Lorraine was minding her own business, lost in her thoughts on the way to work on another wet grey morning. The monotony of the routine had never been broken in the 25 years she had been doing the journey, only it had got busier. A sea of sad looking faces cramming their way to work and not a smile amongst them.
She had gone far since she joined at 25 and was now the EA to the CEO – not bad for a girl from a corner of SE London she thought. Another station, the usual fractious exchanges to squeeze down the train but at least she had a seat as she got on where the train started. She drifted back to her daydream, one that included her dirtiest thoughts. Lorraine was early 50s, blonde shoulder length hair and a lovely trim but curvy body with the kind of shelf like tight bottom that many a girl half her age would kill for. She had a wild side having realised she loved sex in her early 20s, of course the internet was not around and you could not easily be a swinger other than through parties or knowing the right people, but my she had had some fun including with her husband.
She smiled to herself at the thought of her wilder side – who around her knew as she was such a dirty bitch! It was a thrill and well she did have to be careful give her role, but she found a way even if not as often as before. Just then she snapped out of her thoughts – oh God was the guy opposite trying to talk to her? Excuse me he offered, having clearly said it a couple of times before she heard, are you OK? Lorraine looked up from her paper and thoughts to see a well-dressed guy prob early 30s smiling at her. Fine thank you, why? Oh just you seemed to be smiling at something for a long time so thought I should check. She felt herself check him over a bit more, her eye tracing his jacket to his trousers. She smiled, thanks for asking though, that little moment of when you lock eyes with a stranger coursing through her veins. Good glad to here it the stranger offered as his deep blue eyes scanned her body and clearly appreciated her sheer tights which showed off her long sexy legs to perfection.
They both went back to their thoughts, but Lorraine was feeling naughty. At the next stop plenty of people get off and she wondered if he would, but he was still there carefully ensuring in a very British way that their legs did not entwine. The carriage emptied out and with no one next to them, as the train set off Lorraine carefully spread her legs, the slight breeze playing with her Brazilian. She never wore panties on a Friday and she wondered if her young compatriot would notice given her short skirt which was just that bit higher as she slid her hips down into the seat. She looked up to see him grinning like a cat, then looked down to see what she was sure was a semi lifting the seam of his trousers. Without a word her put his legs between hers so their knees were touching and also acted as a barrier and sat upright as he slowly moved his hand to rest on her left inner thigh. They both looked around for a second before he walked his hand up her thigh and then slowly rested a finger on her tuft of Brazilian hair before tracing around her lip and opening. He rested his finger here just at the entry, the motion of the train rocking him back and forth.
What the hell am I doing Lorraine thought, but the devil in her knew and she stared deep into his eyes as her nipples swelled to show her appreciation. Their fellow travellers seemed oblivious…
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Took a while - here is Part 2
Lorraine smiled in appreciation as his finger gently probed her labia and teased her clit with the rocking of the train over the points as the end of the line neared. She wanted to enjoy it but not too much as she had plans for her new partner in crime. She breathed gently holding the pleasure in to savour it and then opened her eyes, leaning forward her lips almost brushing his. Lorraine, she said smiling as his finger slipped out of her pussy, Michael he offered as his other hand rested on her right thigh. She reached down and took his right hand as if to shake it but then lifted it to between their mouths, the scent of her sex filling the space and then she fed it to him as he licked her off his own finger. She smiled and with her other hand quickly reached to feel his laden balls and trace his semi hard cock.
A passenger next to them looked at them both shaking his head “weirdos” and they both chuckled as they settled back into their seats as if nothing had happened. Lorraine had to have him and teach him a few tricks – she handed him her card as the train slowed for Cannon Street. With that she got up, pulling her skirt down a little and simply said 11am Michael – call the mobile and then strode off, admiring glances being cast as she headed for the door.
On entering the office, Lorraine focused on mundane tasks as her horn abated (for the moment). Post, important meetings, deal documentation for the day. She needed to clear 11am for alone time so strode into see Yves, her boss of 10 years and agree that she would have 11 to 12 free. Yves was a relaxed French-Canadian guy – she used her femininity with him as needed and she knew he appreciated it but they were not sexual. She was sure he suspected though. She headed back to her office and then through to her store room. Well it was a store room, only she had turned it into something a little more exciting given she had the key to it.
To the untrained eye it was a mundane room with a sofa and lots of supplies, but in amongst these were well hidden a whole range of adult toys: dildos, clamps, vibes, feathers, you name it Lorraine had something for every mood. She clicked the door shut and sat down. Closing her eyes, she thought of Michael and what she would do to him on arrival. She was already wet and so lifting her legs she had to have a play: circling her lips she sunk her fingers in and pushed hard on the walls of her pussy to stimulate herself harder. Three fingers were now in as her juices lubricated her hand and let her thrust deeper as her clit hardened and swelled. She bit her lip as the orgasm started to build suddenly inside her. She speeded up and pushed hard on the front wall and then she felt it, the sensation of a squirt as she thrust harder, she felt her legs weaken and the wave came over her as she squirted hard onto her hand, almost hitting the wall. She pulled her hand out and licked it clean laughing: I know someone who can do that for me in a couple of hours like a good boy.
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