Voyeur on the train

"She teased him until he had to meet her"

This is my first visit to London. I am with my girlfriend and her annoying chatterbox friend, Cindy. The two of them had a genius idea to take the train everywhere. We board the train at Holland Park heading back towards London. Erin, my girlfriend, and Cindy are buried in their map. As we pass a seat, I notice a woman — well, her breasts. Her white blouse was fairly unbuttoned and as I pass, my eyes wander, straight down her top to her breasts. She’s not wearing a bra, and I notice her little pink nipples showing on her perfect breasts inside her open blouse.

“Let’s sit here,” I say to the girls as I drop into the seat across from her. The girls don’t bother to argue. I don’t think they even notice there is someone across from us. The train departs and I have to concentrate on the city as we pass. I didn’t want to get caught looking. Every few seconds I peek at the girls and the map, using the motion to hide my gaze. I can’t help but imagine those nipples in my mouth, hearing her moans as I tease them. My pants begin to bulge.

“Hey Jack, you wanna go to the museum?” Cindy asks, naming the place, but I’m not listening.

“Yea, sure,” I answer to whatever she asked. Did the woman across from me smile? I see her nipples are solidly erect. It isn’t cold in here, I think to myself, as I search the horizon for nothing at all. Nonchalantly I cover my growing tent with my hands.

The woman pulls out a book, her legs uncrossing and crossing again. The side of her skirt opposite Erin now has a slit showing her leg all the way up to her beautiful thigh. It’s beginning to get hot. I try harder to ignore her and the increasing bulge in my pants.

She shifts her weight and her legs uncross. I can see deep into her skirt, but I’m just shy of seeing her panties. I’m starting to sweat a little. My hand covers my raging erection. I shift, and the motion feels so good against my head. I almost gasp. I check the girls again; they’re not paying attention.

I look back, and her legs spread just slightly more. I can almost imagine the panties now, my mind fabricating black lace panties on this poor unsuspecting woman. I can feel just a bit of precum dripping from my tip down my shaft. My finger rubs slightly at the tip begging to be released.

She turns the page in her book. Her legs spread just a bit more. Before me lies the glorious shaved pussy of a London woman. I look away feeling dirty and hot at the same time. In the mirror reflection of the train window our eyes lock. I snap my head away and look over Erin’s shoulder at the map.

I couldn’t care less about it or anything else. My eyes return to the gloriously tight package in front of me. She lets out a deep breath, and I notice the slit of her pussy moisten. Little drops are dripping to her skirt. I realize if I touch my cock anymore I may cum. I need a distraction.

I look at her book, thinking that maybe I can start up a conversation about it.

The book is upside down. She turns another page. This bitch is having a go with me! Instead of rage, my arousal increases a thousand fold.

My cock fights the restraints of my slacks. I look down, and a small wet spot has formed.

“Yep, our stop.” Erin answers a question I never heard Cindy ask. I get up not shielding my unmistakable erection and walk off the train. The doors shut behind me, and I look back. She’s smiling out the window.

Think fast Jack! I follow the girls, lost as to what to do. Then I see my salvation, a taxi cab. I begin to pat my back pockets repeatedly.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I yell in desperation.

“What’s wrong baby?” Erin asks as Cindy stares at me.

“I dropped my wallet on the train,” I reply my plan coming into action.

“Seriously?” Cindy asks annoyed.

“Yea fucking seriously. My money is in there,” I say. “Erin, spot me twenty, and I’ll have the cabby take me to the next stop. Hurry, though. I’ll meet you at the museum.” I rattle of taking the cash she pulls from her purse. I hop into the cab.

“Next station that train stops at,” I yell. “If ya beat it, I’ll give you the whole twenty,” I add.

“Forget something?” The cab asked tearing out of the parking lot. I don’t even answer. He cruises down to the next stop, and I toss him the bill. I run to the train just as it departs. Fuck!

Then I see her sitting on the bench. The train leaves and she watches those who got off the train leave. She looks around then reaches down. Through the fabric of her skirt, she teases herself. Barely a minute passes as I watch and she stiffens in orgasm.

She looks around, still not noticing me. Another train approaches and she stands up. I follow her aboard. I feel like a stalker. I don’t care. I try to position myself to see her better. Finally, I get glimpses of her exposed breast, her chest still heaving.

I follow her into the first pub we see. She orders a large glass of wine and downs it in one large gulp. I order a beer and ignore it. She is pretty worked up. Setting the glass down and standing, I notice her skirt is soaked. She must have come a lot. I follow her out.

Every bit of this seems unreal. I feel like a stalker, a predator. I am a little scared of how I’m acting. It’s not long, and we reach what I assume is her home. I stand outside.

Pacing back and forth and back again, I make up my mind to knock. I reach the door and raise my hand, and let it fall. What if she isn’t alone? I begin to pace again. Minutes that feel like years go by. I want just to leave; I’m an idiot. Standing before some stranger’s door, what’s wrong with me? I turn to go and think what the fuck. I knock before the thought fully leaves my mind. I hesitate, wondering what I am doing again. The door opens, and there she is, standing before me.

This is a story based on Naughtyannie’s story.