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I use these trains often, usually for quite long journeys, and my comfort is very important to me. There are no passenger doors at this end. There are double seats throughout the rest of the carriage. Most of the seats face in the same direction, towards the passenger doors, and they all have high backs, which means that the single seat in the corner at the end is well and truly tucked away, out of view of almost everyone.

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Her shoes are simple and stylish, and look as though they could have cost serious money. Then again, any woman with legs that good is going to want to show them off, even during working hours.

The tantalising glimpse of lower thigh has certainly had the desired effect on the gentleman Free online dating sites no login my left. The gentleman on my left is leafing through The Economist, apparently with rather less interest than he showed in the split skirt. I settle into my seat, and sip my coffee, gazing vacantly through the window. After a little while, my attention begins to drift. The plan is as follows.

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An eventful train journey

I leave my seat, ignoring Economist Reader, and make my way to the toilet at Acceptable dating age end of the carriage. That gives me a little time to fine-tune my tactics, before making my first move. Inside the cubicle, I slide the hem of my dress — which is a simple, lightweightwith a relaxed, comfortable fit — up over my hips, and I slip off my knickers, and pop them into my handbag.

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The fit is flawless, and the contact between us is lubricated to perfection, as I respond with another generous flow of juices. Then he begins to slide those fingers slowly around inside me, stretching me just a little more, as he Sex games interactive out to explore me.

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His teasing is utterly ruthless. This is unbelievable. As if to emphasise his dominant position, he slides his fingers out of my dribbling wet pussy, still taking the most extreme care, and directs me to turn around. I do so, excited beyond measure now, and yet edgily unnerved. Standing before him, my naked ass in his Sex on train stories, I am totally exposed and vulnerable, helplessly awaiting his next intervention.

That chic sophistication which I thought was unassailably mine has vanished without trace. Again the tears well up as I consider my predicament: fired up with wanton arousal, and yet totally under the control of a complete stranger, in an all-too-public place, with no easy escape route.

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I feel myself wanting to open myself up to him, eagerly receptive, easing his entry, even though he has absolutely no business to be there. His tongue is working my sphincter, expertly and assertively, and waves of exquisite Sex on train stories pervade my body, radiating out from my asshole and warming me right through, as my arousal level just carries on rising.

He slides a finger in, and keeps building the pressure, stretching that sphincter, spitting on it again, and then sliding in a second finger, to stretch me some more. Those fingers are in really deep now. In the privacy of my bedroom — or his — this would be the most inviting prospect imaginable.

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Just inside is a man in dark Dating new haven ct uniform, peering out. Oh, holy fuck.