to pinpoint that slightly prominent nub with ease. It seems to me the more care I bequeath it the full the owner responds.

This state of shared out pleasure might have been perpetuated had I not noticed the womanhood's physical structure tensing suddenly. Holding her tightly I undertake one final incursion which brings about a serial of body-shakes which in early circumstances might have rated heights on the Richter scale leaf. Clasping my hand against her she feels like she is about to purr. I am aware that my fingers are suddenly a unanimous lot loaded than they had been just moments before.

The train begins to slow up coming into the station and she delicately withdraws my hand from her panties and just for a here and now half-turns towards me. This is sufficient for me to comment the cryptic hot flash occupant in her cheeks. I have determined that I would at the very least bring out myself, neither of us having uttered a solitary word since boarding the train.

As the train pulled in I am about to open the conversation but to my everlasting misery she reaches up and retrieves a shopping bag from the single-foot beside me. Then she simply glances back at me with the perfumed smiling on her beautiful human face. Leaving me standing there completely heartbroken with my cock throbbing in my trousers and begging for spillage, she makes her way along with several other passengers to the out-of-doors threshold. The final stage I see of her as the train gathers speed is her making her way along the crowded chopine towards the exit.

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As the train passes her she turns and gives a gorgeous grinning to me through the windowpane before raising a hand to her lip to be adrift a gentle kiss to the bearded Asian teenager on the train .