1. On A Train


    Date: 6/22/2017, Categories: Cuckold, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    sit and watch her all night; watch her shy but increasingly animated demeanour, the way her knickers shift as her fingers move. Her eyes betray her some more. I get a sense that she too could just sit like this until she reaches a climax, but I also sense that she’s expecting something more; that she wants something more. If her husband senses it, he gives no indication, but his body is tense where he sits, watching his wife touch herself in the presence of a total stranger. The woman’s body heaves where the tight sweater clings to her breasts. Her lips part slightly as her hand moves, stretching the knicker fabric. I watch intently, coming to the conclusion that she very definitely has a finger inside herself. My cock strains. To touch or not to touch, that is the question. But I don’t, not just yet. Instead I stare at her just about parted lips, thinking how delightful it would be to have her on her knees in front of me. My cock twitches at the thought, and as if by some magical sympathy, the woman gives a little gasp as her body gives an involuntary shift. Her eyes lock on to mine as if asking, ‘Is this all you want?’ Then they close, her breathing audible even above the noise of the train, a slight wheezing as if she’s building up to something. I slide off my seat, ending up on my haunches in front of her. The woman’s eyes open, looking a little shocked as my hands land on her thighs. ‘What is it you want?’ she seems to be asking as she calms down. Her hand has stopped ...
    moving. I carefully take hold of her knickers, pulling them to one side, exposing her pussy. The woman’s cheeks redden some more. Her hand slides up to rest on her mound. She looks embarrassed, but she’s glistening where it counts. I gently take her hand and move it back down before resuming my seat. The woman gives me a shy look, appearing ashamed. But then she spreads her legs a little more as her eyes close. Her lips part, and she begins moving her hand again, a circular rubbing causing her labia to shift. Then a finger slides in between her pussy lips. She sits, just sliding the finger inside herself as she breathes heavily, her bosom rising and falling. I glance to the left, where her husband is staring in something approaching disbelief. Staring at his wife as she exposes herself to a total stranger; as she fingers herself for my pleasure. I doubt very much that she’s going to be able to cum like this, but for the moment it doesn’t matter. I could sit and watch her like this all night. The shy ones are always the best. It’s such a turn on when it becomes impossible for them to hide their true feelings behind their inscrutable veneer. The woman’s breathing comes with tiny squeaks as she works her finger. Even with her eyes closed she exudes a ravenous hunger for something like this; something kinky, forbidden, a bit risky. Her lips part a little more as she sits, doing something she never thought she’d dare to. Her eyes open. She looks at me, and only at me. It’s as if her ...
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