Short Skirt on Southwest Trains
It was a chilly winter morning and I was heading to work on the train, preparing for a long day of hustling and bustling about in the city. I had my coat on and my head was down, hurrying to make it to the train on time. Little did I know, the day had a surprise in store for me.
As I stepped onto the train, I noticed out of the corner of my eye a woman sitting down, wearing a tight-fitting skirt with the hem just above her knee. The skirt was black and it contrasted nicely against her creamy complexion and jet-black hair. I quickly averted my gaze and tried not to let myself get distracted while I went to find a seat.
But as I moved down the aisle, I couldn’t help but sneak glances at the woman in the tight skirt. She had curves in all the right places and I found myself instantly drawn to her. I was so mesmerized by her beauty that I almost didn’t notice the train had already started to move.
Before I knew it, the train was speeding along, and the woman in the short skirt was the only thing on my mind. I sat there, my heart pounding in my chest, as my eyes kept stealing glimpses at her curves. I imagined what it would be like to feel her skin against mine and to have her lips pressed against mine.
Finally, I could no longer stand it. I got up and slowly made my way over to her seat. As I came closer, I could see the intricate details of her skirt, the way it hugged her curves and accentuated her shapely legs. I could feel my heart racing as I stood there, my gaze never leaving her body.
Before I could say anything, the woman looked up and met my gaze with her deep brown eyes. I felt a bolt of electricity shoot through my body and I froze in place. She smiled, as if she had been expecting me, and began to lean in closer.
My heart raced even faster as I felt her breath on my lips. I felt her fingers gently caressing my cheeks, her lips gently pressing against mine. I felt an intense heat radiating from her body, and before I knew it, the train had reached its destination.
I quickly pulled away, not wanting to seem too eager, and thanked her for the lovely kiss. She smiled and told me to come visit her at the brothel just outside the station. I was taken aback for a moment, but I soon realized that this was my chance. I just had to take it.
I hurried off the train and made my way to the brothel. As I walked in, I saw the woman from the train. She was wearing an even sexier outfit than before and she greeted me with a sultry look in her eyes. I felt myself getting aroused as I looked into her eyes, and soon I found myself following her into one of the private rooms.
The room was dimly lit and smelled of sex and desire. The woman quickly removed her clothing and I gasped as I caught sight of her curvaceous figure. She beckoned me over to the bed and I complied, entranced by her beauty.
We began to kiss passionately and soon I was exploring her body with my hands. I felt an intense pleasure as I ran my fingers over her soft skin and tasted her sweet lips. I slowly moved my hands lower, exploring the curves of her backside.
She moaned and kissed me harder as I began to massage her buttocks. I felt her body trembled as my hands moved lower, caressing her inner thigh. I moved my hand up her thigh and then felt her wetness as I moved my fingers inside of her.
My fingers moved faster and faster, driving her wild as I pleasured her with my touch. She gasped and then screamed as I brought her to the brink of orgasm. I felt her body tremble as she reached her climax and I couldn’t help but be aroused by the sight of her pleasure.
Finally, she pulled me up onto the bed and I eagerly obliged. She mounted me, her body pressing against mine, and I gasped as I felt her warmth enveloping me. We moved together passionately, exploring each other’s bodies and finding new ways to make each other quiver with pleasure.
We reached our climax together, our bodies trembling with pleasure as we succumbed to our desires. We lay there afterwards, our bodies exhausted but satisfied. I thanked her for the wonderful experience and she simply smiled, stroking my face as we lay there.
I will never forget my escapade with the woman wearing the short skirt on the Southwest trains. She was the embodiment of my wildest fantasies and the experience of being with her will stay with me forever.
