30-06-2022, 01:58 PM
Tommy as he was known to his friends, found himself in a crisis point in his life. He had lost his job 3 months ago during the pandemic and at the age of 60 he was unable to find another job. He had money to comfortably live but he missed the daily grind. Tommy was tall and had a good natural physique but he had recently taken to day drinking.
Despite no longer having a reason to go into the city, he found himself on the subway train every morning out of habit. He would spend the day in the city before returning home.. He had noticed Khadijah two weeks earlier. She had a fresh look about her unlike the usual tired office ladies and their stale make up.
There was a change Tommy noticed this particular day about this woman. She seemed distracted in her thoughts and he noticed the brush against the strangers crotch despite everyone else being oblivious to it.
On the train ride back he noticed the veili woman watching other men on the train with hungry eyes. He looked ahead when she glanced in his direction. There seemed to be a hunger about her today that was different to what he had seen before.
The train had a bump and she fell into a man that was behind her. It was an innocuous coming together that was common during rush hour but Tommy noticed that she pressed her ass back into him. This was missed by all around him but not by him.
Instead of staying on the train as he would usually, he usually alighted two stops later, he found himself getting off the train behind this veili woman. He watched as she elegantly walked along the streets. It was the height of summer and the dress seemed to cling to her body. He imagined the sweat on her body holding her dress in place. There was something about her that was drawing him in. He was following her like an animal stalks their prey. He sensed she was a bitch in heat.
Tommy felt something he had not in some time. He had lost any resemblance of a libido once he lost his job but as he watched this veili walk along the streets, he felt those old feelings begin to stir and there was an unmistakable erection in his trousers. He watched as she entered her apartment building before making his way home.
Khadijah was relieved to be home and stripped out of her dress as she stood before the mirror. Her body looked so good as she looked at herself in the mirror. She began to run her hands over her large breasts and squeezed them over the bra cups. She took a breath as she felt a tingle of excitement run through her body.
She reached down and touched between her legs. Her briefs were completely soaked with her fluids. Her aroused state was obvious.
The week was going to be a struggle and she decided to release some of the tension that was building up inside of her.
She picked up her laptop and went to the internet page with the erotic stories she loved so much. Only this time the only stories she wanted to read involved women being groped on the train.
She was becoming so horny and hot from reading the steamy action that she was pulling her tits by her nipples and letting them slap back against her body.
She was feeling so hot and horny and began to flick her clit as the story became more and more steamy.
She shoved two fingers into her cunt and began to fuck herself roughly.
Her other hand slapping her fat tits as she began to lose herself to her lust.
"Yaaaaaa Aallllllaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" She screamed as she finally came.
She was able to sleep a little easier that night but her dreams were plagued by thoughts of being groped and fucked on the train. She woke up wet and sweaty from the hot night. She needed another cold shower to freshen up for the work day.
There was a tendency towards conservative dresses for Khadijah but today she was feeling a little naughty.
She decided to pick out a pencil skirt and a silk blouse. She chose to wear stockings under her skirt. For most girls the knee length skirt she had picked out would be considered rather mundane office wear but for Khadijah who had only worn abaya's and other traditional ---c dresses, this was a significant withdrawal from her usual practice. She was feeling sexy while watching her curves and body straining against her clothes in the mirror. Her ass looked like it was begging to be spanked.
Despite no longer having a reason to go into the city, he found himself on the subway train every morning out of habit. He would spend the day in the city before returning home.. He had noticed Khadijah two weeks earlier. She had a fresh look about her unlike the usual tired office ladies and their stale make up.
There was a change Tommy noticed this particular day about this woman. She seemed distracted in her thoughts and he noticed the brush against the strangers crotch despite everyone else being oblivious to it.
On the train ride back he noticed the veili woman watching other men on the train with hungry eyes. He looked ahead when she glanced in his direction. There seemed to be a hunger about her today that was different to what he had seen before.
The train had a bump and she fell into a man that was behind her. It was an innocuous coming together that was common during rush hour but Tommy noticed that she pressed her ass back into him. This was missed by all around him but not by him.
Instead of staying on the train as he would usually, he usually alighted two stops later, he found himself getting off the train behind this veili woman. He watched as she elegantly walked along the streets. It was the height of summer and the dress seemed to cling to her body. He imagined the sweat on her body holding her dress in place. There was something about her that was drawing him in. He was following her like an animal stalks their prey. He sensed she was a bitch in heat.
Tommy felt something he had not in some time. He had lost any resemblance of a libido once he lost his job but as he watched this veili walk along the streets, he felt those old feelings begin to stir and there was an unmistakable erection in his trousers. He watched as she entered her apartment building before making his way home.
Khadijah was relieved to be home and stripped out of her dress as she stood before the mirror. Her body looked so good as she looked at herself in the mirror. She began to run her hands over her large breasts and squeezed them over the bra cups. She took a breath as she felt a tingle of excitement run through her body.
She reached down and touched between her legs. Her briefs were completely soaked with her fluids. Her aroused state was obvious.
The week was going to be a struggle and she decided to release some of the tension that was building up inside of her.
She picked up her laptop and went to the internet page with the erotic stories she loved so much. Only this time the only stories she wanted to read involved women being groped on the train.
She was becoming so horny and hot from reading the steamy action that she was pulling her tits by her nipples and letting them slap back against her body.
She was feeling so hot and horny and began to flick her clit as the story became more and more steamy.
She shoved two fingers into her cunt and began to fuck herself roughly.
Her other hand slapping her fat tits as she began to lose herself to her lust.
"Yaaaaaa Aallllllaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" She screamed as she finally came.
She was able to sleep a little easier that night but her dreams were plagued by thoughts of being groped and fucked on the train. She woke up wet and sweaty from the hot night. She needed another cold shower to freshen up for the work day.
There was a tendency towards conservative dresses for Khadijah but today she was feeling a little naughty.
She decided to pick out a pencil skirt and a silk blouse. She chose to wear stockings under her skirt. For most girls the knee length skirt she had picked out would be considered rather mundane office wear but for Khadijah who had only worn abaya's and other traditional ---c dresses, this was a significant withdrawal from her usual practice. She was feeling sexy while watching her curves and body straining against her clothes in the mirror. Her ass looked like it was begging to be spanked.
जिंदगी की राहों में रंजो गम के मेले हैं.
भीड़ है क़यामत की फिर भी हम अकेले हैं.
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