1. Keeping To A Schedule


    Date: 10/30/2017, Categories: Voyeur, Author: Porgy87, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    flash of naked flesh as she settled down. I’m afraid I stared a little bit. My penis let me know that it was aware of her thighs by stirring slightly. She opened her New York Times and began to read it. I opened a book to review celestial mechanics – how to navigate in low earth orbit. The train filled up, of course, and the sight line between us was instantly filled by standing riders (“standees”, in local parlance). I looked up and saw one of her knees from time to time, and that day I could just see the edge and corner of the very thin black leather folder that she carried as an elegant substitute for an attache case. I reached my stop and got off. I didn’t think of her again. The next morning I was in my seat early, at 8:57, waiting for the 9:04 departure time, when the same woman got on and sat in the same seat as the day before, just opposite me. It was a considerably warmer morning, so she wore an off-white skirt just above her knees, with a peach silk collarless blouse and a quirky gold necklace with small, mismatched charms or knots every inch or so. She carried a tan cardigan, as I now recall, in the same hand that held her leather folder and her newspaper. Where the day before she had exuded professionalism and seriousness, today she seemed to be much younger and girlish. Her lipstick was a very pale coral that didn’t match the blouse, which I found endearing. I noticed that she was wearing two different gold earrings, one a small cluster of tiny cubes, and the ...
    other a tiny woven bird’s nest, as best I could tell. Her stockings were nude, and her shoes were light brown lace-up booties with a two-inch heel. For the first time, I noticed that she was taller than average, perhaps 5’8” or 5’9” in her heels. In comparison to the day before, she looked rather like her own daughter! And again, as she sat down, her knees parted company for just a second and I could see the welts of her stockings. There was just a tiny glint of a metal garter grip, and I realized she was wearing a garter belt. “Lovely,” I thought to myself, “just lovely!” I had the beginning of an erection, but it subsided quickly as the car filled up and she crossed her ankles to move her feet out of the standees’ way. She disappeared from view for a few stops, but then a little opening appeared in the crowd between us. I looked up from my own reading just as she uncrossed and recrossed her ankles, and once again I had a brief glimpse of her inner thigh as she shifted in her seat. Once again a mini-erection came and went. On the fifth morning of this first week, the Friday, I was in my seat at 8:58, pretty much on my OCD sufferer’s schedule. Sure enough, the lovely blue-eyed blonde woman walked into the car and again sat directly across from me. She was wearing a slate blue lapel-less suit with a pale blue blouse that made the blue of her eyes dazzle any viewer. Her stockings were dark blue; her shoes were 4” high navy blue pumps with very narrow heels that were not quite ...
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