750 No. 01: A Metro Encounter

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It had been a frustrating day at work. I trudged onto the metro and plonked on to a seat. As the carriage trundled past each station, its characteristic stodgy atmosphere intensified as more commuters piled on. Please move right down inside the carts, sounded over the speaker for the umpteenth time. For fuck’s sake…

A few stops later things took a turn for the better. Two people standing in the aisle alighted, and two women replaced them, one of whom took up the space in front of me, facing away.

Observing attractive women is a pleasant time-passer on the metro, and she was a bit of an outlier. I couldn’t decide what I thought at first; she was good-looking without being beautiful, and taller than most women. What drew my eye, though, was her conditioning. She wore a black pencil skirt with a back parting that exposed much of her bare legs, which looked toned and strong. I couldn’t help but imagine them wrapped around me after a difficult day.

A short while later she took off her coat, revealing that the illegal bahis skirt fit like a dream. Clinging to the sweep of her hips, the suit material gripped her pert round arse, which was substantial in the best possible way. There was plenty of meat to spank and grab, while it remained firm enough to bounce a penny. In bending down to retrieve a book from her bag, she treated everyone sat below to angles aplenty of her gropeable behind. I conjured thoughts of what could be done with such a thing, and I wasn’t alone – I noticed several others sneak a glance.

Metro trains are notoriously temperamental – a judder here, a wobble there – and after a period of relative smoothness, a bump caught her off-guard. She lost her balance and fell back on my lap. She got up almost immediately, apologising profusely for the faux pas. With a smile I assured her it was okay, and she continued reading her book. What went unspoken, though, was that my daydreams of her skirt and legs had awakened my cock under the coat in my lap. I wondered if illegal bahis siteleri she’d noticed; she was barely on me for a second, but I’d felt her firmness on my semi, and knew it must have prodded her a little.

After a few more stops the train started to empty, and she eventually took the seat opposite me. She gave me a brief embarrassed smile, then crossed her legs and continued reading. The moment we’d shared made her cuteness go up in my estimation, and I became turned on at the thought that she’d felt my cock against her. All I could think about was that skirt. I eyed her legs up and down, devouring their length.

She remained seated as the train emptied around us, occasionally uncrossing and crossing her legs. I don’t know why, but something told me it was for my benefit. I tried to give her something back; I removed my coat from my lap, and subtly rubbed my cock through my trousers. In response, she pulled her blouse against her chest to reveal hardened nipples. Nothing needed to be said. After the next canlı bahis siteleri station, we were alone in the carriage. I took out my cock.

‘We’ve got one stop,’ she said.

She stood, pulled her skirt above her waist, lowered her knickers, and sat on my cock. I gasped as it slid into her pussy without resistance, then leant back in my seat as she bounced up and down, striving to extract my load before the next station. I played my part too, grabbing her waist and thrusting hard into her wet depths. As the train slowed, she stopped bouncing and circled her hips, treating my cock to a new sensation and allowing me to fondle her toned thighs. I swelled inside her, and she responded by bouncing harder than before.

‘Come on, baby,’ she encouraged.

‘Fuuuuck,’ I groaned as I shot my load deep in her cunt, savouring the view of her firm arse as I filled her up.

As my balls emptied, the train stopped at the next station. With a panicked look, she got off my lap, revealing the creamy state of her pussy, adjusted her clothes, grabbed her bag, and alighted just before the doors closed.

She gave me a smile from the platform as the train moved off. I’d long since missed my stop, but after a frustrating day at work, it was worth it.

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