London Girl
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So there I was, minding my own business, Big Ben struck the hour and I knew that I was running late for work. Quarter to nine! And nowhere near my office.
I checked my mobile again. No signal. No idea why either, as it was usually fine in the city. Then I saw it. Phone box. Not used one for years, but I thought I might as well. I rushed over. Occupied. I huffed out a gush of air, looking through the clouded glass and plastic at the young lady inside. Slim, long hair, nice legs wrapped up in thick tights. Even the cardigan didn't make her unappealing.
I looked at the time again. Then I saw the odd movement inside the booth. The girl's skirt flicked a little and it looked like one hand was pushed under, moving rhythmically. Surely not! In broad daylight, and in such a public place. She wasn't talking on the phone, it was still on the hook. Her eyes were shut, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip.
The movement of her hand under her skirt was obvious now that I looked, but from anywhere more than a few feet away I doubt anyone would have seen. Her eyes opened a little, looking in my direction, then opened wide and her hand dropped from under her skirt.
I smiled and opened the door a crack. "You nearly done?" I asked with a smirk, "I need to phone the office."
She looked at me, smiled a little nervously, her face reddening slightly. "To be honest," she said, "You interrupted at a crucial moment, and I might have to start all over."
"Maybe I can help?" I asked, and took her backward movement as an invitation to step inside.
It was a bit of a squeeze, out bodies jammed together, breathe in each other's faces. I slid my hand down her side and back up under her skirt. The heavy black tights were pulled down just below the vee of her pubic area, her knickers likewise slid down.
I caressed the area about the top of her cleft, fine downy hair met my fingers and I slid a little lower. She gasped as my two fingers dipped into the crease above her vulva, brushing across the slightly enlarged clitoris and down into the wet slot below.
She placed one hand on my shoulder for support as I circled her clit, then sank my fingers into her wet crevice, then back around again. Her head pushed onto my shoulder, her hot breathe in my ear. I felt her lick my neck, then kiss it softly as she panted to the rhythm of my fingers.
It was awkward, but I managed to get my hand a little lower, enabling me to slide two fingers into her dripping pussy. She gasped again and I felt a hand at my crotch. Rubbing up and down my hardening penis through my trousers. Then she slid down the zip and dipped inside, drawing my hard cock into the air. She stroked it as my fingers worked inside her, pulling my foreskin back and forth slowly, but firmly.
I pulled my hand away and shifted. I couldn't get an angle for penetration, but I managed to slide my cock between her thighs, her knickers and tights clamping it to her sweet crevice. I started to move back and forth. She was gasping and staring into my eyes. I assumed she was enjoying the sensation as much as I, but neither of us said a word.
Her face flushed a little more, and she whimpered a little as a warm, wetness flowed over my hardened member. Not a gush or anything, just an increase in wetness as she sighed in my face.
She looked at me and smiled, then I felt her thighs tighten across my penis a little, and she managed to shuffle her gips back and forth. The wetness of her pussy lubricated my cock and the tightness brought sensations like I hadn't felt in months.
My knees went weak, and I felt my semen gush out, some splashing the glass behind, some dropping into the crotch of her knickers.
We stayed still for a brief moment, before disentangling and straightening our clothes. She squeezed passed me, turning to smile and say "Thanks." before disappearing into the morning crowds.
I checked my mobile again. No signal. No idea why either, as it was usually fine in the city. Then I saw it. Phone box. Not used one for years, but I thought I might as well. I rushed over. Occupied. I huffed out a gush of air, looking through the clouded glass and plastic at the young lady inside. Slim, long hair, nice legs wrapped up in thick tights. Even the cardigan didn't make her unappealing.
I looked at the time again. Then I saw the odd movement inside the booth. The girl's skirt flicked a little and it looked like one hand was pushed under, moving rhythmically. Surely not! In broad daylight, and in such a public place. She wasn't talking on the phone, it was still on the hook. Her eyes were shut, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip.
The movement of her hand under her skirt was obvious now that I looked, but from anywhere more than a few feet away I doubt anyone would have seen. Her eyes opened a little, looking in my direction, then opened wide and her hand dropped from under her skirt.
I smiled and opened the door a crack. "You nearly done?" I asked with a smirk, "I need to phone the office."
She looked at me, smiled a little nervously, her face reddening slightly. "To be honest," she said, "You interrupted at a crucial moment, and I might have to start all over."
"Maybe I can help?" I asked, and took her backward movement as an invitation to step inside.
It was a bit of a squeeze, out bodies jammed together, breathe in each other's faces. I slid my hand down her side and back up under her skirt. The heavy black tights were pulled down just below the vee of her pubic area, her knickers likewise slid down.
I caressed the area about the top of her cleft, fine downy hair met my fingers and I slid a little lower. She gasped as my two fingers dipped into the crease above her vulva, brushing across the slightly enlarged clitoris and down into the wet slot below.
She placed one hand on my shoulder for support as I circled her clit, then sank my fingers into her wet crevice, then back around again. Her head pushed onto my shoulder, her hot breathe in my ear. I felt her lick my neck, then kiss it softly as she panted to the rhythm of my fingers.
It was awkward, but I managed to get my hand a little lower, enabling me to slide two fingers into her dripping pussy. She gasped again and I felt a hand at my crotch. Rubbing up and down my hardening penis through my trousers. Then she slid down the zip and dipped inside, drawing my hard cock into the air. She stroked it as my fingers worked inside her, pulling my foreskin back and forth slowly, but firmly.
I pulled my hand away and shifted. I couldn't get an angle for penetration, but I managed to slide my cock between her thighs, her knickers and tights clamping it to her sweet crevice. I started to move back and forth. She was gasping and staring into my eyes. I assumed she was enjoying the sensation as much as I, but neither of us said a word.
Her face flushed a little more, and she whimpered a little as a warm, wetness flowed over my hardened member. Not a gush or anything, just an increase in wetness as she sighed in my face.
She looked at me and smiled, then I felt her thighs tighten across my penis a little, and she managed to shuffle her gips back and forth. The wetness of her pussy lubricated my cock and the tightness brought sensations like I hadn't felt in months.
My knees went weak, and I felt my semen gush out, some splashing the glass behind, some dropping into the crotch of her knickers.
We stayed still for a brief moment, before disentangling and straightening our clothes. She squeezed passed me, turning to smile and say "Thanks." before disappearing into the morning crowds.
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