One week in Melbourne I generally hate with a passion is the spring carnival. The entire week leading up to the Melbourne cup. Everyday the entire public transport system is totally clogged up with drunken jerks in rented suits going to the races. As a regular commuter it just pissed me off that these guys get away with action like arseholes just cause they have suits on, but then this year I've been having different thoughts about the event.
It's around 25 degrees outside of the train even though it's ten at night. The race crowd are drunk and rowdy, but rather than get angry at the men's behaviour, I've decided to just enjoy the scenery the women present. Summer is just a few weeks away and all the girls have extremely low cut tops or fancy dresses so short they have to hold a racing guide to hide their knickers when they sit down. Sitting directly opposite me in the cramped seats is an attractive blonde girl; she's had way too much to drink and keeps falling asleep with the jerking head motions of a weary commuter. Her bright hair is short and jaggered, it looks professionally done for the day, and she has a loose dress of thin ‘summery' material that shows a deep v of great cleavage.
Her head rests against the window of the train as we coast towards the city. The entire train is buzzing with slurred conversation and people fill the isles, laughing and joking loudly. I keep my eyes on her, her breast are at least a c cup the cleavage nicely pushed together. As I watch the train jerks forward and she hunches forward more, I can see the very edge of her areola at the top line of her dress. The smooth white curve of her full breast flattens a little and I can see the darker rim of her nipple. She has great legs as well. I follow the line from her black high heels that have the soles covered in grass and mud, up her waxed legs. Smooth white skin, she clearly runs or jogs because her legs look strong and nicely muscled. The hem of her dress rests on her thighs; the skin looks softer, begging to be touched. She sleeps with her legs slightly open but I can only see a little more thigh under her dress. Too bad.
I sit here staring at her imagining just what it would be like to be fucking her. Image me laying back on my bed with her riding on top of me. To be massaging those great soft tits, as she straddled my cock. My dick in my pants begins to swell as I think about her; it's all the more fun as I look at her great body while fantisizing about her in action. I start to notice that she is slowly sliding down in her seat, but her dress is slowly riding up. Slowly more and more of her smooth white thighs are coming into view. Under her dress I can just see a small v of darkness, I don't know if she is wearing black knickers or her sweet little pussy is just a few inches from my now very interested gaze. I notice that my heart rate has risen and I'm a lot more awake I was a few minutes ago.
