The Tube (part 1/2)
of
Lai
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exibitionism
It was one of those rare but blissfully warm days in London. It was pretty unfortunate that it fell on a Monday because that meant I would be working but I was content nevertheless. However what I wasn't content about was the overcrowded tube. I never really liked crowds, arms and legs and bodies everywhere, everyone touching everyone. I hated how it weirdly aroused me and I quickly bring my thighs together and hold them there tightly in a feeble attempt to sate my hungry pussy.
The crowd squeezed in even closer and I instinctively grab my backpack and sling it in front of my, so it's on my front, mentally groaning as I feel a gush of cold on my back meaning my crop top had lifted, exposing quite a lot of skin on my back in the process. I try to pull it down but to no avail so I just let it be. I mean who really cares right?
I casually look down, hugging my bag, humming a nice tune and minutely rocking my hips to it when I hear a distinct groan behind me. I look back curiously to find a rather hot guy, staring at my ass which snuck in the rightly in my tight jean shorts. He slowly looks up with hooded eyes and damn he was quite the sight. With brown hair and mesmerizing blue eyes, he stood tall and broad. I couldn't see any further because he stood way too close to me but was I complaining? Nope. In fact the ache down there was complaining about whatever distance was left between us.
I look forward again and smirk as I slyly and slowly roll my hips, a full circle and mentally squeal as my ass grazes against his crotch, his pleasurable grunt serving as the perfect rhythm to my movement. I jut my tongue out playfully as I do it again but this time, the moment my ass grazed his crotch, I feel his firm and strong hands on my waist. One of them make its way to my front and he lays his palm flat on my stomach, while the other reaches down to grab the exposed skin of my thigh.
His fingers trace delicate patterns on my skin, sending shivers up my spine and I arch my back unknowingly. I start swaying and rolling my hips again, taking his movements as a sign to keep going but this time I was borderline grinding on his.
The ball was completely on my court until the train stopped and as everyone was forced to scoot even closer together, he tugged at me sharply so I fell into him, his hard bonner poking at me through shorts. I moaned at the feeling momentarily forgetting that we were in a crowded place and almost on cue his hand that was on my stomach reached up to cup my tits. I hadn't worn a bra because I wasn't in the mood too but I really don't regret that.
"No bra.. Babydoll, you're driving me nuts", his deep, sexy voice came in a husky whisper before I felt his lean down and harshly tug at my earlobe making me wanna moan even more but I stifle it for the sake of others.
He begins to gently massage my tits, my chest conveniently hidden by the bag still placed on it. I rest my head on his chest shuddering as he slapped one of my tits making it jiggle. He grabs it before it could settle down and pinches my nipple harshly making me cry out softly which makes him buck his hips and the throbbing in my pussy increases. I push my ass into his crotch.
"You naughty slut... You should really stop doing that?" I hear his whisper.
"Do what exactly?" I ask him turning back and shooting him an innocent look, my lips forming a pout.
"Fuck.. " I hear him mutter before he grabs my other tit and sqeezes it hard as his other hand starts working on my shorts buttons. In no time, he had undone my zip and his hands were in for the dip. His fingers grazed the soft lips of my dripping pussy and he moaned in my ear and the feeling.
"You're so wet for me... Fuck", he grunted as his thumb and pointer finger parted my lips and I moaned softly. He teased my opening a bit before sticking his finger all the way in without any warning. I scream out in pleasurable pain at the feeling.
"Hush doll.. You don't want them to know now do you", he said slowly moving his fingers in and out. My eyes widen in realization. I had totally forgotten I was on a damn train! I look around, distraught, and catch an old lady looking at us with suspicion. I shoot her a sweet smile, clamping my mouth shut to keep in my moan as he had gently pinched my clit at the same time his finger had expertly flicked my sore muscle.
I quickly place my arms over my bag and position it over my chest firmly just so no could know what's going on underneath it. Almost immediately I feel his chest vibrate as he lowly chuckled at my antics.
"What are you laughing at, big boy?" I say, sounding a bit breathless.
"Oh just wait", he replies cockily and before I could realize, his hands squish my tits together one final time, making me squeal as his hand slid down my stomach and into my shorts, the fingers which were already inside me fucking me harder than ever as I whimpered like a proper kitty.
Fuck... Shit's about to go down
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A/N: Hey! This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. Lemme know what u think in the comments. It'll mean a lot. Part 2 up in a day!
Till then, love to all of u sexy mofos out there xx
The crowd squeezed in even closer and I instinctively grab my backpack and sling it in front of my, so it's on my front, mentally groaning as I feel a gush of cold on my back meaning my crop top had lifted, exposing quite a lot of skin on my back in the process. I try to pull it down but to no avail so I just let it be. I mean who really cares right?
I casually look down, hugging my bag, humming a nice tune and minutely rocking my hips to it when I hear a distinct groan behind me. I look back curiously to find a rather hot guy, staring at my ass which snuck in the rightly in my tight jean shorts. He slowly looks up with hooded eyes and damn he was quite the sight. With brown hair and mesmerizing blue eyes, he stood tall and broad. I couldn't see any further because he stood way too close to me but was I complaining? Nope. In fact the ache down there was complaining about whatever distance was left between us.
I look forward again and smirk as I slyly and slowly roll my hips, a full circle and mentally squeal as my ass grazes against his crotch, his pleasurable grunt serving as the perfect rhythm to my movement. I jut my tongue out playfully as I do it again but this time, the moment my ass grazed his crotch, I feel his firm and strong hands on my waist. One of them make its way to my front and he lays his palm flat on my stomach, while the other reaches down to grab the exposed skin of my thigh.
His fingers trace delicate patterns on my skin, sending shivers up my spine and I arch my back unknowingly. I start swaying and rolling my hips again, taking his movements as a sign to keep going but this time I was borderline grinding on his.
The ball was completely on my court until the train stopped and as everyone was forced to scoot even closer together, he tugged at me sharply so I fell into him, his hard bonner poking at me through shorts. I moaned at the feeling momentarily forgetting that we were in a crowded place and almost on cue his hand that was on my stomach reached up to cup my tits. I hadn't worn a bra because I wasn't in the mood too but I really don't regret that.
"No bra.. Babydoll, you're driving me nuts", his deep, sexy voice came in a husky whisper before I felt his lean down and harshly tug at my earlobe making me wanna moan even more but I stifle it for the sake of others.
He begins to gently massage my tits, my chest conveniently hidden by the bag still placed on it. I rest my head on his chest shuddering as he slapped one of my tits making it jiggle. He grabs it before it could settle down and pinches my nipple harshly making me cry out softly which makes him buck his hips and the throbbing in my pussy increases. I push my ass into his crotch.
"You naughty slut... You should really stop doing that?" I hear his whisper.
"Do what exactly?" I ask him turning back and shooting him an innocent look, my lips forming a pout.
"Fuck.. " I hear him mutter before he grabs my other tit and sqeezes it hard as his other hand starts working on my shorts buttons. In no time, he had undone my zip and his hands were in for the dip. His fingers grazed the soft lips of my dripping pussy and he moaned in my ear and the feeling.
"You're so wet for me... Fuck", he grunted as his thumb and pointer finger parted my lips and I moaned softly. He teased my opening a bit before sticking his finger all the way in without any warning. I scream out in pleasurable pain at the feeling.
"Hush doll.. You don't want them to know now do you", he said slowly moving his fingers in and out. My eyes widen in realization. I had totally forgotten I was on a damn train! I look around, distraught, and catch an old lady looking at us with suspicion. I shoot her a sweet smile, clamping my mouth shut to keep in my moan as he had gently pinched my clit at the same time his finger had expertly flicked my sore muscle.
I quickly place my arms over my bag and position it over my chest firmly just so no could know what's going on underneath it. Almost immediately I feel his chest vibrate as he lowly chuckled at my antics.
"What are you laughing at, big boy?" I say, sounding a bit breathless.
"Oh just wait", he replies cockily and before I could realize, his hands squish my tits together one final time, making me squeal as his hand slid down my stomach and into my shorts, the fingers which were already inside me fucking me harder than ever as I whimpered like a proper kitty.
Fuck... Shit's about to go down
__
A/N: Hey! This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. Lemme know what u think in the comments. It'll mean a lot. Part 2 up in a day!
Till then, love to all of u sexy mofos out there xx
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