ome days in advance and you sense they are going to be chaotic, and last Friday was one of those days. What I did not think that chaos is finished in a day of just saying it has been a good day.
That day had several meetings in the center, so I managed more than normal. Had chosen the clothes I was going to put: a skirt with some flight but adjusted the top and a loose but quite neckline blouse. I chose a white bra, so it would not show through the blouse, and although I like to wear shorts, this time I decided to wear a thong in black, and the seams are not marked through the skirt. And of course black shoes with a 5 inch heels.
The day went better than expected. Everything went better than expected, reaching agreements with customers already taken for lost (I think my neck helped a bit in that part).
It had been a great day and I was only taking the subway to go home. As just one just go the fuck decided that I had to sit in one of the wooden benches on the platform there. He was not very clean or care, but after moving all day with heels not care.
Until I got up I did not realize I had several tips protruding from the wood. But it was too late, the skirt had caught on one of them and when I got up had ripped fast, even breaking the button, so I dropped her skirt to the floor. Red as a tomato I tried to cover myself, which was impossible. The skirt had been inexplicably destroyed. The only "good" is that day wearing a coat that was a little longer, which hid about 20 inches below the waist. It was not much but if I was careful I will just look like a thong.
I entered the train car, which brought a lot of people, and although my feet hurt at the heels had to stay standing, as was the way that I did not see anything. While you can see how several men eyeing me up and down, focusing especially on the thighs. I trust all nervous that I can not see anything.
After two stops down almost everyone, from what I could but notice a guy sitting almost in front of me. He was about 30, tall, quite handsome. While trying to hide it, did nothing but look at me. In one of those times our eyes met and I shivered. From there the boy did not hide and stared me in the eyes, the neck and legs while occasionally biting his lip.
That situation turned me away from me uncomfortable. There was hardly anyone in the car, and we did not know so, did it matter what he thought of me? I decided to sit in front of him. Before the end of him and had to sit on my crotch fixed gaze and eyes wide. I for sure was not expected to take no more than a tiny thong. The next second his pants looked like a tent, that the lump was very good references from their personal "gifts". I opened my legs a bit and he responded by touching his pants.
At that time I did not know what to do. I wanted to stomp on it, undress, fuck him ... I got up to go sit over him, but at that point we came to a stop and 4 teenagers, so I had to cut and stay standing beside me.
At that time, even without knowing how, I got scared and agreeing that the next stop was mine I ran down to my house, not caring if I saw something on the road. When I got home and I had recovered my breath I undressed and masturbated several times thinking about that traveler who said nothing.
From that day all night sleep with him, he fucks me in the subway car, and I take the same line wondering if you'll ever see.
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