So, as I settled back into my plush seat and closed my eyes, taking in the warmth of the morning sun pouring in through the windows, I was feeling a little smug I have to say. A business trip to Cornwall on a summer’s day was just what the doctor ordered. I was fully suited and booted, looking sharp, and content with the world. It was still early and the train was filling up, but I had my seat, and the chatter and hustle and bustle were passing me by.
A few hours to doze in the sunshine, or bury my head in a good read, instead of the usual crawl through a traffic jam, seemed like a very welcome luxury. I leaned forward to raise my paper cup to my lips, and breathed in the fresh aroma of coffee. I shuffled in my bag to search out the novel which was currently gripping me.
And, my oh my, just when I thought the morning couldn’t possibly get any better, my radar bleeped; a flash of long dark blonde hair past the train window; a pretty face and smile, searching out a carriage with some space.
She disappeared, then reappeared at the carriage door and climbed on. Thank you God!
Christ, she was gorgeous! Maybe nineteen or twenty, dressed for summer. Not too tarty, but minimal, in pastel pink Vans and dark shades, a wrap around black skirt, the hem of which was half way up her wonderful thighs with a split at the side, and a loose white cotton blouse, unbuttoned perhaps one button too far. Her shoulders and arms were bare and her skin was golden and shining. She was clutching a book in one hand and her phone in the other. A heavy bag was slung over her shoulder. She began to make her way up the aisle towards where I was sitting. My heart beat fast, and my cock twitched. I looked at her face as she searched for a place to sit. I looked at the two empty seats opposite me. Please God, I thought, let her sit there. I couldn’t be that lucky. Or... could I?
She looked at the empty seats, glanced at me, and stepped in front of the seats, slinging the bag from her shoulder onto the floor of the carriage. Thank you God!
She settled into her seat as the train doors slid shut, and the train gently pulled away from the station.
I was trying not to stare. Honest! But she was a honey. I glanced as she smoothed what there was of her skirt over her tightly clamped thighs, and glanced again as she raised her shades and rested them up in her hair.
I tried to read my book, aimlessly staring at the page, then peeping over the top at her. She caught me and grinned as she looked out of the train window and brushed back her shining hair.
Ohhh God! My cock was hard now. I was sure she would see how it was jutting up, tenting the front of my suit trousers.
What a smile she had; a naughty, wicked smile. She knew exactly the game she was playing. A young honey teasing this forty something businessman. Just
forty something ... by a year or two.
My cock was pulsing hard, my heart pounding, the animal in me wishing I could just have her there and then, in front of everyone, shoved over the train seat with her blouse ripped open and my hands cupping her breasts, my hips thrusting hard against her upturned arse cheeks until I pumped her of full of sticky hot cum.
God! If she could read my mind, like that girl in True Blood, then I’d be getting a slap right now (or perhaps another one of those naughty smiles!)
She looked at me briefly as she leant forward to her bag. No smile this time, but my heart almost ceased to beat. Her light flowing blouse hung forward as she searched with both hands in her bag, giving glimpses of her wonderful naked breasts, small and firm, with perfect pink nipples, erect and hard as if they had been pinched and played with.
She was looking into her bag, so I stared, flushed with excitement. I groaned inwardly as my cock felt so sensitive it might explode wads of hot cum into my tight boxers if I just moved too much. I breathed hard, trying to relax and keep myself calm.
But she wasn’t letting this go. As she rummaged and swirled in her bag her tits danced, swinging a little from side to side, coming into view and hiding again, rubbing against the thin material of her blouse, just as I would love to feel those hard nipples brush lightly over my palms if I were holding her.
She looked up again and grinned, her pretty face achingly low at crotch level, clearly fully aware of the effect she was having on me.
“Sorry.” She smiled and she licked her lips.
I waived a hand and smiled back. “No worries,” I assured her, in a rather choked and flustered voice.
No worries! She could search in there forever for all I cared. I sincerely hoped she’d lost whatever the hell it was she was after.
“Ah ha!” she smiled triumphantly and leaned back into her seat holding up a black pen before her, “At last!”
She crossed her long legs as she settled back exposing her naked skin to the top of her thigh from the slit in her wrap around skirt.
FUCK! I groaned inside. Not fair. A married man like me, soon to cream his pants like an over excited schoolboy if this little slut keeps going. I just wanted to rub myself off and cream all over her lovely exposed thighs.
I decided to look out of the window for a while.
It was OK, until we went through a tunnel. And then all I could see was her reflection in the glass, and her bare legs, and all I could think about was how sexy she was, and how much I wanted to fuck her.
She was reading her book again. I could see her face in the reflection, but her book was up high so that when I looked she could not see me. A good opportunity to ogle.
She had uncrossed her legs and rested back in her seat with her knees together and she rocked her legs from side to side so I had a great view of her golden thighs again, right up to her hip where the slit up the side of the skirt gaped. She lowered one hand letting it rest on the hem of the skirt, and gradually, ever so gradually, let it ride up her legs, little by little, exposing more and more of the tantalising flesh and the swell of her firm thighs.
Her fingers rested on her inner thigh and she brushed gently, up and down, teasing her skin with her long pink fingernails, drawing the material of her skirt back and she seemed to sigh. Looking up at her, where her loose blouse was open around her neck and shoulders she was looking rather flushed herself, clearly enjoying her naughtiness. Her head was still buried in her book.
And as she teased her inner thigh with her fingertips, her legs opened a fraction, so she could push her fingertips in a little, up and down her thigh which looked tantalisingly wet with a little perspiration. Her knees separated slowly, oh so slowly. God this girl was good!
I shifted in my seat failing miserably to adjust my trousers to stop my straining cock producing a huge bulge at the front of my suit trousers. I loosened my tie. She lowered her book for a moment and our eyes met. I grinned apologetically and she raised her book again with the trace of a satisfied smile on her lips.
Her knees spread further.
Oh you fucking little bitch! You wouldn’t be grinning if I had hold of you right now. You’d be over my knees with your round slut arse bare and thrust up in the air, glowing red from a spanking. “Sorry, I’m so sorry!” you would plead, as I pumped three fingers deep into the dripping wet tightness of your pussy until you were wriggling in my lap cumming hard over and over as I held you. (Another slap from Sookie!)
Christ! Thoughts like that weren’t helping. My cock pulsed a rhythm of its own, as if I were fucking her, and a familiar churning sensation was building inside. Oh God, keep calm, I said to myself over and over, nice deep breaths, and perhaps don’t look! No, I had to look; she was making sure of that.
I lowered a hand to casually rest it on my lap over my cock, and I pressed a little, grinding my hips in my seat as I watched her. Oh fuck yes that felt good. I bit my lip. Oh God, she looked gorgeous.
The train plunged into a tunnel, and almost in the darkness she lowered the book and spread her knees, pulling the hem of her skirt back and up so I had full view of her pussy. As we came out into the sunlight her knees closed a little, but she was watching me as she flashed her pussy, pushing her hips forward, raking her inner thigh with her fingernails, grinning with pleasure. Her pussy was wet. I could see it was swollen and glistening with juice, her pussy lips open and inviting.
My fingers curled around the hardness of my straining cock. And that was it. She closed her knees and giggled softly as I started to cum. Oh fuck, I was cumming hard. Pumping warm sticky cum into my boxers. I closed my eyes. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK! I ground in my seat as the wet heat began to spread.
She had a big, fat smile on her lips as I opened my eyes and jumped up to make an uncomfortable journey to the toilet hoping my trousers weren’t wet already.
I could hear her laugh behind me; a wicked naughty laugh. God, she was good!
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