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A Forbidden Encounter on the Train
A long-distance train, echoing with the low murmurs of conversations and periodic announcements, offered the perfect setting. The gentle sway, the rhythmic chug, and the fleeting landscape painted a serene picture, a stark contrast to the wild tempest of emotions brewing inside me.
34 and in my prime, I was the epitome of sensual femininity. A curvaceous 36D bust strained against the confines of a sheer, white top. The fabric, stretched across my erect nipples, displayed my heightened state of arousal. The snug black pencil skirt emphasized my shapely hips, ending just above the knees, offering tantalizing glimpses of my thighs. The thong beneath, an intimate secret, added to the erotic aura. The click of my heels was rhythmic, drawing eyes to my legs and fueling imaginations.
His glances were far from innocent. The sly smiles, the prolonged eye contact; he was playing a dangerous game, and I was more than willing to engage. As he sat across from me, our legs occasionally touched, electric charges shooting up with each accidental brush.
As the train plunged into a tunnel, he seized the moment. His hand found mine, fingers entwining, sending a clear invitation. I responded by placing his hand on my thigh, letting him feel the heat underneath. His fingers ventured further, teasing the hem of my skirt, making my breath hitch. The gentle squeeze of my thigh and the playful pinch on my nipple made it clear — we…
