I was waiting to get the train from Paddington today when my thoughts turned from mundane to something.. less innocent. I felt particularly horny that day and that ache hadn’t been satisfied. With the buzz of people moving around me, my mind drifted to the possibilities..
I started to get wet as I thought of being taken right there and then. My legs inched wider when a group of businessmen walked past, giving them a peek. For all of my inner bravado, I didn’t dare to look up to see if any of them stole a glance up my skirt.
I closed my eyes, letting my imagination run wild. Maybe something would happen on the train, like someone putting their hand on my thigh. Can people sense desperation? I was horny enough to hope so. I imagined the mystery man’s hand sliding up and under my skirt, moving towards my pussy. He would rub me through my panties, his fingers going round and round my clit. My wetness covering his fingers as he pushes my panties aside to slide into my pussy.
I almost moaned out loud; If only it was real! Clenching my thighs together, I shifted my thoughts.