I had recently broken up with Cindy and was recovering (hiding) from a wreck of a rebound relationship with Cindy’s best friend Keryn. Cindy and I had planned to do a trip to London for quite some time and then when everything fell apart, I decided I was still going and my sister and our mutual friend Elaine wanted in on the adventure.
So armed with my street smarts and the 100 must-see sites in London we hit the City of London the day after our arrival at Heathrow. The girls almost make one anxious because they don’t want to miss a train or bus even though there is another, a few minutes later. We had ample time and light as the sun only set late at night during the northern hemisphere summer. After a few wrong turns and a sibling argument about how to read the London A-Z and underground map, I insist they trust me and we make our way to the closest station.
We get to the tracks on Marble Arch station where the doors are about to close with “Mind the Gap” ringing from the intercom through the tiled structure and we rush into the closest carriage. I am annoyed and frustrated because nothing is planned and I feel I need to resolve everyone’s poor planning. While Tessa and Elaine sit to one side going through a tour guide deciding what to go see next, I try to gather my thoughts and keep a record of the direction we came from and are moving in, in case we have to backtrack again.
The woman across from me reaches for something in her bag and pulls out a book, she turns a little and crosses her legs but unknowingly lifts her skirt to reveal her whole thigh. I am immediately excited because it is the first thing I have seen on this miserable trip that got my attention. My eyes are riveted on her thigh she moves just enough to reveal the start of her bottom and I am feeling like a pervert with my dick getting a little hard. I feel the discomfort and look around, Tessa and Elaine are still focused on their pamphlets collected through the morning expedition.
Her thigh is smooth and the line of her bottom so sexy, the site starts turning me on and making my heart rate climb in the already warm carriage. She moves and I look away hoping she does not notice that I am looking at her bottom. Trying to act normal even though no one even knows me here I slowly turn my head back to see her legs are apart, I can almost see up her skirt but I am just too tall and I contemplate pretending to drop my ticket so I can pick it up and get a glance of her panties. I was convinced she was wearing a G-string even though I had a soft spot for French-cut underwear.
As if this woman had read my thoughts, she separated her knees a little further and her skirt rode up a little to reveal the prettiest, smoothest little pussy I had ever seen. Startled and caught totally off guard thinking I would see a soft color pair of underwear. I stared for a good few seconds then looked up at the woman’s face but she was still into her book not noticing what she was revealing. I was so hard at this point that I had to quickly move my erect penis to the side to allow space to minimize the obvious bulge in my pants. I was praying that my dick would go soft before the next stop but I could not stop looking, I was imagining what it smelt like, how it tasted and how tight it would be if I was inside such a perfect pussy.
I was getting hot and my skin started flushing tiny drops of sweat on my forehead and in my palms, I lay my hand on my pants trying to get the sweat to dry and at the same time cover my insanely hard erection. I looked down at the floor for what seemed like seconds but could not resist peaking again in case she got off at the next stop. I could swear her pussy was glistening as if she was excited and again I had thoughts firing off in my mind of how English women were in the bedroom but more so how this poppet would feel. At one point I got the sense that she was deliberately showing me her womanhood and that she was not as innocent as I initially thought. Her breasts were perky and her cleavage inviting but I could swear she had no bra on either and her nipples were a little hard but maybe she got a cold breeze from one of the windows as we enter a dark section on the tracks.
I was so focused on not cumming in my pants and having to hide the embarrassing wet mark that I was making myself even more hard and excited. Her clitoris seemed to have surfaced a little from where I was positioned across her as if her pussy was sticking out her tongue in a teasing manner. I could feel my dick almost bursting as I can only describe it as a sweet scent of English pussy tantalizing my nostrils.
In that moment Elaine leaned over and asked, “Do we get off here?” and as if instructed I feel the cum pulsate into my hip where my tip was positioned earlier. Clenching the pole as we stopped I take a few seconds to answer that it is only at the next stop that we get off even though I just did.
As London (I named her this after that day) disappears into the crowd and the lyrics of James Blunt ring in my head I start formulating a strategy to hide and clean the messy hot, thick cum in my pants hoping it does not smell that obvious.
