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Perfect weekend perfect matureOnce in a while I like to spend a weekend in London. Although I already live in a city, I’m not sure I’d want to live somewhere that big. But when I go there, I make the most of it. There’s always so much going on, and there’s some really nice bits. I LOVE the underground system. Apart from the occasional inevitable problem it just WORKS. It’s easy to navigate, it’s fairly cheap, and it’s pretty quick too. And you sometimes see some really, really hot girls on there too! In rush hour though, it’s usually crazy busy. I’d spent a Saturday afternoon in Covent Garden. I love the shops and restaurants there and It’s one of my favourite areas. I was at the tube station there waiting to get the Piccadilly line back to my hotel in South Kensington. Once I’d FINALLY got down to the platform (it feels like it’s about 3 miles underground!) I was in a sea of people. The first train came and I didn’t even bother trying to get on it. It was packed, the platform was packed, and I just thought “forget it!”. I only had to wait a few minutes for the next one to come, and although it was still packed I could at least get on. I had to stand but I found myself behind a pretty lady with long blonde hair and legs I’d love to have been able to look at easier! I apologised to her as I nudged her slightly forwards as I boarded and she turned to me and said that it was okay. Wow! She was a hot lady….It was really cramped and I could barely move, but my arms were by my side and I could feel the warmth from her backside on my hand. It was less than an inch from her and it was all I could do not to touch her there and then. I had a few bags in my right hand and I struggled to not wobble around too much as the train jerked away from the station. There are illegal bahis stops every few minutes heading west and as we slowed a minute later for Leicester Square my hand accidentally brushed against her skirt and backside. I apologised to her again and a minute later as we pulled away it happened again. “I’m really sorry” I said “I’m not deliberately groping you!”. She turned her head to me and gave a little wink. “It’s okay” she mouthed and then said “It’s always busy on a Saturday evening”. “Luckily for me!” I joked….She giggled and flashed me a gorgeous smile…..By now I was thinking maybe I might ‘accidentally’ touch her a few more times…..A few minutes later as we were slowing for Piccadilly Circus I deliberately ran the back of my hand down her ass….And then as we pulled away, deliberately stroked from just above the hem of her flowing, nearly knee length skirt and slowly up with my index finger…..I let my finger tail off around the back of her thighs and as my finger pulled away I felt the tell tale feel of stocking tops…..Neither of us looked at each other, and neither of us said anything, but by now my cock was hardening. I just hoped I wasn’t going to make her scream and shout abut being groped. Next tube stop, Green Park. Next finger stop, her stocking tops. As the train jolted into Green Park I put my palm against the back of her thighs. Half above her stocking tops and half on them. Her thin, silky skirt sliding effortlessly across her silky stockings. I felt her thigh muscles tense slightly under my hand. The train was slightly less packed now in that you could at least shuffle your feet a few inches, but it was still really busy. But between the train stopping and pulling away again a couple of minutes later I didn’t move illegal bahis siteleri my hand. As the train pulled away I let my hand slip around to the front of her skirt — she had her back to me all the way up to this point. With my hand around the front of her I used my index finger and middle finger to slowly work her skirt up to her thighs….I checked to make sure no-one was looking and raised it until my fingers were touching her naked thighs above her stocking tops. By now I had a raging hard on, but I thought I was in real danger of someone seeing me touching her, so I pulled my hand away and let her skirt drop back into place. I repositioned myself by a few inches so that I was right behind her and then gently and slowly pressed my groin against her ass so that she could feel my hardness on her sexy behind. I felt her push back against me, very, very, very slowly pushing backwards and forwards against my erection. By now we were at Knightsbridge and I knew I only had a few minutes left before the stop for my hotel. Pulling away from Knightsbridge I put my free hand on her left hip and pulled her back against me, making sure she knew how hard I was for her. When we reached South Kensington station and I had to get off, I took her hand and led her from the tube train. She was looking a little flustered, and I was still as hard as hell, and I asked her if she’d like to join me for dinner, and told her I was staying at The Bentley. “You’re very forward!” she laughed, and I laughed back asking if she minded. “Not at all! If your cock is as good as it feels I want more!”. We went to the hotel and up to my room. We’d planned on going back down to the restaurant but that didn’t happen. As soon as we got to my room she undid my trousers canlı bahis siteleri and pulled my cock out….Stroking it back to full hardness. As she stroked on it we kissed, my tongue exploring her mouth, but as soon as I was hard she slid down on to her knees, took my cock in her mouth and started greedily sucking on it. I held her head and guided her mouth deeper onto me. Her hot mouth and gorgeous lips wrapped around my length felt amazing. As she was sucking on me she looked up and winked her sexy wink again. I grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair and gently pulled her back to her feet. I led her to the bed, got her on her hands and knees and pulled her skirt up around her waist. For the first time I could see what I’d been touching. Tan coloured stockings and white panties….I couldn’t even wait to take anything off her. I pulled her panties aside and slipped my hard cock slowly into her wet pussy. As I fucked her I pulled her ass cheeks apart so I could look at her asshole as I fucked her. Fucking her harder and deeper until my balls were slapping against her ass. She arched her back and took every inch I had to give moaning as I made love to her. As I fucked her I took her breasts in my hands. I fumbled to under the buttons on her blouse but pulled her bra down and took her stiff nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. As I tweaked them she thrust harder and harder on to my cock, both of us a mess of clothes and fucking hard. I took her hips in my hands as I fucked her harder than I’ve ever done before, punishing her soaking wet pussy with my cock, fucking her harder and faster with every stroke…..I knew I was going to cum, but she came before me, letting out a loud moan, arching her back and shouting “FUCK!!!!! YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” A few seconds later I came too…..I pulled out and covered her bum cheeks with my sticky cum. She reached behind and milked out every drop of cum in me against her ass…..We said goodbye a couple of hours later. I’ll never think of London without thinking of Cindy…..

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