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Life on the tube
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Life on the tube London's underground can be such a soul destroying place, though there are times that it can become very interesting! Travelling on the northern line last week a well dressed lady caught my eye as she stepped onto the train. She had a good figure clothed in a nice fitted leather jacket, tight blue jeans and a pair of brown, high-heeled knee boots. It was hard not to look at such a picture, but she caught me looking and I quickly looked down. When we got to the next station people piled on and I found that the well dressed lady was now standing just in front of me, with her denim-encased bottom tantalisingly just in front of me. It was so tempting to reach out and stroke it, but I restrained myself, only to find her pushing against me as the train jolted. I thought she might pull away as she regained her balance, but to my delight she pushed herself against me, pressing her bottom against my crotch as I smelled her<b> perfume </font></b>on her flawless neck. She moved her bottom, grinding it against my now swelling cock, clearly pleased with the effect she was having on me. The train pulled into the station which was clearly her stop and she put her hand behind her to steady herself as it slowed, right on my crotch, rubbing me as she turned slightly and whispered 'thanks honey, look forward to doing it again', before she winked and stepped off the train. That journey was one to remember and I just wish it was more like that on the underground! |
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