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On A Train
Date: 6/22/2017, Categories: Cuckold, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories
revealed above her stocking-tops. Still the woman stares out of the window, but I know she can see me staring as I lick my lips. I grope her with my eyes, enjoying the way she hurriedly avoids my eyes as she turns to look at the man next to me. When he gives another nod, the woman turns back to the window. The same agonizing slowness repeats as she uncrosses her legs, once again using fingers with red nails to arrange her skirt, making sure that both stocking-tops are visible with tiny slithers of naked flesh above them, but keeping her legs tightly pushed together. Now she looks directly at me, with eyes full of question marks. I nod, keeping my eyes glued to those little slithers of flesh. I adore the doubt, the nervousness in her eyes, but more than that I enjoy the long, slow, painful unfolding of events. I enjoy holding myself back, groping her with my eyes when every fibre of my body wants to grope her with my hands; contenting myself with looking when I’m aching to do more. The woman sits like that a little longer, her cheeks hot and flushed, her eyes nervous but fixed on me. Then slowly, slowly her legs part. Slowly, slowly I see more of her milky white thighs. Slowly, slowly she opens up, putting more of herself on show. I slide my eyes along those milky white thighs, searching, scanning, and then finally, as the woman’s legs part in tiny increments, I catch sight of the dark at the top of her legs, the fabric guarding her private entrance – intriguingly just as the ...