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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 silence, only ever speaking to the person next to me to ask them to strike when I arrive at my blockage and occasionally to buy a ticket for my journey. I people watch and watch people looking at me, with suspicion. My Asiatic show of tanned cutis, sorry eyes and curly ignominious beard seem to seduce them wary. It amuses me that I am as innocent as they all are except perhaps in my deepest darkest thinking.

I do stimulate secrets, mystery lecherousness. I like to await at people and especially charwoman waiting for mortal to sit in the pusher with whom I can turn my thoughts into fantasy for the short quantity of time that my train journey takes. And then I will direct my leave and enter the can cubicle to jerk off over my thoughts. I am but eighteen myself and travelling menage today to the abandon flat where I live alone.

The train, as common on this line in peak hours, is crammed, in the personal manner of a sardine can. It is an evening like any other and as the stops number and go hoi polloi leave the string to go to their abode to nail down down for the winter nighttime !

But tonight the caravan is overcrowded, the previous one being cancelled so I stand in the mass of people my coat closed tightly around myself. Someone pushes into my back as more the great unwashed get on and I find myself in very close propinquity to a madam. Her daily round bottom encased only in a nasty annulus is suddenly crushed up against my speed thighs as the mane of her hair all but seal of approval my nasal orifices. To say we are ‘ spoon'is no overstatement. But this isn't uncomfortable in any way and I can palpate her soft blonde hair tickling my cheek. I inhale her scent.

Her coating like all the early passengers is done tightly up but I can see from my vantage point her curved shape look incredible even through the thick winter coat she is wearing. At one point she glances around and looked up at me as if to rationalise for her unladylike overcrowding of me. Our eyes meet, mine deep brown and dark and hers cat valium 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 public for its generousness in selecting me to be her companion standing commuter this day. So pretty is she and so sweet-smelling and with womanly body, albeit wrapped as it is, in a thick winter coat. I almost feel I need these luggage racks to hold my weakening legs.

Something LE than a intimate predator I am sure I do not have an erection, despite the provocative massage that her rear-end is unavoidably bequeathing me as a effect of the swaying go-cart. The sensation however of having her that up-close and personal is something I will think of. In all honesty I would be felicitous for it to never end. I just implore she lives at the end of the business line or at the very least way past my station.

The performing field 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 middle encounter and I feel I might make caused offensive, until she mouths a"Thank you !"And she smiles, that beautiful grinning. Through dark-skinned pink fully panther sass 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 tremendous matter. It lets you do things without having first to weigh up the effect. Standing probably no More than five-four in height the collar of her blue woollen coat present tense itself fractionally below my chin almost hidden by the proliferation of what I would think is lifelike blonde soft curls that fall delicately down to her shoulders. Perhaps I am intoxicated by her pernicious perfume and feeling temporarily unhinged. I gently lean forward and nuzzle her neck through all that hair. She smells saintly 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 feel her button backwards with her body against me, just enough to let me acknowledge that right now, on that train on this icy winter's night, I am supposed to be with her for whatever grounds and for however briefly. I know she is older than me which means that whilst I don't have much of a clue about life story, or at least real living or relationships, 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 ‘ nestle'is upgraded to a easy buss on the back of her neck feeling its effect on her immediately. She murmurs something, still with her back to me of trend before raising her own arms which more or less clasp mine to her. I kiss her several times more monopolizing an orbit along her neck-line. I doubt anyone notices in the fussy pram and I don't care if they do !

Completely without any first moment of rebuke I slide my right on deal inside her coating, no more than two or three clitoris down. The warmth inside is considerable. My handwriting grows accustomed to the obscure milieu. I feel the silky stuff 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 bod under the rigorous wearable. The weight of the material body seems to be hanging down and preventing my hired hand was sliding further up until I am prepared to rise up over the fantastically shaped titty. Naively I merely cup the massive cumulation experimentally. No one can possibly see anything untoward in this confined space.

By now she is noticeably pushing back into me and making the tenuous rather sweet piffling sounds as I grow more adventurous beginning to fondle both toilsome mounds. My finger feel the lacy undergarments through the silklike material and touch around the hardening nubs that seem to be responding so wonderfully to my teenage finger. The casual suspiration from those beautiful fully garden pink back talk is now hearable, at least to me and fully determined I suppose to repel further the bounds of satisfactory social behavior. I allow my fingers to coax their way between the buttons of her quite obviously thin silky blouse. She wriggles against me as I first encroach upon the bulwark of the forbidden city, feeling the warmth of her form against my thin helping hand. The thin of gasp emanates from her rim as my fingers finally breach the dyke slipping inside that soft lacy protector and actually making touch with her full fleshy bosom itself, daring eventually to manipulate even what is probably a fully upright nipple.

Throughout this lengthy engagement my rim have maintain almost unbroken contact lens with this beautiful fair sex's neck. Had we not been wedged so securely between the seat compartments I doubt either of us could own remained upright. Not that any of this is occupying my thought processes right now as I have so much more than on my mind. Between nuzzling her neck and fondling these monumental warm breasts, there is little room left for deductive abstract thought. Whether simply a sheath of my ‘ making hay while the sun radiance ’, or the lady is impelled by military unit outside of her restraint, it just seems to me that her trunk language is urging me onto even heavy daring. Not by the spoken give-and-take of line - we have not exchanged so much as a ‘ hullo ’, 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 pleat skirt. Reaching the hem I slip my hand between the legs and immediately experience my way gamy until I reach some remarkably warm domain. Never having felt up a missy or womanhood in this fashion I must be short in finesse although I do not hear any ill from the noblewoman. At the stop I find my palm flush up against the apex of her slim shapely mere leg and I sense a definite acquiescence. I am in no need of a preparation manual to prompt my next move. Pushing beneath the girdle of her stiff pantie the sensation of parting her pubic curls is very much to my liking and from the audible expression, hers too. I ca n't really tell which of my digit locates the literal swag just a few inches lower.

Such heat I have not encountered before. Probing her pussy the full distance of that aphrodisiac little pussy I soon discover that one area in particular seems to up the wriggling and sighing factor. Having little or no experience in the biological functionality of the vaginal cavern this is proving to be a work-experience computer program and I just know I am going to enjoy this lesson from the outset. Multiple blood and climb later I am now able to pinpoint that slightly salient nub with ease. It seems to me the more attention I bequeath it the better the possessor responds.

This country of shared pleasure might have been perpetuated had I not noticed the fair sex's body tensing suddenly. Holding her tightly I undertake one concluding incursion which brings about a series of body-shakes which in former setting might receive rated eminent on the Richter Scale. Clasping my hand against her she feels like she is about to purr. I am aware that my fingerbreadth are suddenly a unharmed lot soaked than they had been just second before.

The gearing begins to slack up coming into the station and she delicately withdraws my hand from her panty and just for a consequence half-turns towards me. This is sufficient for me to comment the cryptic flush house physician in her cheeks. I have determined that I would at the very least insert myself, neither of us having uttered a sole word since boarding the train.

As the gearing 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 sweet-flavored smile on her beautiful face. Leaving me standing there completely heartbroken with my putz throbbing in my trouser and begging for outlet, she makes her way along with several early passengers to the open up door. The live I see of her as the train gathers speeding is her making her way along the crowded weapons platform towards the exit.

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As the wagon train passes her she turns and gives a gorgeous smile to me through the window before raising a handwriting to her lips to brag a soft osculation to the whiskered Asian adolescent on the wagon train .