train station exposure in black nylons
I travel on the train into Manchester every day, and as most commuters know, we are creatures of habit and usually get on the same carriage and see the same faces each morning and evening.
Well, over the last few weeks, a new face has appeared in my normal carriage, a very pretty face with a gorgeous body attached. After a few mornings of no interaction at all, eye contact was made and over a few days things developed from a smile, to a “Good Morning” and eventually full blown chatting and an exchange of mobile numbers.
One mornig, I found out that Sarah had recently split from her boyfriend - being only 23, I told her she would find it easy to get someone else because of her looks and figure. She told me she was shy and found it hard talking to people. At 40, I thought I had no chance, but she told me she felt comfortable talkig to me and ‘liked’ me - I wasnt sure what she meant bythis, but being aman, I thought I would test it out.
One nigt, I text her asking how she was etc and whether she was busy - the reply came back straight away saying she was alone and bored - to cut a long story short, we exchanged loads of texts, with them becoming ery risky and explicit towards the end of the eveing. As a parting text, she said she couldnt wait for the train journey the following morning.
At the station, I waited until I saw her walking alog the platform, nothing unusual about her - her normal smile and classy look. She said hello a bit sheepishly, but talked as normal.
When we got on the train, which is always busy at 7.30, she was standing close to me and I could feel the back of her hand rubbing against my crotch. I wasnt sure at first whether this was deliberate or whether it was because of how busy it was. That was until she said “Do you like that?”
I was gobsmacked and my smile gave my thoughts away. Knowing this, she turned her hand around and started to to rub it properly, feeling it grow for her with every rub. Shel leaned into me and whispered “I have something for you”, “what is it?” I asked.
She asked me to giver her my hand and and facing me, she guided my hand down to the front of her skirt, to the hem line. “Stroke my leg” she said, which I duly obliged. “higher” was her next comment. Being aware of other people around us, I made sure nobody could see and moved my hand up. As it got higher, I could feel the heat on my hand until eventually, I felt her pantyhose encased pussy!! “Oh fuck” I said, I had a young, shaven pussy on the end of my finger and my cock grew to the max. I pulled her towards me with my other hand to hide my excitement.