1. Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 05


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

    ... didn’t quite apply to hands and I soon felt a hand on my hip, partially on my skirt and partially on my bare skin and I gasped a little at the contact.

It was on the other side to Dylan so I guessed that it wasn’t his hand.

From the other side of the carriage I heard a woman say,

“Get your hand off me you pervert.”

But no one said anything or did anything.

Within seconds the hand slowly started moving down and to my butt and squeezed it. After a few seconds of no reaction from me, the hand slid further down passed the hem of my skirt then back up under my skirt where it squeezed me again.

By then my arousal level was rising, my nipples and clit were tingling and my pussy was wet, which helped the hand for it’s next move that was to slide between my legs along my slit,

The train stopped at a station but no one at my end of the carriage moved, I guessed that they were all going to central London.

As the train started to move again, so did the hand. It slid back and forwards, catching my clit each time it moved forwards.

I think that I must have moaned a little because the man in front of me turned his head and looked at me, then he looked down and I knew that he could see down my top and most of my little tits.

The fingers between my legs were still moving back and forwards and I knew that if it went on for much longer I’d cum on that train.

Unfortunately, the train started slowing and seconds later it stopped at another station. I felt a tap ...
    ... on my shoulder and turned my head to see Dylan looking at me and nodding to tell me that it was time to get off the train.

“Damn.” I thought, “just when I was getting close.”

Half the occupants of the train got off at that stop and headed for the escalators up. Dylan managed to get a hold of one of my hands and we ended up going up the escalator with me on a step above him.

A hand appeared between my legs again and flicked my clit a couple of times. This time I knew that it could only be Dylan.

At ground level we walked out onto the street and Dylan led me in the direction of his office block.

“Does that happen every day?” I asked Dylan.

“No, but I usually get into a position where I can watch the girls and I can tell from their expressions if someone is groping them. I take it that you got groped Esther?”

“I did, but I didn’t cum, close but not over the edge.”

“Shame, put the Lush in this afternoon and I’ll see if I can do something about that.”

We got to Dylan’s office block, kissed and I turned to go somewhere where I could get a cup of coffee and decide what I was going to do that day.

I found a coffee shop, got one and sat outside. It had stopped raining but was still cool and cloudy.

“Ah, back to typical British weather.” I thought.

I’d sat and not crossed my legs, showing a lot of thigh skin, and probably lower stomach and pussy skin, but I wasn’t expecting anyone to notice and most Londoners go around with blinkers on. I also wasn’t ...
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