Blue Mountains Train Trip

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I was catching the train from the Blue Mountains down into Sydney which is a good two hour trip, plenty of time to spend reading or working. On this particular day there weren’t many passengers so I settled into my seat at the rear of one of the cabins, setup my iPad on the table and decided to catchup on some reading in Lush. I love the slow build up that erotica provides and I had quite an eclectic mix of genre in my reading queue to get through; not to mention the chance of a chat with one or more of my online mates which is always a buzz. The only down side of reading in public is not being able to strip off and release the pressure once it becomes too intense, but that’s just part of the whole ying-yang experience. I noticed a young lady sit down diagonally opposite me. She had lovely dark copper coloured skin and jet black hair; she obviously had a Polynesian background. She was wearing a tight white blouse and a dark flowing skirt, the generous curves of her breasts and butt were hinted at in a subtle yet sexy way as her clothes clung to her figure. But it wasn’t her body that drew me in, it was her eyes that grabbed me – dark, deep and full of mischief and confidence that only Island girls have. She seated herself facing in my direction and also pulled out an iPad and then immersed herself into the online world, so I decided to do the same. In Lush I’d been chatting with a young ankara travesti islander girl by the name of Vi; we’d exchanged some hot photos, but never faces, and I wondered if she looked like the young lady opposite me. I opened Lush and started reading some stories – exhibitionist, voyeur, teen, wife lovers, group, interracial – and became increasingly aroused. My cock was full and throbbing, I could feel it straining against my jeans and I wanted nothing more than to take it out and stroke it. I glanced up and noticed the woman was intently staring into her iPad but one of her hands was resting in her lap and I swear she was pushing her fingers between her thighs. I glanced up and we made brief eye contact and smiled at each other. Staring directly at me, she pushed her hips slightly forward against her hand and then returned to her reading with a smile on her face. There was no doubt in my mind her hand was pressing against her pussy mound and she knew I was watching her. I stood to walk down the aisle past her to the gents, my hard cock bulging in my jeans, my aroused state obvious if anyone looked close. Fortunately the carriage only contained about 10 passengers or so and everyone was engrossed in their own world. Except for the woman opposite. As I walked past she glanced at my crutch, raised one eyebrow and coyly smiled before returning her attention to the iPad. With difficulty ankara travestileri I sorted myself out in the gents, then returned to my seat. I couldn’t help but glance at the woman’s iPad as I passed and was surprised to see she too was logged into Lush. I also noticed her skirt seemed to be bunched a little higher but couldn’t really tell because of the table in front of her. I peered down the front of her blouse and noticed the generous curve of her cleavage. The lack of a bra allowed her large nipples to push against the material of her blouse, and the hint of darkness surrounding her nipples made me catch my breath. I so wanted this woman. Once I returned to my seat I glanced across the aisle again and caught my breath. Her skirt was bunched higher and her fingers were idly running over the tops of her thighs and her panties. These were pulled tight over her pussy and because of the angle I was fairly sure I was the only person who could see what she was doing, and I was also sure she knew that I could see. This was confirmed a couple of minutes later when she glanced my way and, catching my eye, spread her thighs wider apart and slipped one finger under the seam of her panties and winked at me. I started to rise from my seat to join her but she must have read my mind and gently shook her head. I returned to my original position and she smiled and nodded and then pushed travesti ankara her fingers back inside her panties. She partly opened her mouth and half closed her eyes in a moment of bliss as her fingertips were no doubt grazing across her pussy lips, possibly even probing inside herself. My mind was running amok. I looked at my iPad and there was a message from Vi asking how I was and whether I was by chance on a train. My heart skipped a beat, and I replied, “Yes I am, are you?” “Hmmm… maybe I am Matt, maybe I’m not and I just want to tease you,” she replied in her typically noncommittal but alluring manner. I asked, “Are you traveling into Sydney from the Blue Mountains wearing a white blouse, dark skirt and are your fingers inside your panties?” I glanced back across the aisle to see this gorgeous woman return her attention to her iPad, and then a moment later I received a message: “Yes, this is quite a coincidence isn’t it? Remember last time we chatted you told me you’d be up here today, so I’ve been waiting by the station and guessed which guy was you. Are you up for some fun? ;)” My heart skipped a beat, this was a fantasy come to life so I sent a reply, “Of course, can I join you over there?” Vi looked back towards me, and with a sly smile on her face shook her head and finger at me, indicating I was to stay where I was. She then lifted her hips a little and slowly peeled her panties down her gorgeous brown thighs, letting them drop to the floor of the train before picking them up and stuffing them into her bag. She then pulled her skirt high again, bunched around her waist, and spread her legs wide for me.

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