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The Tube, Exhibitionist, QuickieWhile vacationing in London, the mode of transportation in the city is the underground. The tube. At certain times of day you'd see the same people. We kept encountering the same group of young men. Mostly on the afternoon trains. While waiting we'd talk. They were fascinated by Texas, lots of flirting.
One afternoon, it was very crowded, they all stood around me, on the train. One leaned in close and said, "I want to fuck you, right here on the train." We were standing in front of the entry doors. His hand ran up the back of my leg, under my skirt, around my hip and slipped inside my thong panties. Touching me, feeling between my lips. There are four of them around us, my arm is between two of them holding the pole to steady myself.
He presses against my back. I can feel his hard on. I feel my skirt raise slightly, I tilt my hips backward. It's hot on the train, I'm very wet, he slides inside me. His hand still under my skirt, but now resting on my belly. Holding me close to him. The rythum of the train moves him in and out slightly. It's a small movement but very intense. He's big and deep inside me.
The train rattles to a stop. Doors open, people flood off and on, doors close. The train begins to move again. We enter a dark tunnel, he pumps me hard. While no one can see, then back in the light. Just the rythum of the train.
Another stop, doors open and close. I'm sooo hot and wet. I'm ready to cum. The train begins to move again. Through another dark tunnel, this one much longer. He fucks me hard, his fingers on my clit. I feel him close, we're both ready. My forehead is leaning on the shoulder of the young man in front of me.
I cum hard as he explodes inside me. Two breaths later we're in the light. Rounding a corner. He slips out of me, smoothing out my skirt. The train begins to slow, he leans in close to my ear and says " I like Texans", lightly kisses my neck.
The train stops, doors open, they all exit, boyish grins on each of their faces. Smiling, shyly I look up to seeing my husband standing four feet from me. He steps next to me and says "You OK? We got separated." Slips his arm around my waist and kisses my check.
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