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The Train StationShe was wearing a pin stripe business suit, oval glasses and her hair in a bun. Long high heels that made the line of her leg stand out. Her heels clicked against the floor of the train station as she checked her watch. Our eyes locked for a split second. She was a stunning woman; almost 6 feet tall. Out of my league, as they say. I grabbed my newspaper, sighed to myself as I pretended to chat on my cellphone. I was boarding a 2 hour train ride on business to New York City in about an hour. My mind should of been on data as I opened up my laptop in the station.A wisp of musky perfume floated nearby as she sat down next to me on the bench. I was trying my best to ignore her as she pulled off her glasses. Trying my best to ignore her as she uncrossed and re-crossed çorum escort her legs. I caught a glimpse of her body. The shape of her breasts held back by the business suit. She could of been a super model or Volleyball player. Just hot.She ran her hands slowly over the top of her breasts by accident. Doing that adjustment thing that women do–I looked down at her breasts and looked away. She then pulled a suitcase in front of her legs. It blocked my view and made it really hard for anyone in the station to see her body.I went back to the laptop and working. This time, I made a real cellphone call. I blocked her out of mind. And yet…the smell of her perfume was really getting to me. It was a really powerful scent.I looked over at her. Our eyes locked again and she slowly moved escort çorum one of the suitcases out of the way so that I could see her legs. I closed my laptop and moved closer to her on the bench. She looked deep into my eyes and moved her hand onto her thigh. She closed her eyes and moaned softly and looked at me. She pulled her hand lower almost touching her pussy outside of her pants suit and rubbed a quick circle motion in her crotch. I pulled my hand off of my laptop and put it on her thigh. She said nothing.I closed my laptop and looked deep into her eyes. She wanted this to be a game. She wanted to get off in the station and tease me. A huge crowd of people, a stranger, and then she quickly put her hand right down her pants and made that motion–the circle motion.She looked çorum escort bayan right at me as she fingered herself. The suitcases blocked the view to everyone but me…She moaned. She pulled out her wet fingers–showed them to me, and then went back into her pants. I pulled my hand out…and she shook her head “yes” and I started to finger her in the train station. Her pussy was soaking wet underneath–and I hooked my fingers fast looking for her g-spot.The sounds of the station and people walking by and loud speaker drowned out her load moans as men in business suits walked by–having no idea she was getting off in public. I rubbed her and looked deep into her eyes. She leaned back and arched her back–I could feel a surge of something as her pussy twitched in my hand. A flow of wetness shot out as I rubbed her deeper and deeper. She then pushed the suitcase back, and smiled to me. My hand was soaking wet. She got up and I heard her heels click against the floor of the station never to be seen again.

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