This is a dream. A dream from which I woke with soaked through panties, and the sure and certain knowledge than I had orgasmed in my sleep. (Even so, I had to make myself cum again, just to be certain). My sexual dreams, vivid though they are at the time, evaporate like morning mist unless I write them down quickly.
This may appear discontinuous, for which I apologise in advance.
She stands in the crush that is the morning commuter train. No-one will give a seat up any more, and even the two pregnant women at the far end of the carriage are forced to stand. No-one could possibly move anyway. She is stuck between the plexiglass partition next to my seat, and the crush of people around her.
I see the flatness of her tummy and Simultaneously, as I look up, she looks down, and for a moment, our eyes meet. She wears the long-suffering look of one who does this every day. I’m glad I don’t have to do this. As my eyes travel back down, they pause, as they always do, at her crotch, and I wonder what I always wonder when I’m this close to a girl. What kind of panties is she wearing? Is she wearing ANY panties at all? Does she shave? When did she last masturbate? I catch sight of her left hand. No rings on the fourth finger….but that doesn’t mean much these days.
I become aware that she is moving, gently, rhythmically. She is looking over her shoulder, but I can’t see the object of her gaze. A hand appears around her waist. A beautifully manicured male hand. It caresses her belly and slowly inches her skirt up. Soon her panties are in view, white with little playful dogs on them. Cute. The hand travels down over them and a long middle finger disappears between her legs.
For a few moments, she tries to cross her legs in order to deny him his prize, but soon, she stands with her legs slightly apart. His hand appears and strokes upwards now, over her mound on and upwards to the waistband of those cute little panties. His long, elegant fingers disappear under the material. I look up at her face again. Her eyes are closed now and her mouth is slightly open.
Another hand appears. Equally well manicured, it is obviously the same guy. Thumbs hook into her waistband and with painful slowness he tugs her panties down inch by exquisite inch. Her mound becomes visible and then the top of her slit. His right hand now curves between her legs and I see the exact moment when his middle finger dips inside her, even though it’s covered by her undies. Another brief tug by his left hand and I can see the crotch of her panties. It’s only 8:30 in the morning, but already her panties are stained. I wish with all my being this fucking plexiglass partition wasn’t there. I begin to imagine I can smell her, and I ache to lean forward, through the partition to lick her.
He obviously knows what he is doing to her. Her face is totally enraptured. Her eyes flicker open and agin she locks eyes with me. It is for me or him that her mouth forms the words “Fuck me”. Maybe he is. Maybe he has his cock out and even as he stands there fingering her it’s up her bum. I have no way of knowing.
By now, her panties have fallen to her knees. If she closes her legs, they’ll be on the floor, but why would she do that? His left hand is up her top now and I have no doubt that it’s inside her bra…if she’s even wearing one. His movements are fast now. He is finger fucking her hard and she is loving it. Damnit….I so want to see her cunt, but it’s covered by the curve of his hand.
Then I see it. Liquid runs down both inner thighs and splatters into her panty crotch. One spurt….another….then another. Watching a girl cum is heaven for me, and I realise how wet I am…and how jealous. His hands retract, and I see her perfectly shaven cunt for the first time.
This lucky bitch has been fingered off by a total stranger. Someone whose face she has never seen. She has cum so hard she has squirted….or peed….I don’t know. Could be either or both. She has had her cunt exposed on a packed train, but only I have seen it.
And that’s when sleep slowly sloughed off me and I awoke. My clit was throbbing and my panties were a hot mess. I held the image of her face as she came as I reached into my panties. What pushed me over the edge was the thought that he may have bum fucked her at the same time. She couldn’t have resisted, but then resistance looked like the last thing on her mind.
I came into my panties with one finger of my left hand up my bum and it’s thumb in my cunt.
I need a shower!
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