1. Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 05


    Date: 5/19/2024, Categories: Fiction Exhibitionism Female exhibitionist, Written by women Author: vanessa.evans 

    ... amazing, I can’t wait for next year.”

Whilst Dylan was talking I was looking around and I saw a middle-aged man looking at me and I wondered if he could see what Dylan was doing to me. I’d spread my feet a bit to give Dylan better access and I guessed that my dress was only just covering my pussy, but maybe it had gone a bit higher and the man could see my bare pubis and slit.

Dylan didn’t make me cum before we had to get off the train, but he sure did leave me wanting him to fuck me and it didn’t help that the middle-aged man got off the train at the same station as us and he followed us up the escalator. Dylan had seen the man and he went up the escalator in front of me.

Back at home Dylan stood me in the shower and sprayed cold water on my butt. Then he dried me and then rubbed some moisturiser cream on it. I was laid on my stomach on the bed and as Dylan was rubbing the cream on I slowly spread my legs and I ended up with moisturiser cream all over, and inside my pussy. Dylan finger fucked me to another glorious orgasm before I went to sleep.

For the first time since near the start of our honeymoon, Dylan’s cock wasn’t inside me when I went to sleep.

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Day 10 - Tuesday

It wasn’t until the Tuesday morning that I again woke up to the feeling of Dylan’s cock sliding in and out of my pussy. The alarm had gone off early because I wanted to go on the Underground with Dylan. I’d set the alarm for 30 minutes earlier than normal to give us time for a ...
    ... proper fuck and shower which we combined into one.

I wore a denim skirt that the back only just covers my butt, and the front is a little shorter, just coming down to the top of my slit. I also wore a heavier top, but still one that affords a good view down the front from above, and a pair of 4 inch heels. I wanted to be a bit taller so that a tall guy could easily reach my butt.

It wasn’t a nice day, cooler and wetter than of late and we left home with one arm linked with Dylan’s and him holding an umbrella.

When I’d gone to school on the Underground I was going in the direction of outer London so the trains weren’t anywhere near as crowded as the ones going to central London, which is where Dylan works.

My fun started on the station platform where the crowd and the jostling actually surprised me. When the train arrived and everyone tried to get on at once I wondered if we’d actually get on, but somehow everyone did. Dylan and I ending up standing at the end of the carriage. Dylan was beside me, but as we had pre-arranged, we didn’t communicate.

I couldn’t get to anywhere where I could hang on to something but the density of the people meant that it was highly unlikely that I would end up on the floor.

It was the same for the people around me, we were just a mass of standing bodies pressing against each other.

As the train swayed from side to side so did the mass of people who only got the chance to shuffle their feet a centimetre at a time. Somehow, that ...
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