Love on a crowded train

Love on a crowded train

Each morning I await her, Six thirty on the dot
The station wet and dreary she occupied her spot
Her voguish style, her flowing hair, her legs so long and slender
The vision of her lain with me her touch so warm and tender

The same today our eyes have met, she smiles, her lips mouth hi
I wonder if she feels the same for me I wonder if pigs fly
Our train arrives we shuffle on but today it’s over flowing
Oh no she standing next to me and asks me where I’m going

“To work, you know as every day” I nervously reply
The crush of crowd has forced us close, oh God I’ve touched her thigh
What will she say I pull away I wished my life had ended
Her hand finds mine she smiles once more “I’m really not offended”

She draws me close; our bodies meet, her breasts so soft and pert
I feel them as she pulls to me and rubs against my shirt
Her hand it seems has other plans and guides me to her mound
The actions hid by swaying frames of bodies all around

Our hands lift skirt and ever on her stocking thigh caressing
The touch of skin is cold and soft, I’m mentally undressing
Her panties have a different feel of lace and warmth combined
The flimsy veil soon torn aside our fingers still entwined

The moistened feel of blood gorged lips sent shivers to my soul
A rhythmic flick upon her clit to bring her to her goal
My busy fingers could not resist and probed a little more
Down between her trembling thighs towards her open door

Then rubbing palm upon her button my fingers I inserted
Pulsating muscles held me firm as in my hand she squirted
Collapsing on my shoulder firm she pulled herself together
The memory this first time play will stay with me forever

And so we stood in carriage full, found out I’m not to sure
But strange looks as the train pulled in and we made for the door
Same time tomorrow but its your turn she whispered as we parted
A truthful tail of Bi fem love and how it got us started