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Janet- 1
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Archive-name: janet-1
There he was again. Every day for two weeks he had been in her
car on the subway. She had felt him staring at first and had smiled to
him politely. He did not approach her during the train ride or after,
but for the 35 minutes it took to get her to her home station, he
watched her.
To start, Janet was rather annoyed at the invasion of privacy,
but as the days passed and she admired his muscular frame and soft blue
eyes she felt he was waiting for something.
This morning she had decided to do something about it. She had
woken up early to prepare. Her outfit for the day included medium
heels, garter belt and stockings, blouse, short-cut skirt, bra, and
jacket.
As the train pulled away she arranged herself across from him.
She caught his eyes and gave him a welcoming nod. He just smiled and
watched her.
Over the next few minutes, as she 'read' a magazine, she
proceeded to cross and uncross her legs. Slowly, ever so slowly, her
skirt worked its way higher and higher along her thighs. When it was
less than an inch from revealing her stocking tops for all to see, she
looked up at him again.
He was certainly paying attention. His eyes were riveted to the
spot between her legs, still hidden by the skirt. She smiled as she saw
his slacks had developed a very promient bulge and he kept pulling his
hand away from touching it.
She waited until he looked at her eyes. She gave him a
questioning look, as if to say "Do you want more, sir?". He nodded
imperceptably.
Janet arranged her things beside her to create walls on either
side of her legs. The crowd was not yet enough to create standing
riders so only her watcher could see her legs above the knees.
She hooked a finger under the edge of her skirt and began to
draw it back towards her fluttering belly. The excitement of this
exhibition had gotten her heart pounding and her pussy warm and moist.
Her stocking tops and garters appeared next, causing an
appreciative ripple in her audience. Then, finally, some curly hair
peeked out at him. She shifted her hips to allow her legs to spread a
little. Each movement was arousing.
Janet let one finger slip down into her hot pussy and draw out
a finger-full of juices. She brought it to her mouth out of desire and
sucked her finger clean of her hot musky juices. She looked back at
him.
He had his jacket over his lap and one hand led into the coat.
The movement was almost unnoticable, unless you suspected someone of
masturbating on a subway train. Their eyes met.
Janet ducked her head as if to see under his jacket. He looked
around really nervously and then tented his jacket quickly. Janet liked
what she saw. His cock was full, thick, and hard. She guestimated about
six or seven inches, maybe more if she was lucky. His jacket dropped
quickly.
Janet slipped another finger into her slit and began to pump it
in and out. Once he got the idea, he responded quickly to her offered
gestures.
Janet began to arrange herself as the train stopped for a
station with usually large crowds. They both rose to get off the
train, no where near their necessary stops.
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Hope you've enjoyed part 1. More has been written and will be posted
without much delay. As I have mentioned before, I prefer to tailor my
creative erotic writing to an individual with the intention of
heightening their arousal. If there are any female readers out there
who enjoyed this story and would like to explore something with me,
please email me at the following address. I'm sure I can help you out.
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