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I was in a foulmood. My week had been full of deadlines and meetings and my asshole boss had dumped a huge workload on me. To top it off, the air conditioning in the office was broken, so I’d spent long days sweating in the office, longing to feel cool air on my skin. It was Friday evening and, having decided that I no longer cared what my boss thought of me, I’d left the office on time, at 6pm. The commute home was doing nothing to improve my mood. Living out of down might make sense financially but it means having to deal with trains rammed full of rude business people on a daily basis. Already having to stand up, I scowled as we pulled into a stop. Bodies pressed against mine as the carriage filled up. The air was warm and thick and a trickle of sweat danced down my neck, lingering for a moment before slipping between my breasts. I sighed, longing to be home. My plans for Friday night were simple: wine, pizza, bath, eryaman escort vibrator, sleep. After the week I’d had, I deserved a relaxing evening. I looked out of the window, noticing my reflection as the countryside passed by in a blur. I looked tired. My curly black hair was scraped back into a bun and I hadn’t had the energy to put on any makeup. I’d never considered myself a natural beauty but, luckily, I was blessed with unblemished dark skin, full lips and an enviably curvy figure. As the train sped past a church, I realised where we were. We’d be going round a sharp bend soon. Used to this journey, I braced myself for the turn, planting my feet wide apart. The person behind me was obviously less accustomed to the journey and fell forward as the train turned. I felt their body press up against me, particularly pushing into my round backside. A man muttered sincan escort an apology and I craned my neck to see him. A smile fluttered over my lips as I quickly took him in. He was effortlessly handsome: olive skinned with large green eyes and brown hair. As I turned back around, I couldn’t stop thinking about his mouth. In contrast with his neatly trimmed thick beard, his lips looked soft and sensuous. I shook my head gently, trying and failing to dispel any thoughts of this stranger. Perhaps I’d have to change my plans slightly: vibrator, wine, pizza, bath, sleep. At the next stop, even more people filed onto the train. Everyone shifted to accommodate them, meaning that any gaps were filled. I felt a gentle pressure against my back and knew that the handsome stranger had moved closer to me. As the train pulled out of the station, our bodies began to move as etlik escort one. The train rocked gently and so did we, our bodies in perfect synergy. I sighed. It felt so good but was surely just a result of our circumstances. Would this man ever press himself against me if we weren’t squashed into a busy commuter train? Testing the water, I shifted my weight, pushing my thighs and backside against him. He didn’t pull back and our bodies continued to move together. At the next corner, he stumbled slightly and put his arm around me to balance himself. His arm remained there, holding me tightly against his body and I savoured the feeling of his strong hand against my body. It wasn’t just his hand that was touching me. As the train moved, a hardness began to stir in his crotch. He cleared his throat, pressing himself against me as he did so. Shivers ran through me as this stranger began to rub his crotch on my backside. I glanced at my watch – only 15 more minutes until we arrived at my stop. If I wanted more, I had to make it happen now. Glad that I’d thrown on such a summery outfit that morning, I reached behind me, took the hem of my dress in my hand and lifted the skirt to my waist. From the front, I looked like any other woman taking the train.
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