We are speeding our way towards Paris on the Eurostar train link with London. As always, I'm horniest when I'm with you and once again thank my luck I have you. I'm admiring your outfit; casual, yet oozing sexiness. You're wearing a pale blue jumper, mid length denim skirt, bare legs and chrome stilettos. I'm sat next to you and we've put the arm up between our seats and you're resting your head in my shoulder. I can feel your breathe on my chest and smell your perfume. Your hand is resting on my thigh and discreetly circling towards the inner side of it and up my leg.
I whisper in your ear "are you wet, Maria?"
We are both being discreet as the carriage is quiet and the woman opposite is being quite intense and watching us.
You tell me you're wet with a single quiet "yes", and discreetly squeeze my balls and trail your fingers along my swelling shaft. I can feel you take a deep breath as you do and start to fidget a little in your seat.
I have all sorts of thoughts going through my head and want to start to put them into action but need to maintain being discreet. The woman opposite is still watching us intently. As she does my hand that is round your back slides into the top of your denim skirt at the side. You adjust slightly to make it easier and my hand is just to the side, against your warm flat stomach. I can feel you pushing against it as the woman looks away but we know she is watching.
As the woman looks back at us I smile but she quickly looks away as if shy. I whisper in your ear that I want you and again you quietly say "yes" and squeeze my balls and stroke your finger nails, this time along my increasingly harder shaft. As you do I can see the woman obviously strain to try and see your hand working discreetly under the table. Again I catch her and she looks away. She fidgets in her seat, as if to position herself to look out of the window but slowly and nervously looks back at us. As she does I tell you to read what I'm typing on my phone.
I type.
"I can see your long slender legs and chrome stilettos, Antonia."
You teasingly cross your legs, hang one shoe from your foot, dangling it, and discreetly massage my balls through my jeans between my legs. As you do, I spread them wider to allow you to palm them firmly.
Occasionally, I glance at our lady voyeur who looks away immediately. You whisper,
"She's watching."
I type.
"I know"
"I want to stroke my hand up your thighs and tenderly between them and under your denim skirt."
You use your other hand, teasing your finger nails up the side of your thigh and squirm in your skirt to make it creep up further letting me see your thighs fully; a flash of your white lacy panties triangled around your pussy. Once you do, you again trail your finger nails along my shaft, clearly visible and outlined in my jeans. You rub your thumb mischievously against my knob and I hear you giggle quietly; you're keen to create a damp patch of my pre-cum. Our voyeur is watching and as you giggle I wonder if she can see your thumb teasing me because she is licking her lower lip slowly and intensely.
I type.
"You're making me wet."
You pat my stomach, playfully, and then firmly massage my balls and shaft on your hand, and rub the base of your palm heavily against my knob. With your other hand, and in full view of me, you gently massage your pussy through the white fabric of your knickers, widening your legs to let them explore further. I gasp, you giggle, and our voyeur watches intently.
I can tell you're getting more aroused; your breathing has become heavier and your pushing your stomach against my hand and adjusting closer to me; to allow and encourage me to explore further inside your skirt.
I take the hint and start to tease my fingertips just inside the top of your lace panties. You squirm further, pushing against my hand and I can see your fingers working a little more vigorously on the outer side of your lace panties. I can also see that this movement is attracting the attention of our voyeur, who again looks away quickly when caught.
You break off and pull away from me and start to remove your jumper. Your nipples are hard and swollen; showing through your crop top clearly. As you do, you look into my face; your slightly flushed, your hair is a little manic and your eyes are sparkling with excitement as you teasingly lick your lip and blow me a kiss. You put the jumper over your lap, resuming the position, snuggling more closely into my shoulder. You find my hand that was in your denim skirt with yours, and place it gently on the outer fabric of your panties. Both your hands then move; one to massaging my balls and the other to stroke my thigh.
I type.
