This is a simple story of a young man on a crowd together train.

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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 make a motion when I arrive at my stop and occasionally to buy a just the ticket for my journey. I people watch and watch people looking at me, with suspicion. My Asiatic show of tanned peel, gloomy eyes and curly inglorious face fungus seem to piss them wary. It amuses me that I am as innocent as they all are except perhaps in my cryptical darkest thoughts.

I do possess mystery, hidden lecherousness. I like to look at people and especially women waiting for someone to sit in the carriage with whom I can turn my thoughts into illusion for the dead amount of time that my caravan journeying takes. And then I will require my leave and enter the toilet kiosk to fuck off over my thoughts. I am but eighteen myself and travelling home today to the void flat where I live alone.

The train, as usual on this line in peak hours, is crammed, in the manner of a Sardina pilchardus can. It is an evening like any former and as the stops amount and go people leave the string to go to their homes to settle down for the Winter Night !

But tonight the train is overcrowded, the previous one being cancelled so I stand in the hoi polloi of people my coat closed tightly around myself. Someone pushes into my back as to a greater extent hoi polloi get on and I find myself in very fold proximity to a peeress. Her round seat encased only in a tight skirt is suddenly crushed up against my upper thighs as the mane of her hairsbreadth all but seals my adenoidal orifices. To say we are ‘ smooch'is no magnification. But this isn't uncomfortable in any way and I can find her soft blonde whisker tickling my buttock. I inhale her perfume.

Her pelage like all the other passengers is done tightly up but I can see from my vantage point her bend look incredible even through the thick wintertime pelage 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 oculus meet, mine inscrutable brown and dark and hers green and shining like emeralds, all the more enhanced by the night mascara around them. Aside from being instantly attracted to her I simply dedicate thanks to the world for its unselfishness in selecting me to be her fellow standing commuter train this day. So pretty is she and so sweet-smelling and with feminine soundbox, albeit wrapped as it is, in a blockheaded winter coat. I almost feel I need these baggage wrack to corroborate my weakening legs.

Something LE than a intimate marauder I am certainly I do not have an erection, despite the provocative massage that her rear-end is unavoidably bequeathing me as a result of the swaying carriage. The virtuoso however of having her that up-close and personal is something I will recollect. In all honesty I would be felicitous for it to never end. I just beg she lives at the end of the parentage or at the very least way past my station.

The playing bailiwick alters dramatically when the train brakes unexpectedly coming into a place. Everyone is thrown forward with the inertia. Instinctively I put my arm around the lady to forestall her from falling. Just for a bit she looks up at me. I look back our optic meeting and I feel I might have caused offence, until she mouths a"Thank you !"And she smiles, that beautiful smile. Through grim pink full painter brim I now long to kiss ! I am now so wholly captivated it is only after we start picking up fastness again as we leave the station behind that I realise my arm is still around her.

impulse is a wonderful matter. It lets you do thing without having first to weigh up the event. Standing probably no More than five-four in altitude the collar of her dark woollen coating presents itself fractionally below my chin almost hidden by the proliferation of what I would call back is natural blond soft 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 nestle her neck opening through all that hair. She smells angelical and I know I am holding her a fraction tighter. And now I suddenly realise that she knows it too. Coming to my gage I ease back but suddenly find her thrust backwards with her trunk against me, just enough to let me know that right now, on that gearing on this icy wintertime's night, I am supposed to be with her for whatever reason and for however briefly. I know she is Old than me which means that whilst I don't have much of a cue about living, or at least material lifespan or relationships, she does. This thought enlightens my skunk and I smile aswell as belief that comrade arousal down below.

tone her shifting her weighting against me my ‘ nuzzle'is upgraded to a piano kiss on the cover of her neck feeling its impression on her immediately. She murmurs something, still with her dorsum to me of course before raising her own munition which more or less clench mine to her. I kiss her various times more monopolizing an area along her neck-line. I doubt anyone observation in the meddlesome baby carriage and I don't care if they do !

Completely without any expectation of rebuke I slide my rectify hand inside her coat, no more than two or three clitoris down. The warmth inside is considerable. My mitt grows accustomed to the alien surround. I feel the slick material 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 gentle wax rampart of physique under the tight habiliment. The weight of the flesh seems to be hanging down and preventing my bridge player was sliding further up until I am prepared to rise up over the fantastically shaped bosom. Naively I merely cup the monolithic 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 sugariness little sounds as I grow more adventurous beginning to caress both heavy pitcher's mound. My fingers feel the lacy unmentionable through the silklike textile and trace around the hardening nubs that seem to be responding so wonderfully to my teenage finger's breadth. The periodic sigh from those beautiful full-of-the-moon pink lips is now hearable, at least to me and fully determined I suppose to repulse further the boundary of acceptable social behavior. I allow my fingers to inveigle their way between the buttons of her quite obviously lose weight silky blouse. She wriggles against me as I first encroach upon the bulwark of the forbidden city, feeling the warmth of her physical body against my lose weight hand. The fragile of gasps emanates from her lips as my digit finally breach the dyke slipping inside that mild lacy protector and actually making contact lens with her full fleshy chest itself, daring eventually to manipulate even what is probably a fully put up nipple.

Throughout this prolong engagement my sassing have maintain almost unplowed physical contact with this beautiful charwoman's neck. Had we not been wedged so securely between the place compartments I doubt either of us could cause remained good. Not that any of this is occupying my thought processes right now as I have so much Sir Thomas More on my mind. Between nuzzling her cervix and fondling these massive warm titty, there is piffling elbow room left for deductive reasoning. Whether simply a case of my ‘ making hay while the sun shines ’, or the Lady is impelled by forces outside of her restraint, it just seems to me that her body language is urging me onto even bang-up daring. Not by the speak Word of grade - we have not exchanged so lots as a ‘ how-do-you-do ’, but simply the way she is pressing herself up against me.

working undercover I tunnel south across the soft flatcar abdominal cavity and down what appears to be a short plicate bird. Reaching the hem I slip my hand between the legs and immediately find my way higher until I reach some remarkably tender areas. Never having felt up a miss or fair sex in this fashion I must be short in finesse although I do not listen any complaint from the lady. At the point I find my palm flush up against the apex of her slim shapely bare leg and I sense a definite acquiescence. I am in no need of a grooming manual of arms to instigate my next move. Pushing beneath the waistcloth of her tight scanty the sense datum of parting her pubic curl is very very much to my liking and from the hearable manifestation, hers too. I ca n't really order which of my fingers locates the real plunder just a few inches lower.

Such heat I have not encountered before. Probing her cunt the full length of that aphrodisiac little scratch I soon discover that one country 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 platform and I just know I am going to enjoy this object lesson from the outset. Multiple stock and ascents later I am now able to pinpoint that slightly prominent nub with ease. It seems to me the more aid I bequeath it the full the possessor responds.

This state of partake in delight might bear 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 serial of body-shakes which in former setting might make rated high on the Richter Scale. Clasping my hand against her she feels like she is about to whirr. I am cognizant that my finger are suddenly a wholly lot wetter than they had been just mo before.

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

As the railroad 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 rack beside me. Then she simply glances back at me with the sweetest grin on her beautiful face. Leaving me standing there completely heartbroken with my cock throbbing in my pant and begging for release, she makes her way along with various other rider to the open door. The terminal I see of her as the train gathers pep pill is her making her way along the crowd platform towards the exit.

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As the gearing passes her she turns and gives a gorgeous smile to me through the windowpane before raising a hand to her mouth to blow a lenient kiss to the whiskery Asiatic teenager on the gearing .