We have 15 minutes to kill, and I'm suddenly nervous. He's just too happy - and as we stand in line waiting for coffee he reaches up under my skirt (which by the way, is fairly tight) and squeezes my ass, then lets his fingers linger at the cleft of my cheeks, working one in between and tickling my rosebud.
I turn and whisper to him that we have a long way to get home and he should be good. He raises his eyebrow and laughs. Somehow I don't think he cares that we have a train ride before we get to our car. And then a 20 kilometre drive back to the house. Reminding him of just how frustrating that could be falls on deaf ears. He pinches my ass and I jump, almost spilling my coffee. This amuses him the same as when I say 'ow' when he sneaks up behind me and swats my ass. He knows it neither hurts nor surprises me.
Walking toward the train he lags slightly behind me, which ALWAYS makes me jumpy because he is usually ready to spank or pinch. Of course, I want him to spank or pinch but for some reason it speeds me up. I climb the stairs and head to the back of the car. I slide in against the window, waiting for him to sit down next to me.
Instead, he walks up, puts his hand on the back of the seat in front of me, and flips it so it faces my way. He slides in across from me and places his foot between my ankles.
For such a mature man, he is such a bad boy. I giggle and cross my legs, looking out the window at the darkened platform, as the train slowly churns to life and begins to move. I stammer something about someone needing the seat and he shrugs and tells me we'll see. For a moment a terrifying, albeit exciting, thought comes to mind. If the train ends up being crowded, what if a stranger sits across from me instead of him?
As if reading my mind he motions for me to sit next to him and I do. Then he switches and sits in the seat I was in! I laugh at him but then realise why he has turned me toward him, and essentially the wall of the car.
For his eyes only. I love to be exposed to him. I slide my shoe off and spread my legs, placing my foot on the seat next to his thigh. His hand reaches down and caresses my calf. He looks into my eyes and shifts a bit in his seat. My hand falls to my thigh and snakes it way up my skirt, over my stocking tops, and I feel the silky smoothness of my lips, mixed with the slickness between them.
I watch his eyes dart around the train car for a sign to stop but see none. He nods almost imperceptibly to me and I slide my fingers between my wet lips. Now his attention falls to my hand, while his hand grips his hard cock through his jeans. I bring my other leg up and spread my knees wide, moving my hand so he can see my silky smooth pussy. I look back over my shoulder but everyone in the car is facing the other way, oblivious to this display between us.
