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Gavin`s Train Ride... (10 May 2011)

Fuck, thought Gavin, another long week over, just 50 minutes on the train and it's two whole days of freedom. Sleep in, stay up late, do whatever I like. Now if only this train trip wasn't so long.

Just thinking about taking a quick nap Gavin took a bored glance around the carriage, there was only a few people on the train at this time of night, just as Gavin began to close his eyes he noticed a woman a little across and down from him.

She had a business suit on but this was no dowdy geek suit that the girls in Gavin's technical department wore. No, this was a short almost mini skirt in pin stripe with a jacket that almost reached the hem of the skirt. The jacket parted to display a well-developed cleavage.

The woman had closed her eyes so Gavin's began to check her out entirely. Moving briefly to her face and noticing her pulled back red hair, the length undeterminable. Gavin imagined that it was long and silky.

Next as his mind began to fantasize his eyes followed the exposed neckline and back to the cleavage which he had noticed before. Since she was a little angled away from him he could see just inside her jacket. Enough to know she was not wearing a blouse and make out a lace edging of her bra as her breasts rose and fell slightly with her even breaths.

In Gavin's mind he was slipping his hands between the jacket and bra, cupping her breast, feeling first the lace and then the hardening nipple against his palm. 'Hmmm,' Gavin murmured, as he shifted his laptop to hide his growing lust.

He continued to watch her breasts as he imagined slowly undoing that jacket and feasting first his eyes on those tits followed by how yummy it would be to suckle her hard nipples through the cream coloured lace.

As Gavin watched the woman moved slightly crossing her legs and drawing his eyes back to her exposed legs. Gavin caught sight of her shoes and momentarily thanked God for womanís shoes, however, impractical these shoes were designed for show, long on heal and short of anything else, the heals had to be 4 inches coming to a serious point and only a few straps held it across the toe and up the ankle.

Gavin thoughts flashed to those shoes being one of the few items of clothing she would keep on when he took her. Gavin began following her ankle up to a well-defined calf covered in the sheerest of nylon. Up over her knee his eye travelled already imagining her smooth legs around his waist.

Again the woman moved in her seat slightly raising the hem of her skirt another inch. Shit, she's wearing stockings! Thought Gavin, as he looked at her golden thigh visible below her hem. His already hard cock tightened even more, for if there was one absolute thing Gavin loved it was womanís lingerie. Gavin had always loved the idea that no matter what a woman had on the outside that underneath was something so raunchily feminine. He believed fully naked sex came a poor second to fucking or eating her while she pulled her crotch aside, and her breasts spilled over the top of some lacy scrap.

Gavinís thoughts returned to the woman across from him who had relaxed in her seat. Gavin wondered if she was asleep. His eyes on her legs he saw them uncross and in her relaxed state, her thighs parted slightly. From this angle Gavin could see to the top of thigh but was unable to see her panties, his mind took over where his sight finished he imagined a tiny scrap of lace, of course they'd be darkened a little from her arousal. Gavin imagined he'd turned her on when he had sucked those glorious tits earlier.

Ohh yes, her cunt would have steamed. Gavin imagined slipping his hand between her thighs right there on the train feeling the hot wet lace, maybe forcing the material between her cunt lips as she moaned in ecstasy. Mmmmmmmmmm thought Gavin as his cock throbbed with the thought.

With the half formed pretext of straightening his laptop again, Gavin ran his palm over his cock groaning softly at the caress.

Realising his view was only slightly obscured; Gavin shifted into the empty seat one over and was rewarded with the delightful full view of her panties.

Was it a shadow or were they wet? From here Gavin could make out the shape of her mound and a few stray hairs that had worked through the lace. He imagined that she just kept a tiny triangle exclamation point to prove she was indeed a true redhead.

His thoughts moved on to kneeling down in front of her and running his tongue over her thighs left bare by her stockings and then along the edge of her panties before lapping at her through the lace. Smelling her juice, listening to her gasps as she spread her legs wider allowing him to work a finger under the lace.

Gavin imagined diving his hand under the lace and spearing two fingers up into her without hesitation, knowing she'd go wild at the pure lust of it. He imagined her whimpering as he played her. God she'd be close to coming between his mouth sucking at her clit through the lace and his fingers deep inside. He wanted her to be screaming for him to make her cum! Ohh fuck yeah have her begging for it right there on the train, her hands buried in his hair pulling him closer.

Gavin noticed they were the only ones left in the carriage, and she was asleep no one would know if he slid his zip down and took his cock out, He'd been streaming precum since almost the start, he knew it would be quick if he did and no one would know, yes he was going to he decided.

Seconds later Gavin was fisting himself, the desire to cum his only thought. Still looking at her pulled softly on his balls as his hand continued its tight motion.

Yes in his imagination she was there across from him watching him whilst she striped away the suit but everything else stayed; she'd push the bra aside and pull and twist her own nipples, moaning as her cunt pulsed.

Gavin's eyes closed, as he got closer to the edge, no longer quiet he was groaning and breath short. He imagined her walking across the aisle on those heals and bending over him and placing her lips on his tip, then swooping down to take him into her hot wet mouth, sucking strongly. That thought sent Gavin over the edge. He came hard, only just managing to catch the warm ejectlet.

Seconds later Gavin opened his eyes to look at the woman sleeping opposite him. Was it his imagination or was she smiling?

Fuck, thought Gavin, another long week over, just 50 minutes on the train and it's two whole days of freedom. Sleep in, stay up late, do whatever I like. Now if only this train trip wasn't so long.

Just thinking about taking a quick nap Gavin took a bored glance around the carriage, there was only a few people on the train at this time of night, just as Gavin began to close his eyes he noticed a woman a little across and down from him.

She had a business suit on but this was no dowdy geek suit that the girls in Gavin's technical department wore. No, this was a short almost mini skirt in pin stripe with a jacket that almost reached the hem of the skirt. The jacket parted to display a well-developed cleavage.

The woman had closed her eyes so Gavin's began to check her out entirely. Moving briefly to her face and noticing her pulled back red hair, the length undeterminable. Gavin imagined that it was long and silky.

Next as his mind began to fantasize his eyes followed the exposed neckline and back to the cleavage which he had noticed before. Since she was a little angled away from him he could see just inside her jacket. Enough to know she was not wearing a blouse and make out a lace edging of her bra as her breasts rose and fell slightly with her even breaths.

In Gavin's mind he was slipping his hands between the jacket and bra, cupping her breast, feeling first the lace and then the hardening nipple against his palm. 'Hmmm,' Gavin murmured, as he shifted his laptop to hide his growing lust.

He continued to watch her breasts as he imagined slowly undoing that jacket and feasting first his eyes on those tits followed by how yummy it would be to suckle her hard nipples through the cream coloured lace.

As Gavin watched the woman moved slightly crossing her legs and drawing his eyes back to her exposed legs. Gavin caught sight of her shoes and momentarily thanked God for womanís shoes, however, impractical these shoes were designed for show, long on heal and short of anything else, the heals had to be 4 inches coming to a serious point and only a few straps held it across the toe and up the ankle.

Gavin thoughts flashed to those shoes being one of the few items of clothing she would keep on when he took her. Gavin began following her ankle up to a well-defined calf covered in the sheerest of nylon. Up over her knee his eye travelled already imagining her smooth legs around his waist.

Again the woman moved in her seat slightly raising the hem of her skirt another inch. Shit, she's wearing stockings! Thought Gavin, as he looked at her golden thigh visible below her hem. His already hard cock tightened even more, for if there was one absolute thing Gavin loved it was womanís lingerie. Gavin had always loved the idea that no matter what a woman had on the outside that underneath was something so raunchily feminine. He believed fully naked sex came a poor second to fucking or eating her while she pulled her crotch aside, and her breasts spilled over the top of some lacy scrap.

Gavinís thoughts returned to the woman across from him who had relaxed in her seat. Gavin wondered if she was asleep. His eyes on her legs he saw them uncross and in her relaxed state, her thighs parted slightly. From this angle Gavin could see to the top of thigh but was unable to see her panties, his mind took over where his sight finished he imagined a tiny scrap of lace, of course they'd be darkened a little from her arousal. Gavin imagined he'd turned her on when he had sucked those glorious tits earlier.

Ohh yes, her cunt would have steamed. Gavin imagined slipping his hand between her thighs right there on the train feeling the hot wet lace, maybe forcing the material between her cunt lips as she moaned in ecstasy. Mmmmmmmmmm thought Gavin as his cock throbbed with the thought.

With the half formed pretext of straightening his laptop again, Gavin ran his palm over his cock groaning softly at the caress.

Realising his view was only slightly obscured; Gavin shifted into the empty seat one over and was rewarded with the delightful full view of her panties.

Was it a shadow or were they wet? From here Gavin could make out the shape of her mound and a few stray hairs that had worked through the lace. He imagined that she just kept a tiny triangle exclamation point to prove she was indeed a true redhead.

His thoughts moved on to kneeling down in front of her and running his tongue over her thighs left bare by her stockings and then along the edge of her panties before lapping at her through the lace. Smelling her juice, listening to her gasps as she spread her legs wider allowing him to work a finger under the lace.

Gavin imagined diving his hand under the lace and spearing two fingers up into her without hesitation, knowing she'd go wild at the pure lust of it. He imagined her whimpering as he played her. God she'd be close to coming between his mouth sucking at her clit through the lace and his fingers deep inside. He wanted her to be screaming for him to make her cum! Ohh fuck yeah have her begging for it right there on the train, her hands buried in his hair pulling him closer.

Gavin noticed they were the only ones left in the carriage, and she was asleep no one would know if he slid his zip down and took his cock out, He'd been streaming precum since almost the start, he knew it would be quick if he did and no one would know, yes he was going to he decided.

Seconds later Gavin was fisting himself, the desire to cum his only thought. Still looking at her pulled softly on his balls as his hand continued its tight motion.

Yes in his imagination she was there across from him watching him whilst she striped away the suit but everything else stayed; she'd push the bra aside and pull and twist her own nipples, moaning as her cunt pulsed.

Gavin's eyes closed, as he got closer to the edge, no longer quiet he was groaning and breath short. He imagined her walking across the aisle on those heals and bending over him and placing her lips on his tip, then swooping down to take him into her hot wet mouth, sucking strongly. That thought sent Gavin over the edge. He came hard, only just managing to catch the warm ejectlet.

Seconds later Gavin opened his eyes to look at the woman sleeping opposite him. Was it his imagination or was she smiling?

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