The man sitting next to me was just under 30 and relatively good looking. Normally I'd be thrilled to have someone to stare at and imagine dirty situations with, but the fact he sat next to me now was interfering with my plan to cum at least three more times before I got to London.
The highlighter I had shoved up my pussy was still there, my panties still tucked away in my bag and my cunt was pulsing from my last orgasm but still begging for more.
It took all my self control to keep my hands away from my swollen lips and sensitive clit. I just wanted to rub it so badly I could cry.
Well there was nothing I could do. I would just have to wait until i got home so I could find something more serious to fuck myself with. In the meantime I would just have to try and ignore it.
The man next to me had opened up his laptop and was typing away so I got back to my book. I wasn't going to find a distraction from my need there though, it seemed the sex scene was far from over and just seemed to be escalating. A new character had entered the scene and the horny young heroine was bravely licking and sucking down one throbbing cock as another cock pistoned in and out of her from behind. The graphic descriptions in the book made it impossible not to imagine myself in that position, being spit roasted on two swollen penis' and just being fucked so thoroughly.
My traitorous hand made it back up to start pinching and squeezing my nipple through my tank top. To my surprise i suddenly felt the lightest brush of fingertips on my bare thigh. I looked up and found my train partners arm draped on the seat rest between us, his hand leaning far enough down to accidently brush my bare skin. I looked at his screen and saw it was turned off. Nothing showing on screen but my own reflection of my hand still grasping my breast and my hard nipple clearly sticking out through the flimsy fabric of my tank top.
I knew that at this point it could go either way, i could move my leg away and pretend nothing had happened or i could embrace it. I've never been used by a stranger before and the rush of wetness that accompanied this thought made the decision for me.
I spread my legs, moving my thigh closer to the outstretched fingers, i was rewarded with a firmer stroke on my naked skin.
I carried on pretending to read my book but i quietly tugged the neckline of my tanktop down to slip my breast out and carried on playing with it. I could see my hard nipple being tugged and twisted in the reflection of his laptop. This action was rewarded by the man confidently placing his hand on my bare thigh. He was squeezing and stroking my thigh rhythmically, I put the book i was pretending to read down so that I could start playing with my other breast. I was showing off for him, roughly palming my tits, pushing them together to show how big they are and tugging at my rock hard and overstimulated nipples.
