Your heavy breathing slowly subsides as you quickly tuck yourself back into your jeans, finally accepting the reality of possibly being caught in the train station car park. Starting the car you slowly reverse out of the space and make your way into the traffic, you comment on how much you have imagined this weekend and soon your fingers start to stroke my exposed thigh with eagerness to repay the favour. Playfully slappi...

Two hours of torturous pleasure; my mind racing with all the promises of the weekend, everything we had ever teased each other was all about to come true. The vibrations of the train’s engine had been teasing my clit for the last hour and half since I strategically tilted my pelvis forward, that and the vivid imagery of your fingers, tongue and long thick cock driving my body insane soaking my knickers and making me despe...