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The Absent-Minded Traveller
I am a terribly forgetful person - let me give you an example. Yesterday I went to visit a friend - a beautiful friend, slim, yet with curves in all the right places - and we flirt, though nothing has happened between us … yet. I wanted her to notice how good I looked, so I made a special effort before I set off for her place. I put on a rather short, floral dress, and high heeled, strappy sandals. Then I sat in front of the mirror and watched myself as I pumped my clit hood till it was huge - all swollen and soft - rubbing against my thighs. To get to my friend’s house I have to travel some distance across town, on the underground system. I descended into this labyrinth of tunnels - which I liken to the vagina of this big, gorgeous whore of a city - hot, sticky and filled with strangers - and as I approached the end of the platform, I realised I’d forgot to bring a book. This was going to be a dull journey unless I thought of something to amuse myself. It was early afternoon - a fairly busy time, but not so packed that I was lost among the rush-hour crowd - there were, I suppose, about thirty other people there, waiting. Their eyes wandered aimlessly, in search of some distraction from this claustrophobic environment.
Maybe I could help! I switched into automation - the next thing I knew, I’d ‘accidentally’ dropped my travel pass - how clumsy of me. I turned so that I was facing towards all these unsuspecting commuters, then began to kneel down, slowly, in order to retrieve my pass. My knees almost touched my chin as I crouched there, momentarily forgetting I’d neglected to put on panties before I left home. I felt a gust of cool air brush the bush surrounding my now wet cunt, and I shivered. My nipples responded by becoming rock hard, standing to attention through the thin material of my dress, because I had also forgot to put on a bra.
I gazed along the platform to find many eyes now focusing on me, on my massively swollen clitoris and hairy, moist pussy, and I found it difficult to stifle a smile. A couple of very young men stood with their mouths wide open, seemingly unaware of this reaction. A middle-aged man grinned and nudged his wife, who looked horrified - but still looked. I stood up, gradually, eventually, relishing the moment, as our train hurtled towards the platform, supplying a fitting soundtrack to my finale. As I stood up straight and pushed out my rock-hard nipples, it burst through the tunnel and stopped.
The doors opened and I stepped into the carriage, sitting down opposite a big, shaven-headed man who obviously worked in construction. He was caked in what I assume was brick dust, and he looked tired and very bored. Next to him on either side were businessmen, very smart in their suits, numbed into a catatonic state by the daily newspaper, which they ostensibly read. The heavy-set builder must have noticed how flushed I was, because he began to surreptitiously eye me up (and down), although when I looked straight at him, he diverted his gaze.
Should I have some more fun? There was still so much time to pass before I reached my destination. I was sure that somewhere in the large bag at my feet was a small bottle of water - and I’d suddenly developed a thirst. So I moved forward on the seat until my bottom teetered on the very edge, and the hem of my dress fell away from my legs and began hugging the rear of the seat. Meanwhile the front had rode up to expose a substantial amount of milky-white thigh. By now I was very sticky, my pubic hair so damp that I could feel heat radiating from it. I opened my legs slightly, to get a better view into my bag, you understand, and began to rummage around for the liquid. My cheeks were incredibly red, and I could feel myself beginning to drip with juices as my exposed clitoris throbbed under the fluorescent lighting. Had I also forgotten to bring the water? I couldn’t find it anywhere, and eventually I knew I’d have to give up searching - but not until those men opposite had drank in the view. So it was hardly surprising to see their eyes firmly locked on my lusciously big clit and dripping wet cunt. The drink was nowhere to be found, so I moved back in my seat, exhilarated after my little show. I caught sight of the builder, and then, one by one, the men either side, shifting in their suits. Had they ever seen a pumped pussy? The look on their faces said possibly not, but I could almost smell the testosterone in that carriage as the train pulled into my station. I stood up, casually, to leave, but their eyes never left me. I had a new spring in my step, and as the escalator took me once more into the sunlight, I reflected that it was turning into a good day, in spite of my forgetfulness, and I wondered what further delights awaited me at my friends.
I am a terribly forgetful person - let me give you an example. Yesterday I went to visit a friend - a beautiful friend, slim, yet with curves in all the right places - and we flirt, though nothing has happened between us … yet. I wanted her to notice how good I looked, so I made a special effort before I set off for her place. I put on a rather short, floral dress, and high heeled, strappy sandals. Then I sat in front of the mirror and watched myself as I pumped my clit hood till it was huge - all swollen and soft - rubbing against my thighs. To get to my friend’s house I have to travel some distance across town, on the underground system. I descended into this labyrinth of tunnels - which I liken to the vagina of this big, gorgeous whore of a city - hot, sticky and filled with strangers - and as I approached the end of the platform, I realised I’d forgot to bring a book. This was going to be a dull journey unless I thought of something to amuse myself. It was early afternoon - a fairly busy time, but not so packed that I was lost among the rush-hour crowd - there were, I suppose, about thirty other people there, waiting. Their eyes wandered aimlessly, in search of some distraction from this claustrophobic environment.
Maybe I could help! I switched into automation - the next thing I knew, I’d ‘accidentally’ dropped my travel pass - how clumsy of me. I turned so that I was facing towards all these unsuspecting commuters, then began to kneel down, slowly, in order to retrieve my pass. My knees almost touched my chin as I crouched there, momentarily forgetting I’d neglected to put on panties before I left home. I felt a gust of cool air brush the bush surrounding my now wet cunt, and I shivered. My nipples responded by becoming rock hard, standing to attention through the thin material of my dress, because I had also forgot to put on a bra.
I gazed along the platform to find many eyes now focusing on me, on my massively swollen clitoris and hairy, moist pussy, and I found it difficult to stifle a smile. A couple of very young men stood with their mouths wide open, seemingly unaware of this reaction. A middle-aged man grinned and nudged his wife, who looked horrified - but still looked. I stood up, gradually, eventually, relishing the moment, as our train hurtled towards the platform, supplying a fitting soundtrack to my finale. As I stood up straight and pushed out my rock-hard nipples, it burst through the tunnel and stopped.
The doors opened and I stepped into the carriage, sitting down opposite a big, shaven-headed man who obviously worked in construction. He was caked in what I assume was brick dust, and he looked tired and very bored. Next to him on either side were businessmen, very smart in their suits, numbed into a catatonic state by the daily newspaper, which they ostensibly read. The heavy-set builder must have noticed how flushed I was, because he began to surreptitiously eye me up (and down), although when I looked straight at him, he diverted his gaze.
Should I have some more fun? There was still so much time to pass before I reached my destination. I was sure that somewhere in the large bag at my feet was a small bottle of water - and I’d suddenly developed a thirst. So I moved forward on the seat until my bottom teetered on the very edge, and the hem of my dress fell away from my legs and began hugging the rear of the seat. Meanwhile the front had rode up to expose a substantial amount of milky-white thigh. By now I was very sticky, my pubic hair so damp that I could feel heat radiating from it. I opened my legs slightly, to get a better view into my bag, you understand, and began to rummage around for the liquid. My cheeks were incredibly red, and I could feel myself beginning to drip with juices as my exposed clitoris throbbed under the fluorescent lighting. Had I also forgotten to bring the water? I couldn’t find it anywhere, and eventually I knew I’d have to give up searching - but not until those men opposite had drank in the view. So it was hardly surprising to see their eyes firmly locked on my lusciously big clit and dripping wet cunt. The drink was nowhere to be found, so I moved back in my seat, exhilarated after my little show. I caught sight of the builder, and then, one by one, the men either side, shifting in their suits. Had they ever seen a pumped pussy? The look on their faces said possibly not, but I could almost smell the testosterone in that carriage as the train pulled into my station. I stood up, casually, to leave, but their eyes never left me. I had a new spring in my step, and as the escalator took me once more into the sunlight, I reflected that it was turning into a good day, in spite of my forgetfulness, and I wondered what further delights awaited me at my friends.
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