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The Train Downtown

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He never went down on me. I didn’t mind his use of porn or casual affairs but when I returned home to find him in between her legs, I knew I didn’t deserve that treatment. I was 51 and I was not spending another day with a man who wouldn’t bother to eat me out. My pussy deserved better.

As I began to plot my escape, something funny happened to me. My body began to wake up. I began to spend more time on my appearance. I vamped myself up. I choose formfitting clothing. I was back.

I began to notice the eyes following me on the subway as I crossed and uncrossed my legs. I noticed the men looking at me. I noticed myself looking at them through the lens of a woman looking to finally be gratified.

My soon to be ex husband tried to make amends and we made love (well actually, “had sex” because there wasn’t much “love” in it and he was too unskilled to call it “fucking”.

As he fucked me, my mind was elsewhere remembering seeing the men watching me on my way to work.

I kept thinking back to one of them, who kept looking up at me from his paper.

I imagined his young hard cock fucking me instead of my husband and how much stamina he must have. He would be nervous and uncomfortable and eager to please. I saw the way he looked at me. He would give me what I was after.

My husband finished and soon rolled over and went to sleep after a quick peck on the cheek. I saw his old slightly drooping cock and beer gut. I compared it to lover boy from the Subway.

I rolled onto my back and began to swiftly finger myself and dream about unzipping the boys’ pants, sucking his cock and showing him the time of his life. He would appreciate me for sure.

I needed a younger model as well.

I couldn’t stop thinking about him. The boy was in my thoughts in the shower, on the phone, at work. I wondered each morning if I would see him again. My heart turned somersaults each time I swiped my Oyster card and my pussy ached to be touched. I tried to ignore it but once I had to lean against the pole in the carriage to try to feel some friction for relief. I needed it in a bad way.

It was a week before I saw the boy again on a Friday morning. He stood on the platform in jeans and a trench. I caught his eye. I had a plan. I stood near him and dropped my purse. I leaned over with my back to him to give him a better view of my stocking covered legs to retrieve it. He took the bait and tried to help me pick up the contents. Our eyes met and hands touched. He pushed some hair out of his eyes.

“I think I’ve seen you before on this train” I said in a husky voice

“I’ve definitely seen you” He said all too quickly and then coughed and looked uncomfortable.

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“Did  you like what you saw?”

He paused and looked a bit startled. “Yes, yes, I did”

“ Well, perhaps I might allow you to see a little bit more sometime. (I was getting really confident now.)  Depending on whether you prove yourself worthy of seeing it.”

The boy smiled. “ I aim to please”.

At that point the train rolled into the station. We got on together and I sat across from him, crossing and uncrossing my legs. He didn’t blink. My stop approached and I handed him my business card.  I leaned down to give it to him “ Call me later. I’m working late”. and I walked off the train shaking my arse a bit. I knew good times were coming at last.

Eric rang me later that day and I arranged for him to come around my office in the city (I’m a solicitor) at 7:00. I knew my partner and the receptionist would have already left for the day. The cleaner was gone. Only security and I would be there.

As I buzzed him, in my pussy was already soaked with excitement and build up. He was here coming to see me. I could not remember such excitement.

He knocked at the door of my suite. The door was open. He was dressed in the trench and jeans from the morning. The office was electric.

“Welcome. Please take a seat. Would you like a drink?”

“Yes. I’d love one. Thanks”

I handed him his drink and perched on my desk.

“Tell me Eric, have you ever been with an older woman before?”

He surprised me. “ I have yes, several times. I prefer an older woman.”

I was tempted to grab him right then and there but I couldn’t. This was my turn.

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“Very nice, Eric. Come here.” He came. “Take off my shoes and remove my stockings” He did slowly and gently delicately kissing my feet and legs. He looked up at me expectantly.

“What do you want to do?” I asked.

His eyes looked glazed over. “Whatever you want.”

“ I want you to eat my pussy until I can not take anymore.”

I lifted my skirt and pulled his head towards my panties. He parted my thong with his hands and began to lick my pussy and kiss my thighs. Gently and then more forcefully he fucked my pussy with his tongue, sucking my clit. I moaned and toyed with my nipples whilst he sucked my pussy.

I began to try direct him, pulling his head closer and riding his face. “ Over there, Ohh..suck it. Suck my pussy. Suck it..ohh. “

My body felt uncontrollable. I had no thoughts in my head except the boy’s mouth on my pussy. I began to shake.

“Ahhh, ohhh, my god, shit, oh fuck me, fuck with your tongue..ahhh”.

I could not stop cumming. I came once. He licked. I came twice. He sucked some more. He finger fucked me. I came. He tongue fucked me. I came. He sucked my clit. I came.

I was just about to explode once more when he stood up. His raging dick stuck out in front of him, looking bigger because of his smooth lean torso. He slipped a condom on his cock and placed my legs over his shoulders and rammed his cock into my pussy with the kind of energy I hadn’t experienced in a long time. I moaned so loud I think the whole City of London heard me being fucked. He pounded my pussy. I moaned some more. He moaned in a guttural way and tried to contain himself. He couldn’t.  He came before I did.

He sat in the chair and looked at me. “That was great” he said. He noticed my face.
I looked a bit on edge still. He nodded and came back in between my legs.

Eric looked up. “You said, you wanted me to eat it until you couldn’t come anymore. I think you could come some more. It tastes so good.”

And with that, he proceeded to suck my pussy again. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. Well deserved.

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