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Without moving at all, we were fucking each other. Her cunt was rhythmically squeezing my cock. The vibration of the train was buzzing up through the base of my shaft into her, and every bump drove me a little deeper. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning so I didn’t draw the attention of the other passengers. We were fully clothed and she was sitting on my lap, facing away from me, pretending to look at her phone. Her skirt was spread over my legs, which kept us from being too obvious, but I was still nervous. Every seat on the express train was full. The aisles were packed elbow-to-elbow with a mix of fans heading to the game and commuters heading home after work. We were in the single seat at the back of the train car — the one mounted sideways between the last row of seats and the rear wall. Everyone standing in front of us was either talking or looking at their phones. No one seemed to notice what we were doing. I had definitely noticed when she got on the train, though. I always did. She rode the same train home as me, and I watched for her. She liked to wear short skirts and heels, istanbul travesti and her strut was so exaggerated it was almost comical. I expected kettle drums to start playing like in cartoons. boom-ba-boom-ba-boom. She had been standing in the aisle near me when the mob of sports fans got on the train. The crush of bodies pushed her back until she was standing directly in front of me. She was wearing a flared knee length black skirt and a thin pink tank top. The red straps peeking out hinted at the lace bra she wore under it. I was looking at her ass, wondering what kind of underwear she had on, when someone shoved their way into the train at the last second. That caused a ripple effect in the crowd that ended with her being jostled back, and falling onto my lap. Before she could stand up, the crowd filled the space she had been standing in, and the train started moving. She looked at me and shrugged, and I shrugged back, trying to act casual. She put her bag on her lap and continued looking at her phone. It was clear she had just come from her office. I could see a blazer folded istanbul travestileri on the top of her bag. A few strands of carefully pinned hair had slipped loose around her ears. I tried to ignore that, to not think about the hot girl sitting on my lap. Although the pressure of her ass against my crotch, combined with the vibration of the train made it difficult. I felt my cock stiffening. I kept my hands pressed to my sides, deliberately not touching her. I caught myself staring at the nape of her neck, imagining kissing it, and quickly looked away. I watched the scenery passing by and tried to think innocent thoughts, but it was useless. Every bump, every jostle, every movement of the train made me more aware of her. I tried not to move and hoped that my growing erection pressing into her rear wasn’t too obvious. Suddenly, without saying a word, she shifted her weight and pulled the back of her skirt out from under her with one hand. I looked around, shocked, but she wasn’t making eye contact. No one else was either. Due to our position on the train the only people who travesti istanbul could have seen anything were standing right next to us. They were all either facing away from us or staring at their phones. No one had seen what she did, and if they looked now, they probably wouldn’t notice her skirt bunched up a bit in the back. Then she shifted in my lap again. She moved her hips in a circle, grinding against my cock, now nestled between her cheeks. I could’t believe this was happening. Certainly I had fantasized about her, but I never imagined anything would actually happen. Taking this as my signal, I checked again to make sure no one was looking, then reached between us to undo my pants. She lifted herself just enough let my hand in. I unbuttoned my pants and opened them enough to free my now painfully erect cock. I used my thumb to press it forward against her ass. She sat back down, moving so my cock ended up jutting between her thighs. The sensation was unexpectedly intense. Only the thin fabric of her panties separated us now. I could feel the heat of her pussy through it, and the lace texture teased me mercilessly. She squeezed her legs together to increase the pressure, causing my cock to throb in anticipation. For several minutes, we sat like that. My cock nestled between her thighs, rubbing against her panties with every bump of the train.

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