I want to preface this short erotic story by noting that although I like to explore these fantasies, please never instigate sexual activity without all parties complete voluntary informed consent ♥️
(Also I wrote this at my desk at work so it might not be amazing but I thought it was a hot story!)
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There he was again, leaning against the brick wall at the train station entrance, lost in his newspaper and sipping on his coffee. I watched eagerly as he took a sip, first blowing through the small hole in the coffee cup lid to cool it down, then taking a gulp. The coffee wasn’t the only thing that was hot, that was for sure.
I watched him from the other side of the entrance, attempting to draw out every drag of my cigarette so I had an excuse to stand around and watch him. He was dressed smart so it was clear he had some sort of fancy job, but it wasn’t his expensive shoes or his tailored suit that caught my eye…. it was the bulge in his pants. I forced myself to stop staring but it was so difficult not to stare.