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Author: Sandra held up cramped on the iron door handle of the toilet. More than before, she needed stop at that moment. It was difficult enough to keep the balance, but now, shortly before her climax, she absolutely needed something that she could cling from. Sandra Finally, five minutes ago, she would not even have thought that she could come close to an orgasm, but her desire had brought her so far if you were looking.
The young woman heard strained. All of your senses were wide awake. On the one hand, she was almost certain that nobody knew what she was doing in here, on the other hand, she was afraid of being discovered. Again and again she tried to delay the climax, waiting for an overwhelming sound of the axes under her. The train was modern, but the toilet was right in front of the compartment change, including two axes that were repeatedly noticeable when crossing a soft loudness.
And that’s exactly what she was waiting for. The train fluctuated to the left, Sandra had already visited her in the mirror and became aware of the involuntary comedy of her situation. Then she stood – the Legs Far -spread, the left and right foot on the walls of the toilet firmly leaned on to grant support. The right hand under the black trousers, buried deep in the crotch. The naked, trembling upper body.
The left hand tightly clamped onto the door handle. Sandra had to bend a little to reach the silver grip. Her shoulder -length hair formed a confusion, because the train wobbled as if shaken by a giant. It was probably the most unotetted place to satisfy yourself. There -a soft. Or what ever. Sandra no longer interested it. Two, maybe three seconds, and it was no longer under control.
As in a vice in a vice, her lust first concentrated in the chest, then, at the speed of a Formula 1 car, all feelings shot into her stomach and escaped. Sandra pushed out an uncontrolled, moaning loudly and drowned in the deep sea of its highlight. Unintentionally, but powerless the paralyzing, everything can be made of butter delivered, she collapsed on her knees and was only caught by the wooden door in front of her.
Unable to perceive any events around her, gasping, and drain for air, Sandra also scored the last twitching impulse, which raced from her innermost to the finest tips of her hypersensitive nerves. Only when her sense of smell did the biting, stale smell of her refuge again to her brain, the young woman finally came to herself. Within a few moments, she also noticed which misleading body she was in.
A stinging pain that came from her right thigh, boring and unbearable, took over her senses. Moaning again, this time without being felt without soft and without pleasure, her right hand, which she had quickly withdrawn from her black trousers, was looking up for a way to pull up. The door handle proved not only as a practical bracket unit, but also as a very good support. Sandra got up while the train almost thrown her back into the starting position with a violent vibrator.
Finally she stood. Sandra pinched with a massive manner and with a face -rated face in the thigh to loosen the cramp. The pain immediately let go. Her head rose and she looked directly into the mirror. Ironically grinning, she stroked the long strands from her face and smoothed her wild hairstyle again. The hair clip that the red -brown hair had held together into a braid was still at the top with the last strength.
Sandra brings the bundle of hair together again and fixed her again with the clasp. Your green sweater was on the tiny changing table, the bra underneath. It was not exactly cold in the toilet, otherwise she would have grown after the fashionable part immediately after getting up. She covered her delicate torso with it again and checked the correct seat of her hair again. The black eyelash still seemed to sit. She rubbed her hands over her cheeks to make the strange pallor disappear a few times.
Sandra cleared his throat and reached for her boyfriend and helper, the iron door handle. It was a kind of gauntlet when she left the toilet and passed on the queue of a good 6 people. Sandra avoided looking into the eyes of the waiting people. She would have no color to rub into her cheeks. The situation had something pretty embarrassing. It must have been a good ten or fifteen minutes that she had spent on the toilet.
In view of the crowded train, this was already an imposition for everyone who wanted to go to the toilet “regular”. Then there was still the uncomfortable feeling of not knowing whether it had not been discovered. With a rigid look and imaginary blinkers, the young woman paved her way back to her compartment. The seat was of course still free, her jacket had occupied the place for so long. She sat down quickly and looked out the window.
Looking into the landscape let Sandra slowly became different. The past orgasm had only satisfied her for the moment. It was definitely a relief, but she still feels the great desire in her. The game on the toilet in no way replaced the uninhibited sex that it has been in the case since this morning. And to go again to put your hand on it seemed too striking at the moment.
Sandra breathed in and out deeply. “Looking for yourself”. A fairly large poster for an exhibition. It raced past her. She laughed quietly when an idea came to her. A big man, maybe in my mid -40s. Beer belly. The woman next to it. Two children opposite. No. Never. To the left of her a dark -skinned man, interesting, but also too old. She estimated that the woman was probably his trusted towards him.
The space opposite was empty. Her eyes fell on a man, maybe thirty. Asleep. Next to it an elderly gentleman. He looked at her with a smile, nodding with his head. No, Grandpa, you are definitely as nice as my own grandfather, but somewhere the fun stops. The sound of squeaky brakes and blocking bikes drowned out the lively chatter of the toy. Gunzeishausen. A train station. In the middle of nowhere. But the strolling train stopped.
The iron vehicle came to a laborious. Nobody gets in. Sandra looked out of the window to see someone going out. No human soul probably wanted to spend his days in this kaff. With a jerk the train sat on the move again and Sandra groaned into the seat. Maybe it brought something to sleep or at least to doze. Although she knew that she would not get an eye in her condition.
All men around them were either uninteresting or slept. So no chance. Sandra slapped herself for the thoughts of just using someone for her drive, which she couldn’t even explain. She put her left hand on her thigh and slowly pushed her between her legs to check the heat. It was unmistakable. Was excited without end. An attentive woman in her immediate vicinity would have noticed this immediately.
“T’Sudosion, is still free here?“Sandra twitched together. A man. Maybe 25. Short Bundeswehr hairstyle. Big, dark eyes, wide shoulders, very slim. He held a purple tag bag in front of him, pointed out the seat in front of her with his free hand. “Uh, sure, yes, of course,” replied Sandra. The young man smiled friendly and lifted the luggage to the luggage network above her. Very slim, but not exactly slimming. He wore a fashionable combination of tight sweater and fabric trousers with ironing fold.
His streak buttock was clearly emerging. It works out. He noticed the eyes. He is insecure, but he doesn’t seem to be averse. Sandra had literally bombed the young man with a look in the last few minutes. Look in the eyes, on the chest and exactly between his legs. Now the only question was how she should illustrate her project. Sandra rummaged in her jacket pocket for the flyer, which she had been given in the city two hours ago.
And she always had a culminate with her. A little nervous and blurred she described the note. That’s probably typical man again! Always ready for every crash. He ran after her how the women do the men in the Arab countries. Straight to the toilet. Yet again. But this time Sandra had chosen the toilet in the other direction. It was relatively difficult for both of them to get into the narrow part.
But Sandra considered her newly gained comed donor to be able to interpret what she had written on his note beforehand and pushed him with a big grin: “Hello you you. You definitely do a huge favor to me. I want to have sex with you. Here, on the train. On the toilet. I will get up in five minutes and go to the toilet behind us. please follow me. I go in first, don’t lock the door.
You will be added in a suitable moment. Don’t be afraid, I don’t do anything to you. Please fulfill my wish. You will definitely not regret it!“He closed the door quietly and looked at Sandra with big eyes. She pulled her green sweater over Denkopf and loosened the hair clipping. The bra found the same way as the green fabric on the changing table. He came close to her, and with a little delay they kissed.
Sandra made no secret of her great desire and immediately showed him by means of tongue contact how she felt. Her hands hastily pulled on his sweater and had pulled the part over his head without difficulty. He kissed her neck, included her breasts. He sucked greedily on her stiff nipples. He proved to be a tongue artist, circular and massively used his flavor tool and slowly drove her upper body off her stomach, and finally knelt in front of her.
With the greatest sensitivity he buttoned up Sandra’s pants and slowly rolled over her hips to her knees so that she found the way to the feet by attraction. He pushed a hand into her purple lace panties and started with tender massage. Sandra didn’t care whether the background noise would cover its intested moan. His hands and his Tongue they went completely crazy. He used the free hand to knead her solid buttocks.
In the meantime Sandra had solved the belt of his pants and grazed it down. With one hand she fished for the stand that tensioned in the underpants. He had gently pulled down the purple fabric and buried his head between her legs. It was like a stream that didn’t want to end with hands, Finger And mouth stimulated her in an absolutely skillful way. Sandra groaned excitedly, he almost brought her to mind.
Her heart pounded like wild, her pulse raced. Then finally he let off and conducted his stand to the entrance. It pushed into her somewhat and immediately began to move rhythmically. Again he hadn’t left both hands idle. One hand researched her upper body, with the other hand he stroked her buttocks. Sandra is based on him, he had no difficulty with the shaking movements of the train, on the contrary.
Sandra had the feeling that he also included the vibrations into his rhythm. His endurance was scary. Sandra gasped, again and again she suppressed the orgasm. At some point he let off and meant her hand to turn around. Sandra leaned against the wall and waited for his push. But that didn’t come. Instead, she felt him again. Better said his tongue. Again he kissed them in an incredibly enjoying and skilful way between his legs.
He also took the time for that. Both hands support his game, Sandra had the feeling that he was with it everywhere. But then he pushed back. She spread her legs a little and he penetrated very deeply into her. His hand was buried in her crotch, massaging and caressing he drove over her clitoris. His speed robbed her of her breath. “I’m coming, I am coming,” groaned Sandra suppressed. She heard him groaned him, then she felt his warm liquid pumping in.
Sandra lost control and resulted in the power of her highlight. Her head slammed on the wall, but she didn’t feel the pain. Sandra only felt the twitches that removed her lust bit by bit. They stood side by side with heavily breathing. He kissed her tenderly, drove her over her heating. “You forgot something when planning,” he said grinning. Sandra looked at him questioningly. “How do we both get out of here again unnoticed?”.
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