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Somehow, being on the train always turns me on. Maybe it’s the vibration of the vehicle, sending delicious shivers through my pussy, or maybe it’s the many stories I’ve read about people getting naughty on public transport. Or maybe it’s the fact that I write stories while commuting. All probably contribute to my wetness, but I can never seem to worry about the throbbing of my pussy. No ones has ever noticed, probably. Or maybe they do notice when I slightly buck my hips, when I press my pussy down on the seat to get just a little bit more friction. But at least no one has ever mentioned anything. A fantasy of mine is to be caught writing during my frequent train trips, to be caught and subsequently punished. Not legal punishment – no, I want to be used and exposed in front of all other passengers. I want them to see me writhe and pant as I near orgasm, I want them to hear me isvecbahis moan as I please whoever punishes me. That’s where you come in. I saw you eyeing me as I was occupied with my laptop. I bit my lip, wondering if you knew what I was up to, but figuring there would be no way for you to know exactly what I was writing. No one was sitting next to me and the reflection on the window during the day is hardly sufficient to read anything on anyone’s screen. Yet your piercing gaze made me feel as if you knew. I moved slightly in my seat, settling myself so that my heel was pressed against my pussy, relishing in the pressure as I continued writing my story. Stories I don’t write for myself, but for others, because it turns me on to turn them on. As I continue writing you sit down next to me and I quickly close my laptop. “Hey there. What are you writing?”“None of your business,” I stammer, isveçbahis giriş a blush creeping on my face as I fold my arms over my chest as if to give the statement more power. “Now you’re making me even more curious,” you laugh, then lean in and whisper in my ear. “Especially since you keep ever so slightly bucking your hips, even more so now that your heel is in place against your pussy.”Shit. “I’m not doing anything of the kind,” I huffed, though I was a terrible liar and I knew I had been caught. “Besides, what’s it to you?”“Maybe I like to watch.”I pause, wondering if my fantasy will finally come true. “I think you’re going to have to make me.”A grin spreads over your face as you lean even closer to me, your hand falling between my legs. “Maybe I’ll make you cum instead.”I stammer a few reasons why that wouldn’t be a good idea but none of them sound very convincing isveçbahis yeni giriş even to me. You move my heel away from my pussy and replace it with your hand, quickly finding your way under my skirt to find that I’m not wearing any panties. “You’re a naughty little girl, aren’t you? Did you want this to happen?”“Yes,” I admit, avoiding eye contact as you slowly rub me, spreading the copious wetness towards my apex and focusing on my clit instead. “Maybe I should fuck you in front of all of these people then? Maybe some will even join in, or watch and masturbate. We could have a giant orgy just because of one horny little lady writing smut in the train and stimulating herself,” you muse, pinching my clit and making me gasp. “Have you ever been caught before?”I shake my head, having a hard time keeping myself reasonably composed as your hand slides down and a finger teases at my opening. “You’re going to have to keep quiet. If you don’t, I’ll have to come back to my previous plan of making this a party,” you order as you slide your finger into my wetness and I can’t help but release a soft moan.
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