1. Keeping To A Schedule


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

    one question I do have is this: How did you choose me to expose yourself to?” “I have been looking for someone else who must adhere to a schedule and a routine. I’ve been isolated and lonely because of my own needs for structure in my life. When I encountered you in the first week of your commute, I wasn’t sure that you were like me in that way, but I had hopes. I tested your willingness to be discreet, and you passed that test. I chose you because you understand the need for rules in the same way I do. We can help each other in ways that people who don’t understand that need can’t. If you keep your side of this bargain, I will keep my side of the bargain. If I choose to change the terms of our agreement, I will tell you. You may not change anything unless I permit you to. Does that satisfy you for now?” “Yes.” “Very good. I will be on the 9:04 #1 train tomorrow morning. I know you will be there. Do not forget to masturbate tonight at 9:15. Are you satisfied?” “Yes.” “Good. I am also. Good bye.” And then she hung up. I sat in my office with a raging erection, but my schedule didn’t allow me to masturbate at that time of day. I went through my work day as usual, went home at the usual time, and had dinner at the usual time. That evening at 9:10 I undressed and lay down on my bed, watching my alarm clock. I grew an erection instantly thinking about what would happen next, but I didn’t touch myself until 9:15:00 exactly. At that time I began to stroke myself, and I’m sorry to ...
    say I was so excited that I blasted a quart of cum onto my own chest within thirty seconds. I might have tried to keep going, but she hadn’t given me permission to do that, so I couldn’t. Rules are rules. The next morning at 8:59 I sat in my usual seat. At 9:01 Marilyn Josephson sat across from me, wearing a black suit consisting of a knee-length skirt and a short jacket; it appeared to be made of silk. Her blouse was a deep cream color, and it was certainly silk. It was a fine enough fabric that I could easily make out that her bra was unpadded and lacy, though it was opaque, so I couldn’t see anything but its outline. She wore black patent stiletto heels, easily 4” in height, with off-black stockings that for the first time had seams up the back, as I saw when she crossed in front of me to sit down. She wore a chunky gold necklace, but small gold studs in her ears. As usual, she was beautiful and sexy in her elegant and sophisticated manner. She sat comfortably in her seat. Her knees parted just a bit and I could see that this day she wore white lingerie. Her garters were white, which stood out against the black stocking welts. The tiny triangle of white that covered her pussy was also white. It was perfect. She did not look at me or acknowledge my existence. I accepted this and enjoyed my ride to 116th Street. I masturbated on schedule at 9:52. That night, I masturbated again, on schedule at 9:15. I am again very comfortable in my routine, knowing what the structure of my ...
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