1. Keeping To A Schedule


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

    stilletos, which surprised me a bit. I had been developing a mental picture of her that didn’t include sexy footwear, even as it did include a fantasy of very sexy lingerie. The flash of the garter grip against her thigh had set my mind on that path, and like most men I happily trotted along it, picturing lace bras and camisoles and lacy boy shorts and thongs and so forth and so forth. Inevitably, my penis roused itself and began to stiffen with the idea. With the higher heel, her knees were also higher as she sat in her seat, of course. When she sat down, she simply put her feet and knees together as she unfolded and refolded her Times. When she began to read it, her knees drifted just the slightest bit apart and stayed there. Then, as the train bounced and jostled us in the endless parade of local stops on the way to 116th Street, her knees drifted apart a bit further and stayed there . I couldn’t quite see up her skirt, as the man standing in the aisle between us blocked my view, but I knew for certain that I was seeing her right knee and her inner right thigh. The train slowed suddenly and the man shifted his feet to keep his balance, which put her upper thighs completely in my sight. Her face was behind the Times, naturally, but I could see her thighs up to where the stockings ended. In fact, I could see a small patch of bright red! Aha! She was wearing panties – or a thong, or boy shorts, or something – that were deliberately clashing with her outfit! As I watched ...
    her, she moved her left foot a half-inch to her left and the small patch got a bit bigger, as did my erection. I continued to pretend to read, but I was fixated on her lovely white thighs and the tantalizing red beacon that identified where her pussy was being sheltered. The standing man was pushed a bit to his left by a boarding passenger, which caused my view to disappear. With the red flash out of sight, my erection subsided to a mere thickening of the flesh, which was fortunate because I could then stand up without having to adjust myself. For some reason the crowd was thicker this morning, and when I got off at 116 I had to push through to reach the door, so I caught only a glimpse of the top of my new friend’s head. That’s what I thought to myself at the time: “my new friend.” As I started walking up the stairway to Broadway, I asked myself the startled question: “ ‘New friend?’ When did that happen?” By 9:47 I had purchased a cup of coffee and by 10:00 I was writing a problem set for my seniors, and she was gone from my mind. Her routine seemed to be exactly as rigid as mine. I grew accustomed to seeing her opposite me on the subway every morning, each of us in “our” seat. She was a very sophisticated dresser, as I learned over the next few weeks. She wore the occasional dress, but that choice didn’t seem to be related to any possible after-work activity; one would be essentially a Little Black Dress that she obviously planned to wear to an event, and another would be a ...
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