My Special Birthday- The train journey.
You had told me that for my special birthday we are going to London for my very special presents. You have hinted it may include a show.
It is now the morning of my birthday. I am dozing, just beginning to stir.
I am wondering what show we are going to see for my birthday and more important, what the 'special' presents might be! I am horny at just the thought!
My absent mind drifts to thoughts of lots of teasing and flashing and just good clean adult fun! I imagine you giving me one of your soft sensual blow jobs. Your hot wet mouth engulfing my hard cock.
Fuck! It feels good!
I then realise I'm not dreaming! You ARE sucking my hard cock!
I moan with lust as I put my hand behind your head and thrust my groin up, forcing my hard throbbing cock further down your throat. I start fucking your mouth with vigour as I enjoy the feeling of your very wet mouth sucking hard.
You are deliberately salivating over my meat so it is dripping and slurping noises abound. Making the whole act even more horny.
As you bob your head up and down on my throbbing shaft, you have one hand wrapped around what is left visible of my cock, wanking it firmly yet smoothly. Your other hand is cupping my ball sack, squeezing and massaging both my heavy balls.
Your touch feels different. Smooth, sheer, slippery. I look down and realise both arms are encased in nylon as you caress me.
The sight, the touch, and the realisation of what you are doing is too much for me. I groan out "FUCK! You better stop now unless you want a mouthful!"
Your own moan and increased pace convince me you have no intention of stopping. You want me to cum. And you want it in your mouth!
Just the thought, combined with all the fantastic sensations, is too much for me. I put both hands behind your head and let go.
In fairness, I did not need to force you at all. You were there for the lot! And you had no intention of stopping till I was spent.
I emptied my balls into your hot, willing mouth till they ached. I could see a look of satisfaction on your face.
You had achieved just what you wanted. My total submission to your desires.
You pulled off my still throbbing cock. Licking the last drop of cum off my angry purple head. Then, licking your lips, you move up my body and thrusting your tongue deep into my mouth. Giving me a long, sensual, cum flavoured snog!
You eventually break away and sit up. Your hands and arms still encased in nylon and the last drops of my cum.
With a look like the cat that got the cream you said "Happy birthday darling! That was present number 1."
You tell me to get our daughter up, then have a shower and get dressed. You tell me to take her to Sue's by train, and then come back.
I say that is silly and surely it would make sense to both drop her off on the way through. We would be going past Sue's stop on our way to London.
In a very dominant manner you tell me to, "just do as I say. And don't rush back."
You promise it will be worth my while. This weekend has all been planned for my pleasure!
I do as you command and, after showering, I take her to the train station. We get to Sue's and she is waiting at the door. She takes our daughter in and ushered me away saying "have a good time!" With a rye smile.
I get back on the train and text you with my eta. 2 minutes later you reply. The text simply says, "second present!"
I open the message and it is a photo of your freshly shaved wet pussy. totally bald.
I walk in 30 mins later and call out that I am home. You tell me to wait there and one minute later you appear at the top of the stairs.
Your hair done, your make-up perfect, your legs encased in black nylon with new black peep-toe court shoes, with an elegant high stiletto. They display your painted toes through the sheer nylon and tantalizing peep toe!
You are wearing a coat that hangs about 3" above your knee. It is already done up. There is no sight of your skirt below.
You seductively walk down the stairs maintaining eye contact the whole way down. I notice your make-up is slightly heavier than usual but very classy! Your lips are a bright red and look moist and shiny. Very kissable!
You provocatively lean forward and whisper in my ear "let's go stud!"
The overnight bag is already packed. You tell me not to worry, we have everything we will need.
We start walking to the station and you tell me you want to sit opposite me on the train and pretend we are total strangers for the entire journey. We must not talk to each other, but we can text. I agree to your request.
We get to the station, and soon after, the train arrives. You walk to the very last carriage and walk to the back. There is a bank of six seats, three forward, three rear facing. You sit in a window seat facing the back of the train. I sit directly opposite you.
There is no-one else in the carriage. I am hoping you will undo your coat to reveal your secrets beneath, but you sit there with your coat tightly fastened.
You sit there in silence with your knees tight together. I start to wonder if this is going to be quite as much fun as I hoped.
You stare out of the window, and then start playing with your phone. I cannot tell if you are texting or playing a game.
You casually cross your legs and as you do I get a brief flash of stocking top and bare thigh. Lovely.
It confirms my hopes, and I immediately find myself very uncomfortable, as my cock rises with appreciation in my trousers.
I try to adjust myself and I notice you glance at my crotch. You smile knowingly.
We pull in to leigh, and a hunky dark haired guy, in a smart dark suit, gets on the carriage. He is just the kind of guy you like.
Fit, but not overly muscular, rugged, yet has real style. He looks round and obviously catches sight of you.
Despite the carriage being empty, and having the choice of any seat he wants, he comes and sits in our bank of six. On the end seat, leaving a seat between him and I. But with a great view of you.
The train pulls out and you continue looking out of the window. Ignoring both me and your new admirer.
You play with your phone again. I'm sure you are texting, but not sure who. You cross your legs casually and allow your court Shoe to drop from your heel. It hangs tantalisingly from your pretty painted toes.
You appear to be oblivious to both of us. But I know you are definitely aware of your audience.
I notice that where you have crossed your legs, your coat has fallen away, exposing a good inch or so above your stocking tops. I am sitting opposite, and I can see your bare thigh, and I realise this total stranger will have an even better view from his vantage point two seats along.
As much as the thought of this stranger enjoying his view is turning me on, I feel compelled to tell you. I send you a text to warn you.
You quickly reply, "don't you enjoy knowing he is lusting after me? He is pretending to read that book on his lap but I'm watching his reflection in the window. He has not taken his eyes off me since he sat down. And I have to admit he is very nice!"
I reply, "of course I enjoy the thought of him being turned by you! Very horny! But I didn't want you feeling awkward!"
You simply reply, "Your 3rd present! Happy birthday!"
And at that, you stand up facing both of us, and make a big play of taking your coat off. For the first time, I get to see what you have been hiding under your coat. OMG!
You are wearing a short, tight black skirt and a sheer, flimsy white blouse. Very sophisticated, yet very sexy.
Opaque enough to cover your modesty, just. It seductively displays the shape of your pert breasts, and your nipples can clearly be seen pushing against the shear material.
