Rubbing you off on the London Underground
We are packed in so tight today. You are pressed right up against me. My tits in my tight top are touching your arm. You are a hunky young lad who probably thinks I am a MILF. Or a tired middle aged husband whose wife doesn’t put out much anymore. Or a tourist visiting London with yiur girlfriend. Or a cocky commuter in your way to the City. It matters not who you are. What matters is this is how I spend my days off, riding up and down the packed tubes in the Piccadilly Line. You think it is just an accident when you feel my hand on your thigh. Weird that I haven't moved away, but it is very full. You gasp though when my hand moves upwards. Your cock is already lengthening as my hand cups your cock through your trousers. You look at me but Inwon’t look back at you. I am staring ahead like everyone else. You never stop me. Not one of you. If it was the other way around Inwould be screaming blue murder. No, don’t try to return the favour. I will move you firmly away. Keep trying and Inreally will scream, and embarrass you. This is one way only. I can hear your breathing get ragged now as Insqueeze at your cock. It is fully erect and I rub it gently. You can probably see - or feel - my nipples are hard. I am also really wet. I can feel how aroused you are and there is a desperation to it. I tickle it a little, near the top. You liked that! Now with the flat of my palm I make tiny circles. I think we are too tightly packed in for people to see and my movements are subtle. Sometimes I think they can, I see me looking lustfully my way. Or maybe they just are anyway, my top is tight, my nipples are stiff and I probably look fuckable. I squeeze and you gasp. Did you miss your stop? I know you need me to finish this. You can’t really get off the train with a huge, visible hardon. Almost imperceptibly, I speed up. Need to be careful not to be seen, to finish before it gets too empty. I press my palm harder, runs faster with my fingers (arm movements way too obvious) and you are trying not to moan aloud. Sometimes Infeel it spurt, sometimes I feel wetness, other times it is just that familiar throb of a man cumming in my hand. I watch your face in those final moments, I love the agony and pleasure I see there. I don’t know you but I just made you cum in your pants on the tube! You get off, then I get off, in search of another packed train and another stranger. I hope you’re next...
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