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Shoes on the train: a love story… Oh sorry, notIt was her shoes that started it. I have a fetish with women’s feet and the shoes they wear. I tell people that I notice a woman’s shoulders and abs first, but that’s almost a lie. I look at a woman’s feet. Her shoes will tell you about her. The type of shoe, the age of the shoe and the style of the shoe are all important. It’s also important what time of day she’s wearing them too. Used to be that a woman wore heels because that was her only choice. Now with all the different styles out there, if a woman wears heels now, it is because she wants attention.I stepped onto the 9:47 to see there were only a handful of people. The morning crowd is already at work and the lunch crowd isn’t on the train yet. Most people on the mid morning trains are odd balls, like me. I am my own business so I work when I want. I was headed over the river into The City to play sax with my friend Andre. The train pulled to a stop at the last station before the bridge. The two other people in my car got off, leaving me alone in the entire car. I heard her before I saw her. Ca-lip, ca-lip, ca-lip… The sound of stilettos on concrete… Shoes have a sexual draw for me… and stilettos sound differently than just ‘pumps’ or ‘heels.’ Women know. Other guys… don’t. Ca-lip. Ca-lip… she walked with authority. She walked into the car intently istanbul escort texting. Christian Louboutin Aketata. Black patent leather with an ankle strap and a peep toe. Classic. Her toes were wrapped in sheer black stockings. The tiny hint of red nail polish… “Hey…” she said to me. Oh shit… she’s looking right at me. “Can you play that thing?” She pointed at my sax. I smile. “Yeah.” I wait a beat. “I like your shoes.””Yeah?” she lifted her foot, looking at her shoe… I could see the scared, but not too old red bottoms. Side note here. So the shoe thing is a hard one to overcome. If a girl will show you how worn her red bottoms are, you can fuck her. Here I was on a train with a girl in a short skirt lifting her foot to show me the bottom of her slutty heel. She was not wearing panties. They were thigh highs. She had blue hair. I called her Noelle. We decided we were going to that dirty hotel and get high and fuck. She walked in those shoes like they were just another pair of fucking Nikes. I wanted to rub my cock on them. The room was $49. Imagine how bad a $49 hotel room is. I like fucking in cheap hotels. They all smell like sex to me. We went into the room and In seconds she was on the bed and I was licking her pussy. Her skirt around her waist, her heels dug into the matriss… her avcılar escort pussy is wet when I kiss it. Her clit is swollen and turning red. I lick her clit and rub my tongue across her lips, they are also swelling and wet. I take my pants off and climb onto the bed btween her legs, licking her sweet wetness. She tastes like sex. I rub my cock into her hot, swollen pussy and push inside… she feels so good. I like how wet she is. We’re slow for a moment but pretty quickly we were fucking. When I cum the first time, I almost immediately have an overwhelming need to cum again. Getting off, turns me on. Cum turns me on. I like fucking girls with other guys because I like fucking girls with other guy’s cum as lube. She likes that. I told her and she said “Let’s get another guy in here, I want another guy in here fucking. Who can we get? How about that cute guy I was flirting with down when we checked in? If I bring him in here, you want to see him cum in me?” She said this to me. I told her “Yeah, you bring him up here and we will all get stoned and I will fuck you using his cum for lube.” Her eyes suddenly got large. She stood up and looked at him. “For real… I go get him and I can fuck him here with you.?” she was breathing hard. She bumped a line… “I want to see you make him cum in your pussy. I want to taste it.” She ca-lip şirinevler escort ca-lipped to the door, threw it open and walked out. There was cum on the bed from when she slid off the bed. I tasted it. Ca-lip ca-lip “This is the guy…” she said as she walked in followed by a large guy in a sleeveless shirt. He had tattoos and was smiling. “Hey. We all gonna get high?” he smiled. I smiled back. “Yeah. Yeah we are.” She was back on the bed. He was there with her. We got high. He was Derrick. He lifted weights. She was on the bed between us. We began touching her together. I could smell her sweet wetness. Quickly he became aroused and took off his pants. His cock was huge and erect. He was on top of her and now his cock was in her. He was fucking her intensely. I could hear how wet she was. Her coos and ahs, turned into grunts. She gripped my cock hard as he fucked her. She was on her back, legs straddling him with hands on her waist as he thrust into her. It didn’t take long before his body tensed and with a final thrust he grunted out “cumming…” He thrust over and over into her, convulsing passionately as he squirted into her. He was sweaty and smiling when he pulled his cock out. I could smell cum. He moved to the side and exposed her red, swollen pussy, with his cum running out and down her ass. I pressed my cock into the hot, wet goo and pushed a big glob of hot cum into her. She gave me a wonderful “Ooooo…” Pushing my cock into a woman’s pussy just after another man has cum in it is as lustful as life will allow. 90 minutes ago we were on a train. Now we were fucking a stranger in a cheap hotel. It was a good day. I did not get her number. It was all because of her shoes.

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