I bumped into him at the porn club where I usually took a bottle of wine to share with the manager Brian. I had been a member so long that I only went downstairs to the two small cinemas when a couple came in to play.
That evening whilst chatting with Brian, a friend of his came whom I had seen before but not really got to know. We shared the wine and got on to our main interests that drew us to the club- wonderful horny women who liked to play. He and I got on really well.
He then made a proposition to me that was quite a challenge. I agreed and would wait for him to phone me on my mobile when it might happen. This is the story of what actually happened.
I had forgotten about the chat at the club. Then out of the blue Stan rang me and asked me if I was still interested. I replied, "Of course."
"Well Sheila and I are coming up to London tomorrow for the day for a bit of what she loves and I wondered if you would like to partake in a little fun. She doesn't know I rang you but she knows I can arrange this kind of thing."
We agreed to meet at the hotel at Victoria Station, one of the main lines into London, at 1030 in a bar we both knew. I wasn't to greet them but when we had both arrived I would go to the loo where he and I would make arrangements.
I arrived just before 1030 and ordered a coffee. About 1040 they arrived and Stan gave me a wink and settled down with Sheila nearby. So I had a good view of her as she sat sideways to me about 12 feet away. She was blonde about 45-50 and quite trim and wore heels and stockings (I thought) and a light black cotton coat buttoned up, but without a belt. Her breasts were not too apparent under the coat. I had to imagine what she wore under the coat.
Once they settled I rose and went to the loo. I was followed by Stan. He said she's game. In fact they had a bit of fun on the way up from Brighton but that's another cameo. We agreed I would go out of the hotel first and wait for them to come out and follow them.
Once back in the main station, after a few minutes they emerged from the hotel and began to walk to the underground. I immediately followed them down the escalators to the underground to join a train going north. I kept a few feet from them but never got too separated. The platform was very crowded and I began to lose sight of them. Don't panic Ian I thought. But I then heard the sound of the train in the tunnel at some distance but they approach fast. I moved along as quickly as I could, then suddenly I saw her blond hair. They had walked some way along the platform and waited. The train arrived quite crowded. I moved closer to them and got on behind her and Stan was in front of Sheila. We were at the end of the carriage where there is a single door. I was the last in. The doors closed and we were wedged. Sheila had her back to me and Stan provided cover for both of us.
The train picked up speed and she relaxed a bit. Because the train was crowded her back was pressed against me. I found myself in a position I had imagined but didn't possibly think would actually happen.
Tentatively, I moved my hand to her hips and over her rear and just pressed a little toward her. She pressed back firmly on to my growing hardon. I took that as a yes. I moved my right hand down her leg at the back and tucked into her coat. I began to slowly lift her coat running my hand up her leg and thigh over her stocking. Yes they were stockings. I had reached her soft flesh. Her continued pressing against me encouraging me to go further.
Her flesh was deliciously warm as I stroked that warm softness across her upper thigh at the point where it met the cheeks of her bum. No apparent panties. She seemed to like what I was doing as she pressed more firmly against my groin. Encouraged and running my hand round her thigh I ran into plenty of hair and noticing she was indeed panty less. My fingers explored her hairy wet warm cunt as I slid across her soaking labia and into her vagina and up across to her clit. With my other hand I suddenly found that her sleeve was a wide one enabling me to move inside the sleeve under her arm pit on to her chest and across to her left breast. The nipple was tight and stiff from a slightly floppy but fullish tit.
She squeezed even harder against me in silent recognition of my sexual onslaught.
The train began its deceleration into the next station. I thought it was an all too brief sexual interlude. I was right up against the door. Fortunately the platform was on the other side of the carriage. I paused. Sheila didn't move or look back at me as if I was still a stranger in the carriage whom she had to involuntarily squeeze against. Stan winked at me in recognition of my, so far, successful exploration of his partner.
More people got on the train than got off. So the effect was more intimacy. But Stan controlled the pressure on us. He didn't want to make it impossible for us.
Slowly the train began to speed up leaving the station. As it did so I resumed my movements on her clit and tightened my fingers on her hardened nipple. At full speed Sheila was getting into a beautiful rhythm as my finger slipped and slid around and across her stiffened clit. Pressing her nipple really hard, she began to tense her whole body. Glancing at her face, she had clenched her eyes, her lips silently braced and she came in my hand as I increased the pace on her little power source. I heard her quietly squirm at the pinnacle of her cum.
As she came down, she took her hand out of her pocket where it had resided, her other hand on a vertical rail for support, and squeezed my erection in recognition of her induced orgasm. Stan just gleamed at both of us. He looked pretty high too. All this in the space of what felt like five minutes.
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