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I sat on the train with my girl friend’s head nestling against my chest. It was mid-summer and the air conditioning was faulty, so most people were subdued and lazy in the heat. Lots of exposed flesh and sweaty bodies were lounging about; some of the bodies were very easy to look at. I was in a pair of green knee length combats and a tight white vest top showing my toned arms and chest. Kay wore a little blue summer dress, low cut with straps over her shoulders nicely showing the shape of her breasts. The bottom of it reached mid thigh giving a great view of her long toned legs. The journey was a long cross country affair with the occasional rustic stop, meaning only an occasional burst of activity between the infrequent stops. Sat on my right Kay’s head occasionally rubbed against my chest as she got comfortable. Accidentally, or not, she had moved so her lips rubbed against my right nipple. I was increasingly rus escort becoming erosed. I started vividly sensing her tight body against mine, the smell of her, her exposed lightly tanned skin. Fantastic toned legs with same sheen as the rest of her exposed skin. I lazily felt her arm, my fingers lightly gliding over the exposed skin. “Mmmm that’s lovely!” she purred. Her hand resting on my abdomen just inches above my increasingly swelling rod. “Yeah, you’re skin is so good to touch. I can’t wait to get you alone later!” I murmured to her. “Oh really!” she paused. “By the looks of it you’re ready right now.” gently patting my rod through the cloth of my shorts. Her hand moved beneath my vest top her fingers playing along the lines of my abs. My hand slid down her arm onto her hip and then her firm ass, feeling it beneath her dress. I gently massaged the yenimahalle escort sensitive area between her ass cheek and thigh. She purred softly again, her hand moving up along the inside of my thigh. I looked around remembering we were not alone. But the carriage was less than half full and no one appeared to be paying us any attention. Her hand was moving underneath the front of my shorts along the front between my legs, the tips of her long fingers massaging the base of my rod and balls. Jeez it was so uncomfortable – my dick wanted to be free! I returned her enthusiasm by softly rubbing my fingers between her legs, rubbing her ass and catching the back of her now warm panties. She stiffened against me as I stroked along the outside of her lips, feeling the heat through her panties. She responded by moving her palm along my shaft. I filled with searing lust, the awareness of other people being close to us made it even more exciting. Kay’s finger played with my other nipple as she breathed on and nudged the other one. My finger found its way underneath her panties, pushing them to one side letting my finger trace round the entrance of her swollen and moist lips. Her breathing quickened as I let my thumb slip up inside her, rubbing inside the front of her slit and kneading her juicy bud between my thumb and finger. I desperately wanted to strip off my shorts and sit her down on my aching cock. But even in my haze of erosal I knew that was madness. But we were caught in a escalating game of cat and mouse, constantly turning on the heat till one, or both of us, was going to cum in the carriage. Moments later the guard, who had been absent for what seemed forever, moved down the aisle casually checking tickets. I reluctantly moved my hand from Kay covering her beautiful skin from view. Her own hand leaving my straining rod still throbbing under her hand, now outside my shorts and covering the bulge. Her head remained on my chest as the conductor moved to us. “Is she OK?” he asked, apparently concerned.
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