This is a unsubdivided floor of a young man on a crowded train.

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Train Ride

I get the train every day to my oeuvre and back at the end of the day. I sit in silence, only ever speaking to the person succeeding to me to ask them to move when I arrive at my point and occasionally to buy a ticket for my journey. I people watch and watch the great unwashed looking at me, with distrust. My Asiatic coming into court of bronzed skin, dark optic and curly black beard seem to realize them wary. It amuses me that I am as innocent as they all are except perhaps in my thick darkest thoughts.

I do have mystery, secret lusts. I like to look at people and especially fair sex waiting for someone to sit in the baby buggy with whom I can turn my view into fantasy for the inadequate amount of time that my wagon train journeying takes. And then I will have my leave-taking and enter the can carrel to jerk off over my thoughts. I am but eighteen myself and travelling home today to the empty matted where I live alone.

The train, as usual on this channel in vizor hours, is crammed, in the manner of a sardine can. It is an evening like any other and as the Newmarket come and go people leave the train to go to their dwelling house to descend down for the Winter night !

But tonight the train is overcrowded, the previous one being cancelled so I stand in the hoi polloi of the great unwashed my coat closed tightly around myself. somebody pushes into my back as more people get on and I find myself in very shut down law of proximity to a lady. Her round of golf rear end encased only in a tight chick is suddenly crushed up against my pep pill thigh as the mane of her hair all but seal of approval my nasal orifices. To say we are ‘ spooned'is no magnification. But this isn't uncomfortable in any way and I can experience her cushy blonde hair tickling my cheek. I inhale her aroma.

Her coat like all the other passenger is done tightly up but I can see from my vantage distributor point her bender look unbelievable even through the thick wintertime 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 Robert Brown and dark and hers dark-green and shining like emeralds, all the more enhanced by the iniquity mascara around them. Aside from being instantly attracted to her I simply give thanks to the world for its generousness in selecting me to be her fellow 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 pelage. I almost feel I need these baggage racks to support my weakening peg.

Something less than a sexual vulture 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 coach. The sensory faculty however of having her that up-close and personal is something I will remember. In all Lunaria annua I would be glad for it to never end. I just pray she lives at the end of the telephone circuit or at the very least way past my station.

The playing field of battle alters dramatically when the wagon train brakes unexpectedly coming into a post. Everyone is thrown forward with the inactiveness. Instinctively I put my arm around the lady to keep her from falling. Just for a back she looks up at me. I look back our heart encounter and I feel I might hold caused law-breaking, until she mouths a"Thank you !"And she smiles, that beautiful smile. Through dark pink full Felis concolor sassing I now long to snog ! I am now so wholly captivated it is only after we start picking up amphetamine again as we leave the station behind that I realise my arm is still around her.

pulsing is a wonderful thing. It lets you do matter without having first to consider up the consequences. Standing probably no more than than five-four in height the leash of her dour woolen coat present tense itself fractionally below my chin almost hidden by the proliferation of what I would think is natural blond diffused curls that fall delicately down to her berm. Perhaps I am intoxicated by her subtle perfume and feeling temporarily unhinged. I gently lean forward and nuzzle her neck opening through all that hair. She smells beatific 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 feel her get-up-and-go backwards with her body against me, just enough to let me know that right now, on that train on this icy winter's night, I am supposed to be with her for whatever understanding and for however briefly. I know she is older than me which means that whilst I don't have much of a hint about life-time, or at to the lowest degree real life or human relationship, she does. This thought enlightens my senses and I smile aswell as feeling that familiar arousal down below.

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

Completely without any anticipation of reproval I slide my the right way hand inside her coat, no more than two or three clitoris down. The fondness interior is considerable. My hand grows accustomed to the unknown surroundings. I feel the silky material of the garments inside the pelage and I lift it up slightly. That is until I reach what I can only discover as an exceptionally soft full wall of flesh under the tight habiliment. The weight of the flesh seems to be hanging down and preventing my hand was sliding further up until I am prepared to uprise up over the fantastically shaped breast. Naively I merely cup the massive knoll experimentally. No one can possibly see anything untoward in this captive blank space.

By now she is noticeably pushing back into me and making the tenuous rather sweet picayune sounds as I grow more adventurous beginning to fondle both heavy mounds. My fingers feel the lacy undergarments through the silky material and tracing around the hardening nubs that seem to be responding so wonderfully to my teenage fingers. The periodic sigh from those beautiful full garden pink lips is now hearable, at to the lowest degree to me and fully determined I suppose to repel further the boundary of acceptable social behavior. I allow my fingers to inveigle their way between the buttons of her quite obviously slim silky blouse. She wriggles against me as I first encroach upon the walls of the preclude city, feeling the warmth of her anatomy against my thin out hand. The slightest of pant emanates from her brim as my finger's breadth finally breach the dam slipping inside that soft lacy protector and actually making touch with her to the full fleshy breast itself, daring eventually to rig even what is probably a fully erect nipple.

Throughout this protracted engagement my lips have maintain almost unbroken inter-group communication with this beautiful woman's cervix. Had we not been wedged so securely between the seat compartments I doubt either of us could have remained good. Not that any of this is occupying my thought processes right now as I have so much more on my creative thinker. Between nuzzling her neck and fondling these monumental warm breasts, there is little room left for deductive abstract thought. Whether simply a case of my ‘ making hay while the sun effulgence ’, or the lady is impelled by forces outside of her control, it just seems to me that her physical structure language is urging me onto even outstanding daring. Not by the spoken word of course - we have not exchanged so practically as a ‘ how-do-you-do ’, but simply the way she is pressing herself up against me.

working undercover I tunnel Dixieland across the gentle savourless abdomen and down what appears to be a short pleated skirt. Reaching the hem I slip my mitt between the legs and immediately feel my way higher until I reach some remarkably warm arena. Never having felt up a girlfriend or woman in this fashion I must be short in finesse although I do not take heed any complaints from the lady. At the point I find my decoration flush up against the apex of her slim shapely bare legs and I sense a definite acquiescence. I am in no want of a preparation manual to prompt my next move. Pushing beneath the waistband of her squiffy step-in the sensation of parting her pubic coil is very much to my liking and from the audible look, hers too. I ca n't really tell which of my fingers locates the really prize just a few inches lower.

Such passion I have not encountered before. Probing her pussy the full distance of that aphrodisiacal piffling cunt I soon discover that one orbit in picky seems to up the wriggling and sighing factor. Having lilliputian or no experience in the biological functionality of the vaginal cavern this is proving to be a work-experience course of study and I just know I am going to enjoy this deterrent example from the showtime. Multiple descents and ascents later I am now capable to pinpoint that slightly striking nub with ease. It seems to me the more attention I bequeath it the better the possessor responds.

This State of shared pleasance might throw been perpetuated had I not noticed the woman's dead body tensing suddenly. Holding her tightly I undertake one final incursion which brings about a series of body-shakes which in other circumstances might have rated heights on the Richter Scale. Clasping my hand against her she feels like she is about to whiz. I am mindful that my fingers are suddenly a wholly lot wetter than they had been just here and now before.

The train begins to slow up coming into the station and she delicately withdraws my hired hand from her step-in and just for a moment half-turns towards me. This is sufficient for me to notice the deep bang resident in her impertinence. I have determined that I would at the very least bring out myself, neither of us having uttered a troglodyte Christian Bible since boarding the train.

As the geartrain pulled in I am about to unfold 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 sweetest smiling on her beautiful facial expression. Leaving me standing there completely heartbroken with my pecker pounding in my trousers and begging for spillage, she makes her way along with several other passengers to the outdoors door. The lastly I see of her as the train gather speed is her making her way along the crowded platform towards the exit.

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As the train passes her she turns and gives a gorgeous smiling to me through the window before raising a hand to her lips to blow a soft kiss to the whiskery Asian teenager on the railroad train .