Train Ride part 2

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Shit. That’s what this day has become, a giant tub of shit and dreams. The single light in the cart flickers at the very end. My panties are nearly soaked through and only getting worse. She was silent sitting across from me, I refuse to meet her eyes, nervous as hell, and almost panting from anxiety and the thought of doing something petty. What if I got up and pretended to fall or trip and land on her lap. Put on the sexy innocent face jutting out my lower lip into a sexy pout. She couldn’t resist. Or I would just look like some idiot slut trying to get a free bang in an empty cart all the way at the very end of the train. “So what are you thinking about?” Her voice caressed my ear right beside me, making me jump in surprise. When had she gotten up? “Um, n-nothing… w-work.” I stutter out a lie trying to compose myself God why did I stutter? I never stutter! “Work sounds like a lot of nothing to be thinking about so hard.” She chuckled her voice so sexy I wondered where she bought bahis siteleri it from, because there is just no freaking way she was born with it. So husky and alluring like a bad-ass with the voice of an angel. My pussy tingles as I imagine her whispering dirty commanding words in my ear with that amazing sex voice spanking me hard if I don’t listen. I can feel a moan building up in my throat, and I try hard to shove it and the thoughts back down. “Is anybody in there?” The husky whisper causes shivers to run down my spine all the way to the tip of my toes, my pussy clenches, her warm breath caressing my ear. I can feel her body heat mix with mine. When did she get so close to me? “OH fuck,” I moan out automatically. My mind shoving the image of that same breath against my clit, her big grey eyes staring at me as she ate my pussy. Her long wide tongue cotton soft against my folds, moaning at how wet I am.  “So it isn’t work that has your mind all closed up.” She chuckles and her canlı bahis siteleri hand somehow finds its way through the darkness and onto my legging clad knee. “Wha-what are you d-doing?” I gasp, wanting her to rip the leggings. “You seem to be in such a daze I thought this might make reality a bit better for you.” She says just before tearing my leggings from my right thigh, ripping the stretchy material. I gasp and try to push her hand away hoping she was as controlling as I had dreamed of. “Everyday I see you in these tight skirts or tight jeans, hugging those thick thighs. I had always wondered where your mind ran off too, so for the last few weeks I sit beside you. Did you know you talk and moan when you’re in your world.” “Oh God, I’m-” I begin. “Shut the fuck up.” She growls in the most sexiest voice I’ve ever heard on a woman. “Every fucking day I wonder who it is you’re dreaming of, Surely a woman like yourself is bound to be looking for a big strong man right? And then canlı bahis there’s everyday when you’re staring at me just before you go into that world of yours. I can see how your legs clamp shut your body shaking you always sit with your hands behind your back a sign in my book that a woman loves to be submissive.” Her hand begins a slow journey up my thigh as her words turn me on more than the feeling of my clit when I play with myself. I grip the sides of my shirt to keep myself grounded as her words continue with a vengeance. “You like to be used huh? To be told if you’ve been bad or good, to be tied up and spanked, to be bent over and taken, to be yelled at, to be fucked and eaten, oh and tortured and teased, treated like a slave, A servant. Is that what you like?” She demands. Her voice is husky and nearly breathless as her hand inches closer to my treasure. After a few minutes of silence she growls, “When I ask a fucking question you answer it. Is That What You Like! ?” “Yes!” I nearly shout as her other hand smacks hard against my pussy. “Good girl,” she whispers her tongue gliding along my earlobe. Fuck it feels so good. Her hand stops at the top of my thigh gently caressing the smooth skin there.

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