He kisses my neck, then whispers in my ear...
"Go to the bathroom and take off your panties."
I smile and nod, eager to be rid of the thin fabric riding between my wet pussy lips.
I excuse myself from the table and dash off to the bathroom. Entering the stall, I click the lock and hike my skirt up. My fingers reach inside the corners at my hips and slowly push my panties toward my thighs. I feel my face flush with excitement.
Sliding them all the way down and stepping out of them feels deliciously... naughty. Sometimes, I love to play the role of the wanton whore, completely submitting to my desires. I slip the panties into my purse and unlock the door. Looking down, I realize my hands are trembling.
I walk somewhat unsteadily back to the table where he waits. He's leaned back against the booth, his legs in front of him, crossed at the ankle. My eyes run up and down his unbelievably long legs, finally resting on his boots.
"Hey baby" he says, laughing at me. I snap my head up to look into his smiling eyes and feel suddenly embarrassed. I squirm ever so slightly and he winks. He knows I am neither embarrassed nor squirming out of any discomfort for the situation.
He pats the seat next to him and I slide into the booth. It seems like an eternity, but eventually we get the check. He pays it and we gather our packages and head for the train station.
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?
