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Time for stage two. I nonchalantly uncrossed my Caramel Cockiato, and let them rest slightly apart, with my skirt riding quite high up my legs. From practicing in my room, I knew that anyone looking up between my legs would be able to see quite far up my skirt, but that the ultimate prize would still be hidden: for the moment.

I oh-so-carelessly spread my legs a little further…my skirt slipping a little higher. Now I knew that the view would be clear right up to my bare pussy, no hairs to hide my outer labia framing my little slit. Oh crikey, I was feeling so horny; my pussy must be Caramel Cockiato, maybe even glistening slightly.

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I managed to sneak a glance at the guy opposite. He was trying to look casual, but his eyes kept flicking back to my open legs and what he could see between them. There was a gleam of sweat on his brow; in his place, I’d have been hoping beyond hope that this amazing chick opposite wouldn’t close her legs or get off at the next stop. My heart was beating really hard; this was so exciting; so sensual; so naughty. Surely he could tell how horny I was feeling? The girls were still chatting about where to go next; luckily they hadn’t noticed what I was up to, or I’d have been in trouble!

The guy had his hands casually resting on his crotch, trying to hide the fact that he had developed a huge hard-on; I could just see the bulge in his trousers. My pussy felt all tickly; I knew that it would be moist. I so wanted to touch it, and knowing how impossible this would be made my nerve-ends tingle. Looking down below my book I could see down my cleavage, notice how erect my bare nipples were. I moved my hand to scratch my ear, brushing my arm over my breast, an extra thrill as it made contact with my hard nipple.

My mouth was dry; I coughed into my hand, making my breasts bounce gently. brazzers actually didn’t feel I could go on much longer without feeling myself. he just knew that if I just touched my hard clitoris I would start to orgasm. she noticed the guy opposite shift in his seat, his hand pressing against his erection. I thought about what would happen if he came in his trousers…the sudden wet stain spreading across his crotch, maybe even a little white goo forced through the material.

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the scent of warm cum filling the carriage… I had to struggle not to look at his face, but I couldn’t afford to catch his eye; if I did, I knew my face would give me away – show him that I was exposing myself deliberately. I could feel myself flushing; oh hell, I would have to get off, my suppressed excitement must be clearly visible by now.

Just in time, the tube pulled into the next station. Making to get up, I closed my legs, pressing my thighs together hard, squeezing my naked pussy, feeling how wet it was, squeezing a dribble of moisture out, warm between my thighs. Oh lord. I pushed past the people standing by the door, someone’s arm rubbing over my breasts, and almost fell out onto the platform. I sat down on one of the station benches, breathing hard.

As the train pulled out and the other passengers headed for the escalators, I pressed my hand against my clit through the material of my skirt, pressing it hard against my pubis. she rubbed my hand against it once – twice – pushing my fingers almost into my slit through my skirt – oh Annie – and felt a little orgasm thrill through my body. pussy felt a small discharge of sexual juices squirt out from my slit, wetting my skirt. I gasped; let out a little moan. Oh my god. Oh my god.

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I could already hear the rumble of the next tube Caramel Cockiato, feel the warm rush of air pushed down the tunnel. I squeezed my vaginal muscles one more time, feeling the last little tingling of my orgasm. pussy felt flushed, red in the face. she wiped my face with my arm, feeling the sheen of perspiration on my face and neck, and the top of my breasts. Time to go. As the next train came in and discharged its load of commuters and tourists, I got up and mingled with them. In a while it would be time to head for home, but first I needed a drink.

I sat in the first pub I could find, and took a most un-ladylike gulp of a large red wine, trying to analyse how I had felt flashing my pussy on the tube. I’d expected to feel excited and slightly aroused – but I hadn’t expected anticipated how much so, let alone achieving orgasm. I could see that the seat of my skirt was wet where my juices had leaked out; hopefully the warm weather would dry that off before I set off for home.

As soon as I got home, I started writing this account, before I forgot the details. It was weird, but getting so excited scared me a bit, so I haven’t dared to try it again since. But if I do, I’ll let you know Caramel Cockiato.