Inside a Woman's Head, with Sex - Sex Stories

Inside a Woman's Head, with Sex

... women like me, and as I watched him concentrate on his iPhone, conveniently pointing down to my knees, I suspected he was looking for something to jack-off too that night, or Facebook, my cunt full of seeping cum. I moved slightly, drawing my bag with it's pair of panties up my thighs slightly, knowing my hemline came with it, I could see his hands tremble in his reflection in the window I looked out of, and let my knees open slightly, to keep him interested. I was of course playing and toying with a minor, he was clumsy and inexperienced, but his bravado excited me, so while still looking out the window at his reflection, I reached down between my thighs and scratched an imaginary itch, which required me to open wider, the warm air wafting my cunt, I knew he could see my cunt, and as I withdrew my hand, I left my legs open for a good minute before finally closing them. His stop was one before mine, I knew this as I had alighted here before in the capacity of my job, and as we pulled up towards the station, he looked at me, as I returned my domineering stare, he closed and put his iPhone into his pocket, and got out of his sat and walked towards the exit of the carriage. I got up and followed him, and stood right behind him, so close our bodies touched, as the train rocked and swayed over the rails. As it came to a halt, I reached out and put my hand on his shoulder, he turned and looked at me, slightly ashen-faced, 'I want to talk to you', was all I said, as the other two ...

... men alighted before us, and walked fast up the long platform. The train moved away gathering speed, we stood where we had alighted, and when it disappeared it was deathly silent, as there was no one else around. 'Lets go in there and have our talk', I was indicating one of the three little shelters on the long platform, which contained a bench, for people to sit as they awaited their train. He sat down in the centre, and he put his bag on the bench, while I went into my bag and took out my badge, 'I'm a Police Officer', and as I said it, I opened my legs and straddled his, 'Move further down the seat', I commanded him, and I felt him move down to an almost horizontal position between my open thighs, 'In case you think about running off', I said, as I lowered myself onto his legs, hiking my skirt up past my stocking tops and opening my legs as wide as was comfortable. He started at my open and exposed cunt, he was in shock, I reached into my bag again and took out my cuffs, 'Do I need to use these on you', I asked him menacingly, he shook his head, and I put them back into my bag. I put my hand out and just said, 'Phone'. He swallowed hard, now realizing what this was about, and as an owner of an iPhone myself, I had no problems accessing the video sections. I was nervous, in a sexual way, as seeing myself as other men videoed me, was a massive turn-on, and as I watched my self on his iPhone, I could feel the morning mixture of husbands semen and my own lubrication flowing from ...