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The Unknown Girl

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A touch is worth a thousand words


A few years ago I used to catch the bus to work. Sometimes there was this big-built girl that used to come and sit next to me. She had a big heavy jawed face with long black hair, and I think she used to live at the local institution. Whenever she sat next to me, her heavy thighs would squash me up against the side, and I would feel the heat from her through my trousers. We never talked, in fact I never looked at her, but she sat next to me quite regularly, and there seemed to be this unspoken animal attraction between us.
Whenever we were sitting there a while, I could feel her pressed tight against me. I would get a huge erection just from the heat of her body and the animal smell that she had. She had big hairy arms and hands, which always lay across her lap, over the tartan skirt, which stretched over-tight across her wide muscular thighs.
She used to get off a mile or two from where I did, so I never saw where she went. But as soon as I got to work I would always rush into the toilets and masturbate furiously.
Just once, when she sat down next to me, I pretended I was reading the newspaper, and didn't move my hand. It lay across her thigh and she pressed even tighter into mine. I thought my prick was going to explode right there and then. I pressed my hand down upon her and she pressed back.
Then I felt her hand move slowly across underneath the newspaper and press hard down on my prick, slipping gently up and rolling down the zip. I held the newspaper up a little and stared out of the window, glassy eyed, as I felt her big fingers lift my prick out from my shorts and masturbate me right there on the front seat of the bus. I came quickly, hearing my cum slap slightly against the newspaper; then suddenly it was her stop, she moved away and was gone, leaving me to fight my wet erection back into my trousers, zip myself up and clean the cum from my trousers before it was my stop.
I never saw her again, but have since had many explosive moments dreaming about her, remembering her heavy muscular thighs and imagining the thick forest of black hair between her legs .....



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