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************************************************** ****** We had settled the deal earlier this week. He ordered the train tickets and sent mine to me. The purpose of it all was to have some fun and for me to earn a little bit of extra money; being a student, every bit helped. We had talked online for about two months and he didn't seem to be a creep, though he was twice my age, maybe more. He?d never told me his exact age.*The arrangement was that I?d get on board and he could do whatever he liked, as long as we didn't get caught. When I boarded he would already be in his seat and it was just for me to sit down.I am confident with my looks today; I?d dressed myself up in high heeled black boots, stay ups and a short black skirt, and I had left the three top buttons on my short sleeved white shirt open, revealing my cleavage. My heart pounds as I* wait for the train to arrive; it?s late. Isn't that typical, I think to myself, lighting another cigarette and trying to calm down. What if he had missed the train, or if he had let the seat over to another person? I have no clue what he looks like. The train arrives and I feel my cheeks flush with excitement as I board. Walking down the narrow aisle between rows of seats, I double check my ticket. Seat 47. Passing 75 now. Oh dear Lord, what have I gotten myself into? The train starts moving; no turning back now. No way of returning. We had discussed this. If I wanted to back out I could, no worries about it. We would just have a little chat, I would get off at the next station, and he'd pay my ticket home. But I don't want to turn back. I want to be able to tell my friends when we get older about my adventurous youth, and have them all in awe, make them regret that they?d never lived out their fantasies or tried dangerous things. 47. There it is. An older man is sitting in it. I'm positive it?s him. ?Hello, I believe that is my seat,? I say politely, as you do to a stranger who is obviously sitting in your spot.He looks at me and smiles.?Ah, I'm ankara travesti sorry. I will move over. Unless you want the window seat???I'm fine with either.? I reply. He thinks for a moment and then smiles at me before switching seats. It is fairly empty in this car. I unzip my jacket and take it off, lean over him, and put it on the hanger by the window, giving him a good peek down my shirt. He takes a deep breath and holds it, probably smelling my perfume. ?It's been lovely weather this week, don't you think?? He says as I sit down, brushing my skirt under me. ?Yes, it has.? I smile. ?I'm on my way to a boring conference. Good to have a lovely lady as company. Where are you headed, miss???I'm going to visit a friend for the day. I'll be on the train to the very end.??I see. And what do you do for a living, miss???I'm studying at the moment. Mostly languages. Extending my last year of study at the university.? ?What languages???Reading some Japanese. I always wanted to go to Japan and see Akihabara.?He nods at me and smiles, clearly not interested in talking about that sort of thing. ?Newly boarded?? A tall and handsome man about 35 years of age interrupts us.?Yes, me.?He takes my ticket and smiles at me.?Have a nice trip.??Thank you.?As the man walks away I feel my seat partner put his knee closer against mine, gently letting his pinky run back and forth along my kneecap. I try my hardest to relax and not seem tense. He looks into my eyes, smiling. I nod back, parting my lips slightly. I look at his crotch and see a growing bulge. He isn't the best looking man, but he is interesting. His face is a bit plump. He has gray, almost white hair, still darker in places. He isn't skinny, but he isn?t really fat, either. He has that body older men usually get when living a good life with more good food than exercise. His hand wanders over to my knee from his. I see the black in his eyes grow as he tenderly lets his hand slide up my thigh. I'm not really paying attention to what he says, but ankara travestileri I manage to keep the conversation going. Something about how good it must be to be young and youthful. About all the fun things ahead.In between two sentences, he squeezes in an order.?I remember when I went on a train the first time. It was a steam locomotive. Put your hand on my thigh. I was so excited to go, but a bit scared. Do you remember the first time??I do as he asks and put my hand on his thigh. He's breathing a bit more heavily now. ?No, I have no memory of my first time on a train. I've used it very often. I think my mum must have taken me on the train when I was young.?He chuckles and I realize that his mind had read my words in more than one way. I blush slightly. Not because I am embarrassed, but I know it will add to his pleasure with me acting a bit more innocent. I feel his hand move up along my leg and squeeze my thighs together. He grunts and let his fingers part my legs slightly, and he slides his hand upward. I'm sure he can feel the warmth from my pussy. He doesn't look at me; he looks around the train, keeping his part of the deal - us not getting caught. I let my hand slide closer to his bulge, trying to make my movements seem a bit insecure. It's all part of the play. He takes ahold of my hand and steers it to his bulging cock, leaning over to me and quietly talking to my ear. ?Just rest your hand there until I hump it; then I want you to start rubbing it.* For now just feel it grow.?I nod at him; this is a fun game that I really enjoy. No one is looking. Everyone's sleeping or reading or watching movies. All we seem to have to worry about is that handsome tall man and the upcoming new passengers. His hand moves up, stroking along my panties. He moves his fingers over the fabric and I can feel how they get damp from his light touch. The bulge under my hand twitches slightly, and I start to wonder about his size. How big could it be? How long? How was the girth? I still can't travesti ankara tell with it just gently pushing up against my relaxed palm, but I'm not allowed to move my hand. Not allowed to find out just yet. Was this his intention, to make my mind wander and make me more and more aroused?He slides a finger under the edge of my panties and strokes my lips with the backside of his finger. I hear someone walking further down the car. He withdraws his hand and removes mine just before I look up and into the eyes of the tall handsome man from before. His name tag says his name is Erik. He smiles, once again, as me and my partner in crime take up our conversation, talking about whatever unnecessary things there are. About things that none of us have to think to have a conversation about.* ?So since you are studying, maybe you get stiff from all that reading??He puts his finger to his nose, smells my pussy's scent, and grunts, pleased with himself. ?Yes. I suppose I do get a bit stale.?"Lean forward and I will see if I can help you a little. We had a course last year from the company. The ladies at work say I'm quite good.?I lean forward like he asks and he begins to gently massage my neck. His massaging turns into caresses, making my skin tingle all along my body. His hands move down my neck, over my shoulders, and further down my back, feeling my breasts from the sides. My breathing thickens. I lean my head against the seat in front of me, my nipples getting teased by the fabric in my shirt as I am rocked slightly from his touch and the motion of the train. I'm not sure I can hold my composure much longer. My mind flashes back and forth between the younger and the older man. I feel one of his hands move along the outside of my thigh and in under my skirt while his other hand still is working on my back, over to my side, stroking along my firm breast.He slides his hand up along my bum cheek, under my panties. This man really knows how to move his hands. He is firm but gentle, teasing and exploring with no hint of hesitation. My mind goes back to his cock swelling under my palm earlier and I put my hand on his knee to show what I want. He laughs a bit, but does not act. The next station is announced and we sit back again.