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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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"Excuse me, sir, Do you mind?" I ask you. Dressed in a business suit I've chosen you as my next target as you've been sitting quietly, reading your paper during the entire train journey. Normally I don't do anything like this until I'm about to get off the train but I'm restless today. I can feel the desire to touch your throbbing cock, something rising in me, a tide of adrenaline that won't give me any rest until I appease it. "No, no one's sitting here", you move over, leaving the aisle seat empty. The seat is warm when I sit down. It gives me a little thrill to feel the heat of your body on my aching clit.
Touching a stranger in such close cramped conditions on the train gives me more than just an adrenaline rush. It makes me so wet that I literally throb between my legs. It’s the most potent aphrodisiac I’ve ever encountered. Nothing else makes me feel this way. Which is why it’s so hard for me to stop.
“It was a nice day today. I hope the good weather continues.” I’ve learned that inane conversation works best. Nothing unusual or distinctive, nothing that would cause a person to look twice. The same words, the same lines you've probably heard a dozen times today. My problem is that I'm too distinctive looking. Blond hair, blue-eyes sun kissed skin, long legs, cute smile, hourglass figure, full round breasts and a curvy round ass. I enjoy the power my body can have on a mans mind and cock.
As the train lurches around a particularly sharp turn, I allow my body to fall into you. Instantly you look up briefly and our eyes meet. This is the part where I hastily apologise. "So sorry about that, excuse me", "oh, pardon me". It’s so easy at this point to dip my hand into a crotch or over an ass. Only this time I can’t do it! You have the most beautiful pair of eyes I've ever seen!
Your eyes are deep, dark and mysterious, It’s not so much the colour as the intensity I see there. When you look at me, it’s not with the casual disinterest of a stranger. You look at me as if you really see me. It’s a powerful feeling. For a long moment time contracts and I’m held suspended in your gaze. Then you look away.
A sudden, sharp slice of lust runs through me, leaving my emotions gaping wide. I’ve never felt physical desire as strong as the desire I have to fuck you right now, a stranger before me. Every pore on my body is tingling, thirsty for touch. Thirsty for you. "Are you okay? ” you're looking at me like I’m crazy. In the back of my mind, I already know I’ve blown it but something comes over me. I slip my hand down the front of your crotch, lightly stroking your now bulging cock. Your eyes widen, eyebrows raised as you breath in. “I’m fine. It’s just a little warm in here.” I gather my bag and stand hastily. I’ve never had this kind of intense reaction to a man before. I’m always in control. I choose men who want the same thing I do, no-strings sex and raw, untamed encounters. Now I’m careering out of control, on a roller coaster ride to an unknown destination.
Your eyes follow me as I edge my way closer to the door. If I can just get off this damn train then I’ll be fine. The mechanical voice barely registers as the doors slide open and I stumble out. A tide of people flow around me seeking the exit. Within minutes, the platform is empty.
“That was pretty ballsy.” I jump at the unexpected voice behind me. I turn and you're there, the magnetically attractive man from the train.
To be continued....................... |
Sweet dreams x
