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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I made the station comfortably and with a reserved seat I went in hunt of a drink before boarding the train. I had to keep pinching myself at what I’d done but if I was in any doubt my pussy certainly knew it had been worked hard.
The train was fairly busy as I boarded and I went in search of my seat, delighted to see it was a table and at the moment just me. I settled in and began to relax, my peace disturbed when the other three seats were taken, three lads in their 20s joining me.
My initial disappointment disappeared when they made small talk with me, their sense of humours all good and their manners impecible. They brought me a drink and began to ask about my day, my face letting me down as I blushed uncontrollably. “Ooh has someone been on a date” the lad called Mark asked, a teasing glint in his eye, clearly hoping I’d give some juicy details.
They believed my cover story, my blushes spared and further questions avoided when my phone sprung into life deep inside my handbag. Putting it up on the table, and flustered from these three young men, I was hot and shaky as I knocked my bag over, contents spilling on to the table and shocking the boys as my wet thong and two vibrators stared at us all.
“Well boys, you asked what I’d been doing, now there’s a clue” I stuttered, their mouths wide open, all three lost for words as I regathered my stuff and put my handbag back down. A lad who’s name I didn’t catch finally spoke, a cheeky edge to his voice as he suggested I did this all the time to get free drinks. “Maybe I replied, but maybe not” as I remembered my selfies from earlier and opened my phone showing off my pics.
God knows what was happening to me but I knew I’d never see these lads again. My pussy ached and I could feel it getting wetter. “Jesus love, you’re certainly not shy” the lad continued, “you’re making my cock go hard” he added taking a big gulp of his beer. “Oh, so you are” I winked reaching over and giving it a squeeze, his face reddening at my brashness. The third, much shyer lad perked up, the most handsome of the boys but to this point the quietest. “So does that mean you’re commando if there’s a thong in your bag”? “Well, you’re sat dead opposite me, why don’t you find out” I laughed expecting him to bottle out! |
