1. Keeping To A Schedule


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

    belted brightly-colored variation on a shirtwaist. However, her allegiance to nylons never, ever wavered. Each day she wore stockings with a garter belt or thigh-highs. Usually I would spot white or black underwear, or red, but occasionally she wore ridiculously bright panties in magenta, fuchsia, and acid yellow. I know all this about her undergarments because she invariably sat with her legs and knees just slightly apart. She never actually flashed me – that is, she never parted her legs as an overt gesture – but there always seemed to be some shifting in her seat to get comfortable what would leave a two- or three-inch space between her knees. And she always seemed to direct that gap toward me, very casually and apparently by chance. The first morning I masturbated in a bathroom after seeing her on the train I surprised myself with the urgency of it. Her stockings that morning had been a light coffee color – her entire outfit had been rather monochrome in shades of brown, and she wore gold jewelry that kept it from being drab – but her panties had been nearly invisible. I think she wore a thong of a very sheer nylon in a very light shade of brown, and for the first time I thought I could make out the labia majora of her cleanly shaven pussy. My erection had been quite strong that morning, and I had had to concentrate on Margaret Thatcher to tame it before getting off the train at 116th Street. (That always does the trick for me.) The erection came back immediately after I ...
    bought my usual cup of coffee. Just the color of the coffee reminded me of how she had looked and the result was the same as it had been on the subway. I got to my office at 9:52. I realized that my routine required me to be at my desk working by 10:00, but I also knew that I would not be able to work without relieving my lust. I allowed myself to change my routine. I went into the staff bathroom, where the toilet stalls were European-style closed cabinets, and entered one and locked it. I lowered my pants and sat down on the toilet. I looked down at my 6” erection, which was as huge as it ever gets, and saw it oozing pre-cum. I touched the tip of my cock and stretched a string of pre-cum six or eight inches up into the air and that was the extent of the foreplay I allowed myself. I instantly gripped my shaft at its bottom and stroked my penis very hard, but only six or eight times before I came, throwing a spear of cum at the toilet stall door. I spurted three, four, five times that morning – quite obviously I hadn’t had an orgasm for a while and I had a lot to get rid of. I cleaned myself up, wiped off the stall door, and left the bathroom after washing my hands. When I got back to my desk it was 10:02. After a long and rather difficult conversation with myself I decided that this was an acceptable change to my routine. From that day on, my schedule included a ten-minute window each morning – from 9:52 to 10:02 – to masturbate after seeing “my new friend” on the train ride ...
«1...345...89»