The Commute

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The CommuteErotica as always.From this seat, I had watched the scene develop every day for a couple of weeks now, and I couldn’t wait for today’s installment. Rush hour was upon us and I had managed to grab my usual spot, facing back towards the central doors and I was sat against the wall of the train to get a clear view through the protective plexi- glass.She stood in the doorway across from me. Strap hanging with her left hand whilst leaning slightly back against the door, nonchalantly glancing around at the slowly filling carriage. All the usual suspects were there, the spotty faced youths, the fat old businessmen, the old bag ladies, but none of them paid a second glance to this beautiful, mature lady just riding the train home. At a slim 5’8”, mid to late 30’s, she looked in great shape. Above a pair of black heels, which shaped her calf muscles, she wore a fitted skirt, not quite a pencil line but cut to accentuate the curve of her hips and highlight her flat tummy. She sported a silken, ivory colored blouse, which clung nicely around her ample breasts allowing you to just make out the lacy pattern of expensive underwear. Her face was serene, as if sculpted from bone china, and even at the end of the day her makeup accentuated her cheekbones and eyes, with a shortened blonde hairstyle to top off the power look. She looked simply stunning. A classic ‘lads mag’ MILF. As we reached the next station, the doors opened and she made no attempt to move as people pushed in past her and filled up the carriage, all moving down the aisle and spreading out into what little space they could find. We were now riding the proverbial sardine express. All of the carriage seating was full and it was standing room only, on a dark dreary exhausted ride home. I searched the platform for my prize, the final card in this trick, and then from the dark she was there. Our last protagonist, the young ingénue, dressed in her black three quarter cargo pants, flats and a plaid jacket, under which she wore a sheer, white cotton, button up blouse.The girl was a little taller and stood around 5’10” but the heels which the MILF wore put them at eye level together. She squeezed into the last space at the door and turned her back to the carriage, looking out onto the platform and facing the MILF, she half nodded a greeting before lowering her eyes deferentially as the train pulled away. The MILF stopped leaning on the door and stood up, moving herself away from the door and slightly towards the girl, who looked to be early twenties. In turn the girl shuffled slightly to meet her, in the space between them. I watched as They both glanced at each other, below hooded eyelids, and altered their positions subtly. “Oh My God” I thought. halkalı escort Tonight is the night. The train pulled from the station and began its longest run out of the city, out to the commuter belt, and I knew that the only door movement from now would be on the other side of the train. This first leg would be the longest out to the first villages and now things settled down, the pushing and pressing of people around to find their comfort zone ceased and people just blended.I watched through the gap as the girl took up a similar stance to the MILF, with her left hand raised to grip the strap she eased her body forward, her right hand gently opened her jacket slightly and the two women touched their right and left breast gently together as the dance started. I looked at the MILF’s face and she looked off into the carriage as if nothing had happened as the girl looked out of the window into the darkness that had settled outside, a gentle rougeing of her cheeks the only suggestion of her emotion. With the gentle rocking motion of the train, there was nothing to stop their breasts from rubbing together and I could only begin to imagine the tingling in the pit of their stomachs as they stood so close, and shared such an intimate moment in such a public area.Now as I sat, I saw the two of them gently rock together into a shared half embrace, both pressing half of their body against the other, with each of their pussy’s pressed against the others hips. The Girl was still stood with her back to the carriage, whilst directly behind her was a bear of a businessman, fully 24 stone or more a mountain of a man, who unwittingly shielded the dance from view from the carriage, leaving them free to carry on into act two. Even given this, it still surprised me to see the MILF’s right hand slide gently up the thigh of the girl, and onto her flat tummy. It paused there whilst eye contact was made, albeit through hooded lids, before the MILF slid her hand up to cup the girls beautiful, full, firm left breast. A small smile passed across the girls lips leading the MILF to her next action. Releasing her grip on those magnificent orbs, her hand slid gently back down the girls body and deftly unbuttoned two midriff buttons on her blouse. Her hand sliding inside and up to once again gently cup the girls left breast, lifting and massaging it whilst looking around at the other passengers, none of whom paid any attention to what was going on under their noses. I watched as the girl gasped a quick breath, and I think I may have heard a whimper, as the MILF pinched the girls nipple whilst turning her gaze to look directly into her eyes. The taksim escort moment froze for me as I really thought that they were going to kiss right there and then. My cock was bulging in my pants and I couldn’t believe that I was the only witness to such a public show. The MILF continued with her massage for a short while, and I could see that the girls’ breathing was becoming effected, and she was a little red faced. Next the MILF slid her hand back out of the blouse, much to the girls disappointment, before sliding it down around the curve of the girls pubic mound, the pressure of her fingers obvious as they whitened on the ends, and the girl raised up a little on tip toes whilst her head snapped to look into the MILF’s eyes, imploringly. The MILF simply looked away, knowing that she had the girl right where she wanted her, and she kept up the massaging of her pussy through the girls cargo pants. The girl dropped her head to the MILF’s shoulder making their first real emotional contact, and the MILF relented, releasing her pressure on the girls pussy. “Jeez” I thought, and I found myself pushing down on my cock with my book. I knew that i was going to be covered in pre-cum.After a few seconds the girl raised her head, now that her torture had abated, and again she checked out of the window, looking at the evening sky and checking the reflection, to see what was happening in the carriage behind her. She was snapped back to the present though with a jolt, and I saw her eyes widen as the MILF found the zip of her cargo pants with her right hand, and she slowly but deftly pulled the zip all the way down. Both ladies stopped and waited. The MILF looked sideways at the girl and waited for her to give a sign, still holding onto the zip, waiting. The girl raised her eye line slightly, a sideways glance, coupled with a slight nod of the head and opening her stance to allow the MILF to slip her hand in through the hole. She jumped slightly, like a static electric jolt, as the MILF’s fingers touched her panties, her breath again turning into rapid panting. She tried all that she could to disguise the shock and awe of what was happening, but even as she faced the window I could see her disheveled look and knew just how aroused she was. The MILF slid her hand right down inside the girls cargo pants and the girl flushed even more, her tight ass clenching involuntarily, and her hips pushing forward to get the full feeling of the MILF’s fingers through her panties.The train bounced steadily as the brakes were applied, and both girls had to adjust their stance a little whilst we slowed to a halt, but the MILF kept her hand in the girls cargo pants. There was a hubbub as people şişli escort moved first out, and then back into the train, and in the moment whilst everyone was looking out at the platform to leave, the two of them met in a glance, and their lips magnetically pulled together softly, gently, in a brief but erotic kiss, before resuming their business of commuting.With positions changed around, the train started off again and the MILF’s hand pulled up out of the fly, her fingers lifted up first, before her hand went flat on the girls tummy and slid back down inside and around into a wet haven. The girls eyes told the whole tale and I realised that the MILF had invaded her panties and her fingers were now pressed up against the girls sopping pussy. I could see by the movement of the MILF’s arm, as she swirled her fingers in the girls panties, all reflected in the glazed look of the girls eyes, that it was driving the girl mad with desire, and I was amazed that nobody could see or even smell the sex which was going on amongst them. The girls head started to nod now, with her facial expressions changing every second, with her breasts, rising and falling as she fought for air and to keep this flight of ecstasy from the rest of the carriage. The MILF was fingering the girl in full public view, and her fingers were alternately teasing her clit and sliding up and down inside of her, as they now stood so close together whilst they still maintained a mutual, non-touching, as the MILF rubbed away at the girls’ sex. Only their eyes displayed any signs of emotion, with hooded lids, then wide eyes alternately. The MILF obviously knew how to tease the girl and she held her at the edge of the precipice, before it all became too much and the girl was forced to look at the MILF imploringly, mouth open and flushed faced. They had carried on for the whole length of the journey, and as we approached journeys end they rolled together with the rhythm of the girls ecstasy matching the movement of the train. As we started up the slight incline which signalled our next station, and the girls’ destination, she wrapped her right arm around the MILF’s waist, to stop herself collapsing on the floor, and her orgasm finally took her, collapsing against the MILF for support. There they stood in an embrace without explanation, Nobody batted an eyelid. The MILF removed her hand and zipped up the girls cargo pants whilst the girl recovered from her orgasm, a gentle tear in the corner of her eye. The train slowed to it’s last but one destination and the girl gently kissed the MILF on the cheek cheerily saying “Thank you, I’ll see you on the train tomorrow then” and they parted like regular friends.Now that most of the commuters had left the train the MILF sniffed her fingers before licking them and moved across to sit next to me. “That was fucking incredible!” I whispered to my wife as she sat down and kissed me. “So incredible” she agreed “and I hope you enjoyed it. She was so wet and she tastes so sweet” and she put her finger to my mouth to taste..

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