11-23-2010, 09:06 PM
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Join Date: Nov 2010
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Fingered In A Train
About 8 years ago the wife and I spent two weeks on holiday in India, which was great. We were staying in Lucknow and one day we decided to take the train to Kanpur. Leah was wearing a little summer dress and strappy sandals, she looked great.
Being an Indian train, as you can imagine it was crammed - we were jammed together like sardines, no hope of getting a seat. Leah was pressed right up against me and I could feel her nipples pressing against my chest. She kept smiling at me and every so often she would give me a soft kiss.
Once we got to Kanpur we managed to prise our way off the train and walked down the platform holding hands.
"You were pretty daring back there," Leah smiled at me.
"What do you mean?"
"Fingering me in a train full of people."
I stopped and stared at her. "I didn't finger you, honey."
Her hand flew to her mouth. "Oh fuck, you're joking?"
"No, I'm serious!" I replied.
It turns out that on the packed train, Leah had felt a hand stroking her bottom, which she assumed was mine. The hand lifted the hem of her dress and started rubbing her bare arse. It then pushed it's way between her legs - Leah told me she opened her legs to help - and rubbed her pussy through her thong. The fingers then pulled the gusset of her thong to one side and worked their way into her pussy. He started fingering her, she told me he even pushed his thumb up her arsehole, and all the time she was thinking it was me, and I was standing just inches away, oblivious to what was going on.
We never worked out who it was, there were so many people crammed in there but I suspected one guy - I saw him checking Leah out, trying to look down the front of her dress, as were a few of the blokes around us but he started to look distinctly smug later on.
Not surprisingly this seriously turned me on, I would have fucked her right then but one thing Kanpur doesn't have is quiet spots. We had to wait until we got back to the hotel that night (the return train journey was uneventful) and once we were in our room we fucked like rabbits. The memory of it still turns me on now.
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