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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Written with someone in mind. Hope you enjoy, more parts to come.
‘I’ll be waiting at the station for you’, this being the last message you receive from him.
Your stomach is a flutter having spent a few days chatting and flirting. you had taken the hints with what he prefers ladies to be dressed in and had made sure that you are wearing something accordingly.
Sat on the train, you check yourself in your compact mirror. Your makeup is perfect, your hair looks amazing and looking down you smile remembering what you’ve chosen to wear underneath your knee length dress. You can feel the straps on the lace Basque pulling slightly on the fishnet stockings, the enjoyment whilst putting them on being evident through the see-thru black panties.
Your mind wandered to what he had planned for the evening and the special dessert you are hoping he would give you. Without realising it your hand has moved into your lap and fingers are resting against your pussy. Your fingers pressed gently against the dress and into the now slightly damp panties, the feeling of excitement and horniness building with every second. All the while your mind imagining his hands on you, his kiss, his touch.
‘Ahem’, the sound brings you back to reality and looking up see the train conductor smiling at you.
‘Ticket please’. Fumbling quickly in the purse to find the ticket, not realising your dress has risen and was now showing more of stocking covered legs. The conductor simply keeps smiling and looks down as he takes your ticket. He takes his time in inspecting the journey details, this being when you realise what he is taking his time over. Blushing, you raise your bum slightly and pulled the dress down, letting the conductor know he’s had enough time looking at your legs.
Handing the ticket back, he shuffles on, however he wasn’t the only one to have noticed your legs. A couple sat diagonally opposite are smiling at you and whispering to each other. You can clearly see the woman’s hand high on his thigh and stroking very close to his groin. This wasn’t helping with the thoughts that you were having as you continue to watch the woman slowly tease him. You are sure you can see a stirring in his trousers, but the enjoyment of watching is interrupted with the announcement of the train arriving into Oxford train station.
Smiling at them both, but feeling a little mischievous, you flash the couple with a long lingering view of your stocking clad legs and the hint of black material of the now very damp panties. The woman grips harder on his leg at seeing this and bites her lip, moaning slightly in appreciation of the view.
Heading for the exit and stepping off the train onto the station, you being looking around for your date for the evening. Not sure where he would be waiting, you head to the exit barriers and move through them, still looking for any sign of him. Thinking he may be outside, you begin heading towards the main doors, however an arm suddenly wraps around your waist, spinning you around feeling a set of lips firmly laid onto yours.
Jumping in shock, you attempt to pull away but the arms hold on tight and you begin to melt as you continue to kiss, it getting more and more passionate, slowly pushing tongues against each other, probing each other’s mouth. It’s then you realise that you should actually check that the person kissing you is the right guy opening your eyes and seeing that it is indeed your date, continue to go with the flow and keep kissing. His left hand is holding your head, whilst his other hand started at your neck and is slowly sliding down over your spine.
His hand stops at the base of your spine, his fingers spread out and feel through the dress. This excites you, knowing he is probably trying to find out what you’ve decided upon wearing for the evening. His hand begins to move slowly but deliberately down, over your arse, feeling the straps from the Basque, before sliding over each arse cheek and tracing gently over the outline of your panties.
You had almost forgotten where you are, that is until a voice over the intercom system brings you both firmly back to the real world.
‘Can the couple having the passionate embrace in the middle of the station, please remember where you are and enjoy your passions in a more private location. Thank you’
Breaking away from each other, you look around to see a crowd of onlookers, many with smiles and some lightly applauding. It was then you realised your dress has risen up at the back and the many onlookers had been getting a lovely view of your stocking tops and suspender clips.
Your date grabs your hand and guides you out of the station and into the cool evening air where you are glad of the slight drop in temperature to help you cool a little. He looks at you, smiling and tells you that he hope you enjoyed that as there is plenty more to come. You smile back replying ‘I bloody well hope so’.
He leads you from the station and into town, where you both chat about your journey and his appreciation of what you are wearing. Hearing him state how stunning and sexy you look, makes your pussy twinge. The kiss still racing through your mind and the desire to do it again is all that you can really think about, hoping you get more opportunities to do that through the evening.
You walk for about 5 minutes before he suddenly pulls you into a darkened alley, just off the main road. He asks if you want to have a little added fun before you get to dessert later on. You smile and ask what he has in mind. He pulls something from his pocket, whilst kissing you again. His hand slides slowly up your leg, over your fishnets and carries on upwards to you panties, you spread your legs a little as you feel his fingers brush over your clit, thinking he is going to have a pre-dinner tease. You feel his fingers slide inside your panties and something nudges between your lips, you begin to pull away from the kiss but he holds you there as you feel something gently probe its way into your pussy.
This is when you remember the list of items he has in his box of tricks, the vibrating egg. You are wet enough for it to slide inside you and you fell his hand slowly move away, but not before brushing lightly over your clit. He takes his now wet fingers and places them between both of your lips, both of you sucking and licking his fingers clean.
Taking you hand again he motions towards the restaurant across the road as the place he’s chosen for the evening’s meal and pleasantries. Walking in, you are both greeted by a waitress who asks if you have a reservation. He quickly responds that you both have and that it’s under the name of Mr and Mrs Angel. You try not to giggle at his inventiveness, or lack there of.
Heading towards the table, you he pulls your chair and waits for you to be seated, before heading around to the other seat and sitting down himself. You can feel the egg deep inside you, which just makes you feel incredibly naughty and horny. You have seen that he has arranged a table with the least prying eyes and you having you back to most of the venue. The waitress returns and you order a drink whilst deciding on food and casually chatting.
The wine is brought over and the waitress begins to pour two glasses. You are startled and almost jump from your seat with a little yelp as you feel the egg burst into life deep inside your pussy. The waitress almost drops the bottle of wine and asks if everything is ok. Your face bright red, you respond with a mumble that everything is fine and that your phone made you jump.
The vibration inside you is fast, persistent and deep, making you clamp your legs together hard, as you feel the effects through to your clit. Clamping your legs isn’t helping though, as you can feel a familiar build up inside you. You look across at him, knowing he has the controller and wondering when he is going to turn it off. He smiles at you, asking if everything is ok, as you have become a little flushed and squirmy.
You can see the pleasure in his eyes as he is enjoying teasing you and watching you slowly become more and more aroused. The egg is making it hard for you to think straight as your orgasm slowly begins to build.
Without warning the vibration stops as suddenly as it started. You almost looked relieved, yet there is a feeling of annoyance and frustration as the need to cum is now very strong with you. The waitress returns and asks for our food order, to which we both place and the girl begins to walk away.
He asks her if she could do him a favour and producers a little remote control, to which he then offers to the young woman. He looks at you and asks if she would be so kind as to push the main button on the controller. You almost jump out of your seat again, throwing him a dirty look before looking over at the waitress and apologising for his misbehaviour.
The waitress smiles back at you, handing him the remote and states that she has a similar toy at home and hopes that you get lots of fun from it, the same way her and her boyfriend have. Looking back at him, you call him every name under the sun whilst having a rather large smile on your lips. I flick the controller, turning the egg of, making you moan in disappointment.
He doesn’t make you wait long, as he periodically turns on the egg, choosing the most awkward or inappropriate moments to set the deep vibrations off. This is just making you incredibly damp and desperate to cum, as he keeps teasing you, especially with the conversation having now turned to what you both enjoy in and out of the bedroom.
He explains that he loves to tease and please a lady, taking his time to build the tension and to make her wait long enough to be almost frantic about wanting to cum. You listen intently as you desire him more and more. He then smiles and passes the conversation over to you to talk a little about your likes and kinks. You can almost see his mind working around what you are saying to make sure that your evening will definitely end with a bang.
The meal finished and the second bottle of wine polished off, the bill is paid for, but as you both rise to put your coats on, the egg suddenly kicks into life again. Looking at him you can see he doesn’t have anything in his hand. The vibrations stop, then start again moments later. You giggle at him and ask if his pocket is having fun with the controller.
He smiles back, taking your hand and heading for the exit. As you head onto the street, you hear the waitress call out to you, turning you are confronted with her handing the controller to him and saying thanks. You are almost horrified, realising that this young woman has been the one controlling the vibrations for at least half of the evening and not him. He thanks her and flicks the controller off, the vibration ending and your panties now become almost sodden as your body betrays your feelings of embarrassment and horror.
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