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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Another tiring day, I leave the office and trudge to the underground, along with a thousand other beleaguered office jockeys, labourers, tourists and tired, sweaty people that make up London.
Standing at the platform, the City line arrives and as per usual it's a struggle to board among the packed carriage. I bump into a lady also boarding, I pause and let her through. As is the way of Londoners, there's no acknowledgement as we all shuffle and squeeze in to the hot tight space and the train starts moving.
Bodies are compressed. It's hot. Everyone standing toe to toe but no one looks at anyone.
The lady from the platform is squashed in with her back to me and is partially leaning against me. As are at least two other people in this confined space.
The train continues it's journey and a stray hand brushes against my thigh. The lady looks back and smiles apologetically.
Then it happens again, but this time her hand stays on my thigh for a few seconds. This feels strange but I'm immediately aroused.
The hand on my thigh moves toward my crotch. This is not accidental. The move is purposeful.
The train begins to slow as it approaches the next station. The hand moves away and people begin to shift as more passengers leave and arrive. But we stay where we are.
The bleeps sound and the train begins to move. The lady who still has her back to me shifts slightly and her hand is back and now rubbing my cock through my trousers.
Can this be happening?
She doesn't look back. No one can see as all bodies are pinned against each other.
I'm so hard, as her fingers tug gently at my zip... She lowers my fly and her hand slips inside my trousers, with only my pants between her gentle fingers as she rubs my cock up and down.
The train slows to the next station but she doesn't falter. She continues rubbing my cock, and now has her hand inside my pants.
The feeling is electric and I glance at the other commuters who are busily on their phones, reading papers or just simply looking elsewhere. No one seems aware that this lady has her hand on my cock and is firmly stroking my shaft that I can feel myself beginning to come... |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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But as we approach the next station she stops touching and removes her hand from my trousers. Thankfully my cock is still inside so no one sees what she's been doing.
The doors open and she calmly steps out of the carriage. Just before disappearing she turns and looks at me. I'm bewildered, mouth agape. A subtle movement of her head tells me to follow her as the doors begin to close. I jump off the carriage as she walks away through the barriers and out of the station. I discretely zip my trousers as I follow her in a fluster.
She leaves the station at the side entrance, leading to the Union Canal. She is about 20m ahead of me and doesn't break her gait.
I follow out of the station but can now no longer see her as I look along the canal towpath.
A flicker of her coat up ahead disappears past a bridge pillar. I hastily follow. She has crossed the bridge to the other side of the canal, but she hasn't looked back. Now I'm unsure whether she wanted me to follow or not. I follow tentatively, but she is still a distance ahead. I cross the bridge to the other side on to the street but can no longer see her. I walk slowly in the direction I think she went. All around are new office and apartment buildings. Construction noise fills the air, but there is nobody around, nor any cars on the road. |
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As I walk along, and see an open door to one of the new apartment buildings. There she is, in the foyer to the building.
There is no expression, but her eyes feel as though they are burning through me. I walk toward her and step into the foyer of the building. No one is there. I stand in front of her, and feel myself getting hard again.
She unbuttons her overcoat to reveal a blouse and skirt. Unassuming office clothes.
She takes my hand and guides it to her skirt. I touch her skin just above her knee, slowly stroking my way up her skirt. Her eyes close as she let's my hand go. Her fingers lightly touching her blouse as my hand moves inside her leg to her soft moist lips.
She has no underwear on. |
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As we stand in the foyer, my fingers gently stroke her wet lips. Her eyes are closed, head tilted up. I can feel her breathing get deeper as the sound of the lift arriving breaks the silence.
The lift doors are about to open as I hurriedly push her against the wall. I cover her from the room as an elderly couple walk out from the lift across the foyer behind me.
They can see is, but only my back. I hear them awkwardly shuffle out of the building.
Now she's looking up at me, as I have my arm behind her neck to cushion her against the wall.
Her eyes are locked on mine, our bodies pressed together. My cock hard against her. She takes my hand again and moves it inside her skirt, guiding me back to her pussy. She's getting wetter as she moves my hand, stroking the outside of her lips. Our mouths are inches apart and I can feel her sweet breath on mine.
I feel her clit pressing against my fingers and I stroke it gently... She moves her hips and my hand.
'Harder' she whispers as her eyes close. My cock is rubbing against her body, aching for her to touch it. My fingers are stroking her clit and lips as she moans.
'Yes. Like that.' She guides me with her body pressing firm against my hand.
Her own hand now slips into my trousers and she grips my cock. It feels electric.
I want to kiss her, but I don't. Her mouth so close to mine as our breathing starts to sync. |
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She doesn't stroke my cock, only holds it, gripping it tightly as her breathing gets deeper. I'm rubbing her clit as she presses harder against my fingers, wetness running down my hand. She begins to whimper as she gets closer to coming.
I'm so hard as I ache for her to stroke me, but she doesn't. I had my turn.
This is about her.
Her eyes are closed as she's pressed against the wall.
She's coming and I can feel body shuddering on my hand and against my body. Our mouths are barely a centimetre apart and I feel her hot breath on my lips.
She gasps as her body shakes and climaxes, against me.
She releases my cock and grips my wrist to stop. Slowly pulling my hand out of her knickers. |
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