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The day was hot like the last to endure. A summer that we haven’t had for a long time. The thermometer climbed the magical limit of twenty -five degrees in the shade every day, over thirty in the sun. The windows were closed at night, closed during the day. It didn’t bring much in the city. The surrounded concrete stored the heat and gave it off at night. Cooling was hard to get. Unless you were free and could save yourself where the worst need was escaped.
Water was needed, lots of water and that as cool as possible. If you had the opportunity to drive to the coast, you were saved. I didn’t have this choice. No car, no money for a ticket by train. Apart from the fact that the coast or the next lake, were far too far away to get a nice day. Either you started very early, so it got up at times that I did not prefer, or got no space because the best places were already occupied.
I remained the only option that came into question for a hunger dresser like me. The magic word was called outdoor pool. Here, too, you had to dance as early as possible, but not in Herrgott’s early. It opened at nine o’clock, the way there was three quarters of an hour, and when I hurried in the morning, I didn’t have to get up earlier than eight o’clock. A respectable time. I provided everything in the evening. Clothes on the bed, backpack with bathing utensils in the hallway.
Equipped in this kind, I was able to sleep as long as possible. The only thing that still had to be packed was a few cooling packs for cold drinks. More was not necessary. The next morning it was time. The alarm clock rang eight o’clock. Immediately I jumped out of bed, climbed into the light clothes, should be called, T-shirt, short, wide trousers, more boxer shorts and light, sporty treads. Cup on, sunglasses on the nose and off it could go. I was done less than a quarter of an hour later.
Who needed brushing and washing the annoying teeth. I got wet anyway and a peppermint candy did it too. The way was easy. Out of the house, two hundred meters to the subway. A short route where I still had to hurry up. I wanted to catch a certain path that brought me to the targeted goal at exactly the right time. Despite the short distance, I got warm, which was certain that I was traveling in the pork gallop. A middle thing between races and quick walking.
When I arrived on the stairs to the subway, I was already sweating and was glad that my deodorant was designed for 48 hours. At least on the bottle. I hadn’t tried it. Down the stairs with quick tripping steps and into the cool of the station. Here it can be endured, which many other people saw the same way. It was not overcrowded, but it came to this term. I didn’t know if they had the same idea as I had, but for this day, a Saturday, a lot was going on.
The shops didn’t have yet and I was a little surprised at the crowd of people. My train was driving on my platform and I had to put on an intermediate sprint so as not to miss it. The next one only drove a quarter of an hour later. With a jump I managed to leave the closing door behind me and stood in the wagon with a heavy breathing. A look around me quickly showed me that a seat could not be obtained.
Either the places were occupied by people who were entitled to it, or there were some that no one asked if they wanted to cede theirs. As a young person, I was not dependent on it and was able to stand half an hour to the end station. It didn’t matter to me. What made me something was that enough people hadn’t found a deodorant or peppermint candies. They sweated and took my air to breathe.
At least I did not try to breathe through my nose, looking for a place that was less locked up by body excavation from the worst kind. It was not easy to find one, became more difficult the more stations we show. More sweating bodies than before pushed into the train and left little freedom to move. Fortunately, I saw a young woman standing close to the window, who looked out and just climbed into the train.
I did as if I wanted to get out the next station, I pushed me further and was not a minute later, right behind her. What I suspected occurred. She smelled sweet and lovely, had bathed a little too much in perfume, which after the stench further back in the wagon, like a loving spring morning. Here I could take a deep breath. I didn’t stand thirty centimeters behind her and looked at her from top to bottom.
Black long hair scored over her back, the upper body covered a white blouse, the sleeves of which were half over his arms and was transparent. It was the same with the rest of the fabric. I could guess the thin strand of her bra under the tissue. She didn’t wore more. The blouse was in a short mini skirt that had been worked in folds and had a fine caroma pattern. He was cut relatively tight and firmly on the hip.
Her feet were in white, half -length socks that ended in dark, almost black strap shoes, the surface of which shone like paint. I had to smile because of the socks, since it had become a less common sight. Still, it suited her outfit. It stood her and I found it a blessing for my eyes that I enjoyed in summer. For this I was grateful for this time. Showed me that not all people had gone out of the glue and there were some that I liked.
Here was one of these models that appealed to me. The train continued, jerky through the tunnel and became full of. Since we both were near the exit, it became narrower with us the further we followed the route. That brought me closer to her and the distance continued continuously. Her aroma got into my nose more, pulled up from the bottom and itched me in my nose. That’s why I had to sneeze and she turned her head in my direction for a moment.
She looked around, smiled at me for a tiny moment, immediately turned her head back in the previous direction and looked out the window. I hadn’t guessed how full it could be on the train. The number of people continued and I wondered if there was a limit that could only get in if a corresponding number of people exit. But there was no announcement. Instead, it became narrower than before.
The girl in front of me was already crowded with her stomach against the hold -up bar, which was attached to the wall in front of her. I was close to it, there was no room behind me, if not less. It became increasingly difficult to stay away from her. Either it was a century that made me move to her in the curves or an overzealous passenger who rabidly moved through the wagon. Several times I received a rough push in the back, which I resist, as long as it was possible.
Strictly speaking, I built a kind of protection zone around the young woman in front of me. It was reasonably safe to take physical contact. Slowly it got so tight that I no longer knew where with my hands. If I let her dangle on the side, I touched other people with it and could no longer hold on to. I couldn’t fall over anymore, but I didn’t want to sweep anyone away when the train had to make a harder braking. The only one was able to reach was one of the loops from a rod, down from the roof of the train.
However, I only had one, everyone else was already occupied but better than none. When I didn’t look at for a tiny moment, it happened. My backpack, which was off my back, was in the way and in a curve, of all things, I was pushed forward. I could not withstand this outer powers and stumbled forward, directly to the young woman. I pushed against them head -on and was pushed against them from behind. It was a frightening and at the same time wonderful moment that I killed for seconds.
I could feel her bodies on me. Her slightly arching butt pressed against my loin and my stomach against her back. Due to the thin fabric of both my shirt and her blouse, I immediately felt the warmth that went out of it. In addition, my nose got into her hair and was given an extra dose of aroma. It was terrifying for me the fact that my hand, which was not anchored in the loop and loosened to me, got forward, further forward and pressed against one of her legs just below the mini skirt.
I was electrified, feared that they would cry immediately, maybe because of immoral touch, but that didn’t. She stopped by me on the wall without rain. On the one hand I was happy about it, but when I could move away from her again, I was surprised. She showed no emotion, didn’t even look at me badly. On the contrary. She loosened from the wall and came up to me.
A few centimeters in front of me, she stopped and shook her hair, some of which flew around my ear. Seidig they slid along my cheeks and left a new fragrance track, which I enjoyed with pleasure. It was embarrassed to me when something similar happened no minute later. The train braked on the track, although it was not clear why. All passengers received an impulse that drove them through the wagon. Anyone who had not held up got in motion and searched for a stop.
I seemed to be a coveted object, especially my arm, whose hand hung in the loop. I got a hard push from behind, who was again on the young lady in front of me. I crashed into harder than before, who could hardly hold itself. Your body was on the side and was braked by mine. I pressed her firmly against the wall. The action, the physical contact before, had not passed me without a trace.
It was of course that my body reacted to it. After all, there was an exciting woman in front of me, who I had touched without my own guilt, which my body didn’t care about. My shorts offered enough space for raining what wanted to get ridden. So my best piece was swollen and half -tires. This is exactly what was now pressing against her buttocks and there was no question that she could feel it. To my surprise, she stopped without trying to break away from me.
I even had the impression that she rubbed her bottom on me. Maybe it was wrong too. Nevertheless, it had instant effects. Within a few seconds, the trunk became hard and dug deeper into their back column. I no longer knew what to do, continued to be close to her behind her. A dodging was not possible for a few moments. Behind me a corpulent man had still not found a stop and didn’t give me a chance to solve me.
So I continued to stand behind her, pressed her against the steel wall in front of her. My free hand also got into his old place. I felt the warm, smooth skin of her thigh and briefly stroked it without wanting to. It was a kind of reflex, albeit a more pleasant one for me. What she thought was not clear to me. She recovered back and forth in front of me, as far as the place allowed what two things could mean.
Either it was a kind of shaking to get rid of me, or, what I hoped for an expression of benevolence. I didn’t know, but I wanted to try it out. I deliberately slide my hand over her thigh, whereby only the fingertips were involved. They rubbed hardly noticeably over the smooth skin. It was enough to create a shaking with her as if a cold shower ran down her back. No more took place. If it had been warm around me before, I was now also inside.
I got the heat in my head, made me braer. I carefully pulled my hand up, hit the hem of the dress and slowly pushed it up. Soon I felt how the thighs went into the buttocks and stroked it over it. In response, she suddenly pushed herself against me and held my hand between us. To solve them, I had to pull them forward. I loved her gently and got in front of her abdomen.
This will take advantage of this immediately. She reached for my hand and before I could do something else, she clamped it between her legs. I couldn’t pull them out between their thighs anymore, and it didn’t want to. Instead, I pulled her up and the woman loosened the clasp by itself. Now the way was clear for me. I carefully approached my goal, would have preferred to cheer when my hand pushed against a very thin fabric that stopped me entertaining.
In the meantime there was a place behind me that I no longer wanted. I stayed where I was, was in my actions. I continued to feel careful and she opened her thighs for me, put her legs apart. Now it was easy for me to pull the thin curtain aside and struggle through short, curled hair that meadows me. It flowed hotly towards my fingers who bathed in the wetness. They researched the surroundings, dipped into the swollen column, found the above button that longed for my touch.
When I found him, she didn’t twitch back, on the contrary, she pushed her abdomen, I wanted me to rub her closer. I couldn’t avoid this urge. I rubbed the side against it, tapped the fingertip light on it, rubbed over the hard button that came towards me. I heard the oppressed, groaning sounds of her quietly. She had turned her head to me a little and I could see her red lips, who were also swollen.
This opened and her tongue came out, drove over it and left a moist track that glittered in the light. Now I researched the rest of the area, continued to slip below it and found the source of the moisture. Here I dived with one finger, took a second next time. When she put her legs apart, a third followed, between which her juice ran on my palm and dripped onto the floor from there.
I pushed from below several times, penetrated as far as I could. Now I put my chin on her shoulder, she could hear it better, took her smell all the more clear. “More quickly?“, I whispered her directly into her auricle and she nodded. I didn’t let this say twice. My fingers penetrated at a frenzied speed, and I pulled my other hand out of the loop, with it also reached around her abdomen. I didn’t care about anything now, apparently you too.
While my fingers penetrated her, the added found the hard pearl that had been waiting to give the woman the rest. She groaned louder than before when I rubbed the hard knob, almost abused it. Suddenly a jerk went through her body and I held it so that she didn’t put them together. She stiffened for a moment and I heard her breathing violently. She kept my finger caught between her thighs, she didn’t let it escape.
When she relaxed, I noticed that I had reached a stop in front of my destination. It was little time to finish me. I hurriedly pulled my hand back and wiped it on my pants quickly. At that moment the door opened and I had to get out. The young woman went in front of me, also left the train, which was good for me, because it took a while until my stiffer gave up his condition.
He stood away from me and her body partially covered it. She turned to me on the platform and smiled at me. “Hey Tobi, nice that it worked, I had already feared that you would sleep. Thanks for the fulfillment of my dream!“I grinned at her and pointed with a finger to the place where a clear bump was previously. “And what about that?“I asked her and she had to laugh.
“He will get his dream, there was something with the outdoor pool or not?“Now I had to grin broadly than before. We handed our hands and went together towards the outdoor pool.
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