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Miss Voluptuous - Part 1  

ronnieblack416 41M
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6/29/2020 9:15 pm
Miss Voluptuous - Part 1


The train was filling up. I should have known I wouldn't have the table to myself for ever.

"Okay if I sit here?"

"Sure."

She was about thirty years old, with tousled dark hair, broad shoulders, big firm breasts, and a wide sensual mouth. I couldn't help sneaking glances at her while pretending to read my book. The sun was streaming in through the window, bathing her in a warm, sexy glow. She was wearing a white blouse, undone just enough to show her deep, tempting cleavage. Her eyes were half shut, her mouth half smiling, looking out at the dingy buildings and scrubby embankments as they flashed by.

I'd been lying in bed that morning, trying to decide what to do on my day off, when suddenly I'd felt that familiar hot fever hit me. My cock needed a treat. I needed to watch big titted sluts sucking huge cocks and getting thick wads of sperm shot over them. I needed to watch hot voluptuous girls getting fucked hard and fierce. Frankly I needed to fuck a horny slut, but today I'd just be happy going to a porn cinema and jerking off in the dark.

So I was in a dangerous mood to be sitting opposite a gorgeous brunette who... I was now convinced... wasn't even wearing a bra under that thin white blouse. The heavy weight of her breasts pressed against the fabric. I could feel my breathing getting painful as I tried to keep calm. My hand even started to tremble a little. I had to put the book down and stare out of the window, try to calm myself.

But her reflection was in the window too, her flesh warm and suckable in the light. I could feel my loins respond. I swallowed. Then I realised with a shock that she was looking at me too, in the reflection of the window. She was smiling to herself.

I looked right into her eyes in the window reflection and I smiled back. For one long moment we held that look, while I dreamed of pushing her up against a wall and ramming myself into her while she gasped and swore at me. I would suck her thick pale nipples, pulling her skirt up and mauling her arse cheeks, ramming her pussy with my throbbing cock again and again until I filled her with my thick cum....

Now she was leaning forward... her necklace dangling a small gold cross between her firm boobs... and whispering with a smile: "You okay?"

I nodded, and she leaned back again, moving her legs a little under the table. The next moment is felt a touch on my leg. She had taken off a shoe and touching my ankle with her bare toe. She watched me with a sexy smile on her face and her eyes half closed as her foot moved slowly on my leg, rubbing my calf. I tried to seem cool and collected, but I had to shift in my seat as my cock hardened in my pants.

She toyed with her necklace for a moment, touching between her breasts as if by chance. I thought suddenly: Fuck it, and I leaned forward towards her. She leaned forward too and I whispered: "Do you know how hard I want to fuck you right now?"

She whispered back: "Do you know how wet my cunt is right now?"

I stood up. "Okay, come on."

If anyone wanted they could have seen the ridge of my huge erection as we hurried together down the corridor towards the toilets. If anyone gave a fuck about us I didn't notice. They all seemed to be listening to their iPods and reading magazines and talking on their mobiles.

I followed her in and shut the door. She was rubbing her cunt through her pants as I turned. I gave my cock a squeeze and pushed her against the thin toilet wall, kissing her fiercely. My tongue met hers, hard and wet. My hands grabbed her tight buttocks, massaged them. Her hands were under my shirt, digging into my back. I was kissing her neck, fumbling with her blouse, undoing the buttons, almost tearing them apart, sucking and biting her fucking gorgeous tits, their soft firm flesh heaving under my mouth. Her nipples were large and pale, hardening as I caught one between my teeth.

She was grinding her crotch against my leg, now against my cock. She gasped, groping my cock, fumbling with my belt. I was pressed against the door now, she was pushing against me, almost pushing me to the floor. The train was rattling over points, swaying, and we swayed with it, almost fell. She was over me, her tits in my face, and I laughed and sucked them in turn, buried my face between them and licked the sweat from her cleavage.

She was pulling at my pants, desperate for my cock. It sprang out, almost hitting her, the tip glistening with sticky precum. She licked the tip, a strand of precum trailing from my cock to her tongue as she lapped it and looked up at me. "Fuck," I whispered fiercely.

Her blouse was gaping open, her breasts hanging free. The train lurched again, and I was on top of her now, my cock between her tits. I reached down, bunched them round my throbbing erection, which was harder and bigger than I ever remember, almost bursting with lust for this fucking gorgeous woman, and my hips jerked and I started fucking her tits wildly. Her hand was thrust down her pants, pounding her wet cunt, her mouth open and gasping as we ground each other. Her tits were slick with precum and saliva now, there was even a<b> damp </font></b>patch on her jeans. She licked at my cock tip as it rammed her chest.

I stopped for a moment, scrambled on the floor so I was flat against her, my mouth clamped to hers, my cock pressing between her legs. "Mmmmmmm."

The train swayed slower. There was a voice on the public address system. "We are now approaching Manchester Victoria. Manchester Victoria is our last station stop." We lay there without moving, looking into each other's eyes. "Fuck," I whispered. "We've just started."

She stared back, that sexy smile on her face. "Yeah," she said. "Can your cock wait?"

I smiled. "How long?"

"We've got all day," she said. "Unless you got to go somewhere."

"You must be fucking kidding."

We quickly straightened ourselves up a bit. I pulled up my pants, and fastened my belt. She buttoned up her blouse, leaving it just open enough to keep my cock hard for her. If you were the kind of guy who stares at women's crotches, you might have noticed the<b> damp </font></b>patch on her jeans.

When we left the toilet, the train had come into the station, and there was a crowd of guys waiting to get off. We did get some strange looks then, but I didn't care....

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