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A Box For Lydia

... he was holding. Lydia would return his smile and then look away. The bus stopped. Its silver door hissed open and Lydia boarded. As she began to walk down the aisle of the bus she could see that he was there. He was sat in his usual seat and was studying his papers. He lifted his eyes momentarily to meet hers as she walked towards him, offering her the faintest hint of a smile before lowering his gaze once more. As Lydia drew level to his seat, instead of sitting down on the seat across from him, she lowered herself into the seat right next to him, closing all the space between them. He looked up and into her eyes. He smiled again. It was another nervous smile. It felt to Lydia as though he wanted to say something but could not find the words. The bus by now had set off. In those moments Lydia felt like all of space and time had closed around her. There were no gaps into which she could fall. She felt warm and comforted for a reason that she didn’t want to try to understand. The motions of the bus, which lightly vibrated the seat Lydia was sat on, began to provoke a response between her legs. Something was rising within her and filling space. She reached over slowly and gently took hold of the papers the man by her side was holding. For whatever reason, he released them easily. With her other hand she opened the black leather briefcase that was balanced on his lap and slipped the papers inside. She then closed the briefcase and placed it carefully on the floor by his feet. ...

... He looked into her spacious eyes. Slowly, Lydia moved her fingers onto the zipper of his trousers and began to lower it. Turning towards him slightly, she eased her slender fingers inside the opening. As they did so, they met a bulge that was gently twitching and hardening within his underpants. She continued to look into his eyes as she began to extend her fingers over a responsive cock that was now stiffening and straining against the fabric of his underpants with every passing second. His eyes were beginning to show his vulnerability, and his legs parted slightly as Lydia rubbed and caressed his growing length. She slipped her fingers deftly under the elastic at the leg of his underpants and ran them up and over his hardening cock. It was warm and smooth. She allowed her fingers to run up and down it, thrilling at how strong, hard and hot it was to her touch. His eyes were becoming wide as she swam into them. She eased his length out of his trousers and looked down as it sprang angrily up at her. Her fingers were now able to move freely up and down the full extent of his arousal and encourage it until the faintest glimpse of pre-cum swam and shone from the small eye at the bulbous head. This was quickly followed by more of the warm, slick lubricant as she continued to tease and stroke him. As her fingers became coated with the first flow of his desire, she moved her head down into his lap. Slowly she drew her tongue up his quivering length, from base to tip, leaving a trail ...