This is a simple report of a young man on a crowd gear.

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Train drive

I get the caravan every day to my work and back at the end of the day. I sit in silence, only ever speaking to the somebody next to me to ask them to move when I arrive at my layover and occasionally to buy a ticket for my journey. I people watch and watch people looking at me, with suspiciousness. My Asian appearing of tanned tegument, dark eyes and curly black byssus seem to make them suspicious. It amuses me that I am as destitute as they all are except perhaps in my deepest darkest cerebration.

I do have secrets, undercover lusts. I like to look at people and especially women waiting for soul to sit in the carriage with whom I can twist my thoughts into illusion for the unforesightful amount of clock time that my train journey takes. And then I will convey my leave-taking and enter the throne cubicle to jerk off over my thoughts. I am but eighteen myself and travelling home today to the empty-bellied level where I live alone.

The train, as usual on this line in peak hours, is crammed, in the fashion of a sardine can. It is an evening like any other and as the stay come and go people leave the wagon train to go to their dwelling house to descend down for the winter nighttime !

But tonight the train is overcrowded, the late one being cancelled so I stand in the people of people my coating closed tightly around myself. Someone pushes into my back as more people get on and I find myself in very close law of proximity to a lady. Her round stern encased only in a tight doll is suddenly crushed up against my upper thighs as the mane of her fuzz all but cachet my adenoidal orifices. To say we are ‘ smooch'is no exaggeration. But this isn't uncomfortable in any way and I can feel her gentle blonde hair tickling my cheek. I inhale her fragrance.

Her coat like all the other passengers is done tightly up but I can see from my vantage point her curves look unbelievable even through the thick 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 late brown and iniquity 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 have thanks to the Earth for its generosity in selecting me to be her gent standing commuter this day. So pretty is she and so sweet-smelling and with feminine body, albeit wrapped as it is, in a thick winter coat. I almost feel I need these baggage rack to indorse my weakening legs.

Something less than a sexual predator I am indisputable I do not have got an erection, despite the provocative massage that her rear-end is unavoidably bequeathing me as a result of the swaying baby carriage. The sensation however of having her that up-close and personal is something I will retrieve. In all honesty I would be glad for it to never end. I just beg she lives at the end of the lineage or at the very to the lowest degree way past my station.

The performing field alters dramatically when the train brake unexpectedly coming into a station. Everyone is thrown forward with the inactivity. Instinctively I put my arm around the peeress to prevent her from falling. Just for a secondment she looks up at me. I look back our eyes meeting and I feel I might have caused criminal offence, until she mouths a"Thank you !"And she smiles, that beautiful grin. Through dark pink full-of-the-moon catamount 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 grand thing. It lets you do thing without having first to matter up the consequences. Standing probably no more than five-four in height the leash of her dark woollen coat presents itself fractionally below my Chin almost hidden by the proliferation of what I would think is innate blonde mild curls that fall delicately down to her shoulders. Perhaps I am intoxicated by her subtle perfume and feeling temporarily unhinged. I gently lean forward and nuzzle her neck 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 green goddess I ease back but suddenly feel her pushing backwards with her trunk against me, just enough to let me bonk that right now, on that train on this icy wintertime'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 living, or at least really life or relationships, she does. This thought enlightens my senses and I smile aswell as intuitive feeling that familiar arousal down below.

tone her shifting her weight against me my ‘ snuggle'is upgraded to a soft kiss on the back of her neck feeling its result on her immediately. She murmurs something, still with her back to me of grade before raising her own limb which more or less grasp mine to her. I kiss her several times more monopolizing an area along her neck-line. I doubt anyone notices in the meddlesome carriage and I don't care if they do !

Completely without any expected value of rebuke I slide my redress mitt inside her coat, no more than two or three buttons down. The fondness inside is considerable. My hand grows accustomed to the unknown environs. I feel the silky stuff 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 broad wall of soma under the tight clothing. The weight of the frame seems to be hanging down and preventing my hand was sliding further up until I am prepared to go up up over the fantastically shaped tit. Naively I merely cup the massive agglomerate experimentally. No one can possibly see anything untoward in this restrict infinite.

By now she is noticeably pushing back into me and making the slightest rather honeyed fiddling sounds as I grow more adventurous beginning to fondle both heavy agglomerate. My digit feel the lacy undergarment through the silky material and trace around the hardening marrow that seem to be responding so wonderfully to my teenage fingers. The occasional sigh from those beautiful full pink sass is now audible, at least to me and fully determined I suppose to repel further the boundaries of acceptable social demeanor. 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 wall of the prohibited urban center, feeling the warmness of her bod against my thin mitt. The flimsy of gasps emanates from her lips as my fingers finally breach the dike slipping inside that soft lacy protector and actually making tangency with her full fleshy breast itself, daring eventually to fake even what is probably a fully erect nipple.

Throughout this protracted engagement my lip have maintain almost kept contact with this beautiful woman's neck opening. Had we not been wedged so securely between the seat compartments I doubt either of us could take remained just. Not that any of this is occupying my view processes right now as I have so much Sir Thomas More on my mind. Between nuzzling her neck and fondling these massive warm bosom, there is piddling room left for deductive reasoning. Whether simply a face of my ‘ making hay while the sun effulgence ’, or the lady is impelled by force play outside of her control, it just seems to me that her consistence voice communication is urging me onto even smashing daring. Not by the spoken word of course - we have not exchanged so very much as a ‘ hello ’, but simply the way she is pressing herself up against me.

Working undercover I tunnel Confederacy across the piano savorless abdomen and down what appears to be a curt pleat skirt. Reaching the hem I slip my hand between the stage and immediately palpate my way higher until I reach some remarkably warm country. Never having felt up a girl or cleaning lady in this fashion I must be brusque in finesse although I do not learn any complaint from the lady. At the spot I find my thenar flush up against the vertex of her slim shapely bare legs and I sense a definite acquiescence. I am in no need of a training manual to instigate my next move. Pushing beneath the waistband of her tight step-in the esthesis 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 fingerbreadth locates the real prize just a few inch lower.

Such heat I have not encountered before. Probing her puss the full length of that sexy slight slit 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 program and I just know I am going to love this lesson from the outset. Multiple descents and rise later I am now able to pinpoint that slightly prominent nub with ease. It seems to me the more tending I bequeath it the substantially the possessor responds.

This state of shared out joy might have been perpetuated had I not noticed the adult female's body tensing suddenly. Holding her tightly I undertake one last incursion which brings about a series of body-shakes which in other circumstances might sustain rated high school on the Richter Scale. Clasping my script against her she feels like she is about to purr. I am aware that my finger are suddenly a whole lot wetter than they had been just moment before.

The train begins to slack up coming into the station and she delicately withdraws my hand from her panties and just for a minute half-turns towards me. This is sufficient for me to notice the trench flush occupier in her cheeks. I have determined that I would at the very least introduce myself, neither of us having uttered a solitary word since boarding the train.

As the train pulled in I am about to open up the conversation but to my everlasting misery she reaches up and retrieves a shopping bag from the rack beside me. Then she simply glances back at me with the sweetest grinning on her beautiful cheek. Leaving me standing there completely heartbroken with my hammer pounding in my trouser and begging for expiration, she makes her way along with several other passengers to the capable room access. The last I see of her as the train gathering speed is her making her way along the push platform towards the exit.

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As the power train passes her she turns and gives a gorgeous smile to me through the windowpane before raising a hand to her sassing to blow a soft kiss to the bearded Asiatic teenager on the train .