Something I wrote a while ago...
On the metro
So, I suppose one advantage of my job means I get to travel around a bit, and working in some places it more interesting than others...
Take Amsterdam
Its a party town and you can find all sorts of things to see and do, but when you are working here on your own life is a little different.. The metro (tube) ride to and from work each day can be more interesting, as can the walk to and from the stations..
Women on bicycles, it never ceases to amaze me the amount of females riding around in short skirts.. The dress code on the metro isn’t any better, women sitting texting or reading the paper or kindle, oblivious to the fact there showing me their assets.. Low cut tops, and bare midriffs all abound.. and I try not to look.. honest... I cant be sure, but I think a lot of them really don’t care, “its a fleeting glimps if it happens and thats all it is”... Others I am sure actually get off on it.. a little perversion, so dress a little more risque’
In six months I have seen more stocking tops and knicker flashes than Ben Dover.... Dont get me wrong, I’m not complaining.. just its a little hard not to look a lot of the time.. especially when you look up and see they have caught you, not that 99% of them seem bothered... rarely do I get a scowel or they place a hand in their lap..
Anyway, one memorable exposure was on the metro one morning. I often used to see the dark haired woman, in her late 30’s always smartly dressed, sometimes in trousers, sometimes in a skirt, she rarely acknowledge my existence and why should she, when she got on the metro, it could be in my carriage or not, occasionally she would be seated facing me and other times not.. I noticed a change in her appearance over 4 or 5 weeks, her hair more styled, a little makeup, lower cut top and always in a skirt, below knee, above knee, and once a near mid thigh. I wasn’t complaining, she had ample breasts, a great figure and very nice legs too. I also noticed she appeared in my carriage more often (I always get on the front of the metro), Quite a few times she would look directly at me, smile and walk by, it was a little bit of a shock to me really, I never expected it really, all I could muster initially was a pathetic smile back.. this particular morning, she stepped on, looked at me and walked straight towards me, as she got close she stumbled slightly and put out her hand, it landed on my chest, I reacted quickly and caught her by the waist.. “sorry sorry”, she apologised “its these dam new shoes”.. “no problem you don’t want to be landing in a heap on here...” She was leaning forwards looking at her shoes and I could see right down her blouse, maybe it was open a button too many thinking about it, but what a sight.. she looked up at me and I think she caught me looking down her top.. she smiled apologised again and walked on to the next seat..
A couple of days later she entered my carriage again, seeing me she approached and said hello, apologising for the other day, she sat opposite me and proceeded to open a newspaper.. instantly I realise she had parted her legs a little and paused before lifting a leg to cross them.. dropping the paper a little when she turned the page she must have seen me looking, No I said to myself and glanced out of the window, I could see her reflection in the glass, she had a smile on her face and I saw her dip the paper and look at me she frowned. She uncrossed her legs being sure to clip my leg, “Oh I am sorry she said dropping her paper leaning forward far too much and touching my knee, did I hurt you? It seems I am not good to be around you..” “No No , I am fine and its a pleasure to see you again” (I cant believe I actually said that, not like me at all). As I said it I realised my eyes had dropped to her cleavage again.. a black lace bra and firm round orbs greeted me.. She smiled and raised her paper again.. again she parted her legs, this time a little more and for longer.. I could see right too the tops of her stockings this time... wow.. the 7 or 8 stops we shared she crossed and uncrossed her legs several times, I got a wonderful view of her legs and stocking tops and a few centimetres of soft smooth skin, I could never quite work out what panties she had on tho..
I didnt see her again for a few days, and actually considered getting off at her stop to wait for her.. but that might have been a bit too scary... I couldnt wait to see her again..
When I did, she was wearing a soft pale summer type dress, it finished above the knee, and showed her figure to the max.. she came and sat opposite again greeting me, leaning too far forward and holding the pose while she moved her bag about, her breasts hung free and I was sure I could see part of a nipple she sat smiling at me and lifting her paper high.. this time the dress flowed down off the seat when she crossed her legs, I couldn’t see up between them to start with but it exposed a lot of the outside of her thigh, stocking tops and suspender and a good 15 cm of wonderful skin... She crossed and uncrossed as before, daring to part her legs a little more each time,, until I saw the cream lace G string she was wearing, disappearing up her crack, I didn’t see her bust again until her stop when she dropped the paper and looked in her bag, I could see her nipples straining at the fabric of the dress, definitely no bra on... and she was getting off on this, she leant forward and got up saying goodbye..
2 days after and it had been pretty warm, even in the morning it felt warm, so it was going to be a scorcher this day.. the school holidays had started and the metro wasn’t as busy as usual about 6 in my carriage, although at the times we travelled out of the city, it wasn’t all that busy anyway.. As usual now, she stepped into the carriage and walked towards me, but today, she wore a low cut thin fabric blouse and a much shorter ra ra, pleated style skirt, her legs were bare and she had on a light pair of strappy heels.. it didn’t look like office wear to me...
Morning, oh its so hot already isn’t it... “Morning, yes it certainly is and even hotter here”.. (Wow, I must be mad, what am I saying..) she grinned from ear to ear.. she bent over a little as she sat down, I didn’t need to look down her top I could see almost everything through it... she played her usual game of parting her legs a little and slowly lifting her legs to cross them, but this time something was different, she didn’t seem so sure.. about 2 stops from her usual, she dropped the paper and whispered to me, “please look, I want you to watch me”, glancing to her lap.. she seemed slightly flusterd.. I gently nodded and looked down, she didn’t raise the paper this time, but had it on her lap, held with both hands, slowly she parted her legs and actually pulled back on the paper, this raised her already short skirt higher and then i realised why she was flustered, she wasn’t wearing any knickers, her pussy was mostly shaven and I could see she was soaked, her nectar glistening. “Wow” is all I could muster, she held the pose for 15 or 20 seconds before raising a leg and crossing it, tugging gently at the hem of her skirt, her chest was moving up and down deeply at a fast pace, her face flushed, smiling... at the next stop, 3 people got off and nobody got on. She uncrossed her legs again and spread then wide pulling the hem of her skirt right up, exposing all of her glory to me... then she placed her right hand over her pussy and started to rub gently... her eyes rolling in her head.. as the metro slowed for her stop she closed her legs and waited, I whispered to her, “stay on a little while more”.. she nodded, oh my god.. this cant be happening to me.. to my stop took another 3 or 4 minutes and she again opened wide, rubbing herself .. at this stop, the remaining passengers got off, we were alone.. I was glued to my seat... the Metro moved off again, it was about 5 minutes to the next station, she opened her legs again placing a foot up on the seat, then she reached out for my hand, guiding it towards her open wet pussy, i slipped 2 fingers in straight away and she moaned, her hand gripping my wrist forcing my fingers deep inside, I placed a third at her hole and she squealed “yes, yes”.. she was tight but so wet, I moved the tips around so she could get used to it, then she grabbed my wrist again and told me to fuck her hard... I pushed and my fingers went in deep, she writhed and moaned for a few seconds before her body convulsed her pussy clamping down on my fingers I kept thrusting them deep inside her.. her orgasm lasted until we got to the next station where I had to pull my fingers out, oh fuck she said.. I enjoyed that... as she opened her eyes, she watched me lick my fingers clean on one hand... The seat was covered in her juices, her skirt had managed to avoid being drenched, probably as it was so short and when she sat down her bare ass was on the seat...
Unfortunately I havent seen her again since...
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