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This happened, I can’t forget nor do I want to.
It was late summer but the warmth of the day hung in the air even at 5pm. In full suit I scanned the train carriage. The warm train hummed with the busy commuters, I had done the journey so many times I knew where the usual people would sit and who they would be sat with. The heat and the motion of the train was a heady mix. In my mind I proceeded to undress every woman in the carriage. Mature ladies in blouses and suits, young students in t-shirts and skate shoes. I loved the contrast of ages and styles. The difference in wealth and aspirations, but most importantly the different body shapes.
I lusted after the older women more, I imagined how they would thrust against my cock during sex. They would want to squeeze every inch of enjoyment. The younger girls my own age would be placid, I had played with enough to know the routine of tentative moves, shy “we can’t do that” looks and protests.
I had my eyes transfixed on a 40 to 45 year old, she had jet black hair, and it flowed just beyond her shoulders. The fact it was obviously dyed only made it shine more and highlight her pale skin tone, she looked youthful for her age and it matched her petite figure. Her clothes gave away her age. She wore shirts and pastel colours from the mums’ range, but they looked expensive. I wanted to tell her I lusted after her. I wanted her to imagine the packed train and me choosing her. I wanted her to blush and lubricate her pussy becoming moist to the thought of me wanting her. I then wanted her to accept that she needed the same, apart for sex she needed to be fucked, she wanted the excitement from her teenage years. My mind raced and I could feel my cock swell in my trousers, the material couldn’t resist the bulge, to hide my modesty I placed my laptop bag on my lap. This aroused me even more, I was hard in front of 30 strangers and no one knew what was now between my legs. Although I was now pressed firmly against the hard laptop bag I didn’t want to use my cock on misses 45, I wanted instead to lick her pussy to taste her sour lips. She doesn’t know her own worth, her own appeal. I want to show her, I want her riddling with enjoyment. The sort of enjoyment her marriage has never produced.
My eyes jolted at the sight of some buildings I knew it was 10 minutes before my stop. This meant losing my erection and using the fear of having to exit with a hard-on, it was gone in seconds. As soon as the train stopped I exited using my skill and experience gliding past time wasters. I was out the platform and on my short walk home. The hill before my house pained my ankles as I kicked a fast paced walk. Up ahead I could see an SUV parked on the path. I cursed the arrogance and started to kick at a faster rate to prove a point. I was unstoppable a young handsome guy, in full suit, sweating and walking at a crazy pace. As I came to a junction I could feel the presence of a car pull alongside. I turned around slowly, emphasising my indifference.
Up until now the story has set the scene, it has added context but now the story is purely about actual sex, real sex. More importantly it is about the best sex I have ever had.
I looked it in the SUV and sat in the driver’s seat was a middle aged woman probably late 40s to early 50’s. She was curvy, full figure but looked short even sat down. She had a kind face with smiling eyes but her real smile seemed distant and false. There was silence until she made a joke about her driving and asked if I could open a water bottle for her. I was stunned, who asks a passer-by to open a bottle. I wasn’t sure what to do but I armed the bottle and passed it back through the passenger window. At this point I scanned the car for clues, was she a cop, maybe even a killer. Instead I saw them a pair of red panties on the seat next to her. She watched me stare at them and when I looked up she parted her legs pushing a knee against the car door. Although I couldn’t see beyond her pencil skirt I knew there was nothing underneath. I opened the door and sat down. She drove and we exchanged only a few words. When we reached her house I was more nervous than excited. Who was in the building, was it a trap. It wasn’t before I knew where I was she torn at my clothes, stripping me and preceding to suck my cock on her bed. She sucked my cock with precision. The sort of blow job that includes the whole mouth. Rubbing my helmet against the inside of her cheek. Fighting the urge to cum I pulled back and began stripping her shirt and skirt off.
She wasn’t as curvy as I first thought. The fact she was short with big boobs made her seem more board than she actually was. The big boobs sagged slightly and her aura and nipples where so pale then barely stood out. Her belly sagged slightly as well over short, dark pubic hair. My eyes raced to her cunt. It was pink with big labia and a tiny clit that protruded out of its hood.
We never talked, we just fucked. As I entered her it just slide in, there was no resistance, no tension. I wondered how many c***dren she might have had how many lovers and strange incisions. It didn’t matter, in fact it felt great. Her pubic bone was ample pressure, the looseness meant I could slide deep and vertically upwards. In missionary I could push myself upwards on my hands. She moaned with every thrust. I licked and kissed her neck the smell and taste of cheap perfume. I didn’t want hours of this, I couldn’t if I wanted. She probably wanted company and to feel this or any sense of love. I had other ideas I wanted to treat her like a slut, she had acted like one so it seemed fair. I pulled out fast, she let out a surprised grunt and with a quick shuffle on my knees I was able to cum all over her stomach. I wanted her boobs or even her face but I think her sagging stomach looked perfect. It looked dirtier, more sexual.
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It was late summer but the warmth of the day hung in the air even at 5pm. In full suit I scanned the train carriage. The warm train hummed with the busy commuters, I had done the journey so many times I knew where the usual people would sit and who they would be sat with. The heat and the motion of the train was a heady mix. In my mind I proceeded to undress every woman in the carriage. Mature ladies in blouses and suits, young students in t-shirts and skate shoes. I loved the contrast of ages and styles. The difference in wealth and aspirations, but most importantly the different body shapes.
I lusted after the older women more, I imagined how they would thrust against my cock during sex. They would want to squeeze every inch of enjoyment. The younger girls my own age would be placid, I had played with enough to know the routine of tentative moves, shy “we can’t do that” looks and protests.
I had my eyes transfixed on a 40 to 45 year old, she had jet black hair, and it flowed just beyond her shoulders. The fact it was obviously dyed only made it shine more and highlight her pale skin tone, she looked youthful for her age and it matched her petite figure. Her clothes gave away her age. She wore shirts and pastel colours from the mums’ range, but they looked expensive. I wanted to tell her I lusted after her. I wanted her to imagine the packed train and me choosing her. I wanted her to blush and lubricate her pussy becoming moist to the thought of me wanting her. I then wanted her to accept that she needed the same, apart for sex she needed to be fucked, she wanted the excitement from her teenage years. My mind raced and I could feel my cock swell in my trousers, the material couldn’t resist the bulge, to hide my modesty I placed my laptop bag on my lap. This aroused me even more, I was hard in front of 30 strangers and no one knew what was now between my legs. Although I was now pressed firmly against the hard laptop bag I didn’t want to use my cock on misses 45, I wanted instead to lick her pussy to taste her sour lips. She doesn’t know her own worth, her own appeal. I want to show her, I want her riddling with enjoyment. The sort of enjoyment her marriage has never produced.
My eyes jolted at the sight of some buildings I knew it was 10 minutes before my stop. This meant losing my erection and using the fear of having to exit with a hard-on, it was gone in seconds. As soon as the train stopped I exited using my skill and experience gliding past time wasters. I was out the platform and on my short walk home. The hill before my house pained my ankles as I kicked a fast paced walk. Up ahead I could see an SUV parked on the path. I cursed the arrogance and started to kick at a faster rate to prove a point. I was unstoppable a young handsome guy, in full suit, sweating and walking at a crazy pace. As I came to a junction I could feel the presence of a car pull alongside. I turned around slowly, emphasising my indifference.
Up until now the story has set the scene, it has added context but now the story is purely about actual sex, real sex. More importantly it is about the best sex I have ever had.
I looked it in the SUV and sat in the driver’s seat was a middle aged woman probably late 40s to early 50’s. She was curvy, full figure but looked short even sat down. She had a kind face with smiling eyes but her real smile seemed distant and false. There was silence until she made a joke about her driving and asked if I could open a water bottle for her. I was stunned, who asks a passer-by to open a bottle. I wasn’t sure what to do but I armed the bottle and passed it back through the passenger window. At this point I scanned the car for clues, was she a cop, maybe even a killer. Instead I saw them a pair of red panties on the seat next to her. She watched me stare at them and when I looked up she parted her legs pushing a knee against the car door. Although I couldn’t see beyond her pencil skirt I knew there was nothing underneath. I opened the door and sat down. She drove and we exchanged only a few words. When we reached her house I was more nervous than excited. Who was in the building, was it a trap. It wasn’t before I knew where I was she torn at my clothes, stripping me and preceding to suck my cock on her bed. She sucked my cock with precision. The sort of blow job that includes the whole mouth. Rubbing my helmet against the inside of her cheek. Fighting the urge to cum I pulled back and began stripping her shirt and skirt off.
She wasn’t as curvy as I first thought. The fact she was short with big boobs made her seem more board than she actually was. The big boobs sagged slightly and her aura and nipples where so pale then barely stood out. Her belly sagged slightly as well over short, dark pubic hair. My eyes raced to her cunt. It was pink with big labia and a tiny clit that protruded out of its hood.
We never talked, we just fucked. As I entered her it just slide in, there was no resistance, no tension. I wondered how many c***dren she might have had how many lovers and strange incisions. It didn’t matter, in fact it felt great. Her pubic bone was ample pressure, the looseness meant I could slide deep and vertically upwards. In missionary I could push myself upwards on my hands. She moaned with every thrust. I licked and kissed her neck the smell and taste of cheap perfume. I didn’t want hours of this, I couldn’t if I wanted. She probably wanted company and to feel this or any sense of love. I had other ideas I wanted to treat her like a slut, she had acted like one so it seemed fair. I pulled out fast, she let out a surprised grunt and with a quick shuffle on my knees I was able to cum all over her stomach. I wanted her boobs or even her face but I think her sagging stomach looked perfect. It looked dirtier, more sexual.
If you would like more of the story or maybe a picture please message me.
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