The Train Ride
Robert sat silently in the cold, hard plastic seats of the subway. He never liked his commute to work, herded in amongst the other cattle of the business world. Bodies would shuffle in and out of the cars, brushing by his legs. The frigid weather from the streets above would flood the car each time the doors open, jolting him back to the cold reality of his life, reminding him of the loneliness he felt each morning.
As he sat there, his jeans riding up his legs at each shift in the passengers, he could feel the crush of the fabric against his scrotum. The more he moved, the more he felt the pain, silently wincing, afraid someone would notice the bulge getting larger as his package bunched up tighter and tighter.
He shifted one more time, casually brushing his long blonde hair away from his face when he noticed her. A small woman, no more than five and a half foot tall. Her green eyes peered at him from behind the long bangs of shimmering auburn. As she shifted her gaze quickly to avoid making contact with his own, she spun slowly around. Robert could sense a lithe figure beneath the lambs wool overcoat she wore. Her dainty feet and chiseled legs snugly wrapped by black leather knee high boots, with just a small heel.
Robert quickly forgot the cold as he imagined the rest of her form underneath the jacket she wore. His body began to warm imagining her smooth thighs, tightly wrapped in black hose. He could almost feel his hands sliding slowly along the silky lengths of her legs, under a short plaid skirt, softly cupping her round firm cheeks, slipping a finger underneath barely there panties.
The bulge in his groin began to press harder against the zipper of his jeans, imploring him for release. Robert ignored the sensation, focusing his eyes on this fresh morning vision. He could see her tight, tanned stomach covered by a velvety blouse. As his eyes rose, the blouse would become tighter and stretch the fabric, the buttons straining to hold back two glorious mounds of breast. My God, those tits are exquisite, he thought to himself. His tongue quickly darted out from between his lips, wetting them ever so slightly. He could almost taste the sweetness of her nipples as they grew ever harder between his lips.
Ah, those lips, he mused. As she turned around again he saw her ruby red lips, full and pouty.
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As he sat there, his jeans riding up his legs at each shift in the passengers, he could feel the crush of the fabric against his scrotum. The more he moved, the more he felt the pain, silently wincing, afraid someone would notice the bulge getting larger as his package bunched up tighter and tighter.
He shifted one more time, casually brushing his long blonde hair away from his face when he noticed her. A small woman, no more than five and a half foot tall. Her green eyes peered at him from behind the long bangs of shimmering auburn. As she shifted her gaze quickly to avoid making contact with his own, she spun slowly around. Robert could sense a lithe figure beneath the lambs wool overcoat she wore. Her dainty feet and chiseled legs snugly wrapped by black leather knee high boots, with just a small heel.
Robert quickly forgot the cold as he imagined the rest of her form underneath the jacket she wore. His body began to warm imagining her smooth thighs, tightly wrapped in black hose. He could almost feel his hands sliding slowly along the silky lengths of her legs, under a short plaid skirt, softly cupping her round firm cheeks, slipping a finger underneath barely there panties.
The bulge in his groin began to press harder against the zipper of his jeans, imploring him for release. Robert ignored the sensation, focusing his eyes on this fresh morning vision. He could see her tight, tanned stomach covered by a velvety blouse. As his eyes rose, the blouse would become tighter and stretch the fabric, the buttons straining to hold back two glorious mounds of breast. My God, those tits are exquisite, he thought to himself. His tongue quickly darted out from between his lips, wetting them ever so slightly. He could almost taste the sweetness of her nipples as they grew ever harder between his lips.
Ah, those lips, he mused. As she turned around again he saw her ruby red lips, full and pouty.
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