Your eyes briefly lock as you walk down the aisle of the train, a subconscious smile flicking across your lips. Your attention briefly broken as you look for your seat. Placing your handbag down next to him you both smile shyly. A magnetic attraction clearly existing. As you place your overnight bag in the overhead compartment you feel your shirt rise up, knowing a slither of your stomach is visible. You look down between your arms and see his eyes widen a little and his gaze slip down to your thighs where your skirt has ridden up a little higher too. You take your seat and he introduces himself. ‘He seems as nice as he is cute,’ you think to you yourself.
His arm is rubbing against yours on the armrest. His at the back, yours at the front. It started off as a very light touch, hard to determine if it was accidental but slowly the touch has become firmer so that now you can feel his forearm along yours. Sitting in silence as you both read, the edge of his hand now touching yours, your little fingers start to move imperceptibly gliding along each other. Subtly you move over in your chair, your outer thigh now against his suit pants. His leg now pressing against you, you can feel the strength in them. He covers your hand with his, your palm up as his fingertips trace lightly down your fingers and over your palms. Moving slowly back up, his fingertips between your fingers now, gliding lightly over them, the innuendo not lost on you.
He raises the armrest and your hands now sit on your thigh, warm from being exposed to the sun through the window. Your hand clasped in his, fingers entwined, your hand facing upwards, his pointing down so that his fingertips can run lightly on your thigh. Slowly his hand moves further up, yours still underneath, you know that you can end this at any moment with a movement of your hand, you both know that you have the power in this interlude. Your breathing gets deeper as his fingertips continue to move slowly, lightly in circles on your upper thigh. Feeling the pressure in your hand as he squeezes it, the pulsing representing what’s happening in both of your loins.
You release his hand, making sure you pull his higher so that now it rests at the very top of your thigh. His thumb massaging your hip as his finger traces the outside of your panty line. You brush your hand against him, feeling how hard you have made him. Running your palm over him, feeling the shape and hardness of him. You lean over and kiss him, lightly on the neck, he turns to you, his lips softly against yours as you back away and stand up.
As you return from the bathroom, your stop approaching, you lean over, his palm face-up, perfect for what you’re about to do. You place your knickers in his hand, pressing down with your finger so he can feel the dampness in his palm, his eyes wild with excitement you lean in and kiss him again. His teeth lightly on your lip as you pull away. You stretch up to get your bags from the overhead compartment, looking down again and seeing him fondle your underwear as you bite your lip, eyes smiling at him.
To be continued…
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