Trainride  

lordemeraud 50M
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4/18/2005 9:28 pm

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5/4/2007 9:56 am

Trainride


Today she was sitting there again. She, that is a redhaired around 30 years old lady, sitting every single morning in the same car as myself. And she is always sitting three to five rows ahead of me, facing the opposite direction. Wihle reading in the latest Clancy, I can see her looking at me from time to time, and I would really love to know what is going on behind her greenish eyes. Today she was wearing a knee long skirt, business style, black, and a white shirt. I was working on my laptop and over the border of the screen I notice her looking at me. Our looks cross, and without any noticable change of expression, her thighs open, and from where I sit I can see that ... well, although I really try hard to keep eye contact, I fail. She doesn't wear underwear, and she is shaved blank. Her white skin is shining bright between her thighs that are wrapped in black nylons. I need about three seconds to become as hard as stone, and when I look back in her eyes, I see amusement, but no mockery. In the same second, she got up and went off the train, it was her ususal stop. God, I've been thinking of her all the day!

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