Ellie had woken up early on Tuesday morning, tee shirt damp with a sheen of sweat, stiff nipples and a familiar tingle in her groin. She had slept badly tossing and turning through a confusing erotic dream which had ended abruptly as usual. In the dream she had walked into the lounge bar of a city centre hotel late afternoon and had found a free stool at the counter between a tall angular man and a young couple deep in conversation. She caught the barman's eyes and ordered a gin and tonic. The angular man was looking at her and she met his look. Forties maybe she mused to herself as he smiled at her.
'Lovely parfum,' he said. 'Dolce et Gabbana light blue. Perfect for summer so they say.'
He gave her a confident grin.
Ellie was flattered.
' My favourite,' she responded easing up onto her stool. Her above the knee skirt rode up as she crossed her legs, drawing his eyes to her firm smooth thighs. She perfunctorily tugged her skirt back down and smiled back at him. He was easy to talk to.They had another round. And another.
Ellie took another sip of her drink. She casually uncrossed her legs and crossed them again well knowing that if he had looked he could not help but see the tight white vee of her knickers. Their fingers met on the bar.
Somehow in the dream she was now in his hotel room, stripped to the waist, her skirt off. He told her exactly what he wanted her to do and what he was going to do to her. Ellie rolled down her pantyhose just far enough for him to see her plump little bare beaver with landing strip and bent over the back of the sofa as requested.
He grunted with pleasure as he eased his rigid fat cock up into her now sticky honeypot and began to pump into her. Ellie gasped as he began to fill her up going deeper inside her. The bunched nylon of the rolled down waist band of her pantyhose was rubbing against the underside of his cock and heavy balls and was exciting him. Ellie's pussy clamped round his thrusting penis was making him groan.
And then she woke up.
She lay back on the bed covering her eyes with her fingers, deflated. Cursing she swung her legs off the bed ang got up.
She rode the Tube later that morning, out of sorts and horny. It was packed as usual. High summer and she felt sweat forming between her breasts in her bra cups. Someone was pressing against her from behind. There was just so little room. A whiff of cologne wafted across her and her senses responded.
The train shuddered and the interior lights flickered and failed.
There were a few groans as the engine clicked over. A dim emergency light came on and there was a resigned silence except for a few people muttering and reaching for their phones.
It was stiflingly hot and Ellie regretted that she had put on ultra thin sheer black seamless pantyhose instead of just her knickers.
She suddenly felt hands on her hips under her business jacket just at the waist band of her skirt. The hands moved lower and closed over her firm buttocks indecently rubbing them through her skirt and pantyhose.
Ellie felt herself getting aroused, What was she doing? This was too much. She tried to kick out with her high heels at the shins of the man behind her but he pinched her bum so hard it hurt.
A message came over the intercom that there was an incident with the train ahead. Peopled groaned. Ellie felt his hands drift down to the hem of her skirt and explore under it caressing the thin nylon of her pantyhose on the backs of her thighs then moving higher. A finger found its way right between her legs teasing and rubbing up and down the thin black nylon protecting her pussy. She tried not to squirm, feeling her pussy lips swelling and flowering as he interfered with her. The train engine gave an electronic clang and she wriggled back as she sensed a hot erect penis frotting against the crotch of her skimpy pantyhose through his clothes
Her pussy starting to leak and she began to panic. What if he unzipped and dumped his load on her underwear in public?
But just at that moment the train lights flickered back on and abruptly the man pulled away.
Ellie took moments to recover her breath and compose herself, aware of the trembling in her legs, the tingling in her aroused cunt when the train pulled into her station.
End of business Friday Ellie knocked dutifully on Mr Bexham's door.
'Come,' he called and she slipped into his office.
'Will you be requiring my services Sir,' she said, 'or may I go?'
He looked up at her. She had taken off her bra re-done her makeup and let down her auburn hair in the privacy of her office.
