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How I met my wife
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There’s a woman I see regularly on the train in the mornings, blonde and petite, and very pretty. She’s got bone structure and gentle curves and tight lines all in the right places, and I have a got a bit of a crush on her.When I board the train, I try to sit where she can see me, and I can gaze at her beauty while I daydream into the working day. Sometimes, on summer mornings, when the sun streaming through the windows accentuates their athletic detail, I catch myself openly staring at her legs; thinking about where they meet and how close I am but how far away the pleasure is to both of us. She’s noticed me looking a few times and the skirts have been getting shorter and shorter as the summer’s got hotter. This woman is ringing all my bells, i want her so much, i've started cracking one off to the thought of her when i wake up to my morning glory in the mornings. When she climbs the stairs from the train platform, there is often a bit of pushing and shoving to follow behind her, and I'm sure she's really getting of on it. God, sometimes I have a hard-on from Chislehurst to Waterloo and can only just hide it with my paperback. Although occasionally, as I gaze at the triangle of darkness made where her tiny skirts stretch across the top of those exquisite thighs, I’m throbbing so much and so full of desire that I pretend to nod off and let my hands drop away from my lap so she can see the effect she’s having on me. It’s a dangerous game, but I think it’s worked, she noticed me at last. Last week, I sat opposite her and I think I caught her eye as I sat down. I immediately settled into my usual reverie of gazing at her perfect athletic beauty when two other fellas came and sat next to me, and one immediately nudged the other to have a look at the obvious beauty of Blondie. These guys were openly staring at her, awestruck by her sexual presence, and she could obviously feel all our attention was on her and she looked at me for a moment and I thought maybe this’ll be the day when we break the ice and say a “good morning”, or what’s that book you’re reading?” But I was stunned. she revealed that she has another side to her, and that other side is a very naughty little slut. Fantastic! She looked at me as I stared at her thighs and parted them so that I could see she was wearing no pants. My cock leaped in my baggy trousers, I nearly erupted on the spot with all the thoughts that went through my mind as my crush brazenly and proudly showed me her shaved, wet pussy. She glanced up at the other two guys and moved her right leg a little more so that they could see what I was drooling over. Fuck! I had wanted her so much, so for long, and all I could say was “Do you realise you have no knickers on?” She smiled at me, embarrassed, I think, but no more embarrassed than me for sounding like such a dick. Then she says to me “when you follow me up the stairs today, keep following me right into the building where I work, they have very comfortable restrooms.”; then she settles back into the chair and sends us crazy with a little show of stroking and delving her fingers into her now slushy cunt. Luckily, there are only men in this little section of the train and if anyone else has noticed, they were not complaining. I have been running around town for a while now, but I have never felt desire like that in all my life. Those last few minutes on the journey seemed like hours.But the train had to stop eventually, and I knew I was going to be very, very late for work.
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Posted on : Jul 3, 2011
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Commented on Jul 8, 2011
Awesome story! How did it continue? You followed her?
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