Adultery veili and Stranger on the Train

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She was alone in her office and she glanced at the door to check it was closed. She inserted two fingers through the gap in her blouse and began to touch her breasts. She let out a sigh at the touch. She did not understand why she was feeling so horny. She had more sex in the last month than ever before but she never felt satiated. She still yearned for more.

She heard the door handle move down and quickly moved her fingers out of her blouse and adjusted herself. She tried to shake the feelings off as she regained her composure.

By the end of the day Khadijah was looking forward to be going home so she could finger these feelings away. A darker side of her wished she would encounter that pervert once more on the train.

Khadijah was late leaving the office as she had to finish up some paperwork for Fatima's accommodation as she had managed to source a flat share for her. She was tired and was eager to get home as she wanted to take care of her needs.

The train was quiet as she had missed the rush hour commuters. She was able to find a seat in a relatively quiet carriage. Just before the doors closed an older gentleman entered the carriage.

He was wearing a flat cap and dark framed glasses. He had a rolled up newspaper in his hand. He was tall and was carrying a beer gut. The carriage was empty but for an old lady sat at the front of the carriage. For some reason unknown to Khadijah the old man took the seat next to Khadijah. His hand was brushing against her thigh.

Khadijah shuffled slightly away from him to give him some space but they were still sat pretty close to each other and only a few centimeters apart. The old man unfurled his paper and held it to the side of him.

Khadijah picked up her phone from her bag to distract herself as he seemed to be acting strange.

All of a sudden I heard a zipper being pulled down and I looked to my side to see a large fat white cock. The dirty old man had pulled out his cock like it was the usual thing to do. He was already so hard. Khadijah could not believe how big and thick the cock was. It was the biggest cock she had ever seen and she wondered if she could fit her hand around it. She looked around in a panic but the old woman's view was blocked by the unfurled newspaper.

Khadijah looked back and she was lost in thought as she began take in the cock in more detail. Almost instinctively she began to reach out for it. There was a need to touch it or feel it deep within her.

She gulped the saliva in her mouth and tried to gather her thoughts. She quickly stopped herself before she did anything and looked back at her phone.

The stranger casually opened his newspaper and appeared to be reading his paper as though it was the most casual thing in the world. Khadijah could not believe the surreal atmosphere between them.

Khadijah would sneak glances at his cock but look away each time. There was saliva building in her mouth and her panties were wet with each glance. She was fighting the temptation within her as she was drawn to that cock like it was a magnet.

The hard cock began to bob from side to side and Khadijah could not take her eyes off it. The old man folded the paper over and held it with one hand. His right hand began to brush against the outside of Khadijah's thigh and she sighed at this new touch. Why was this man so bold with her?