‘Pretty lady on a train’, (the reveal – pt4)

Original fiction written by ©Andrew 

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Continued……………………….gasped my last breath and died!

And here’s you thinking I was going to the dining car, Emily and I sharing lunch together, me fingering her wet pussy as we ate dover sole 😉

Part 4

Hedgerows streaked past my carriage window now replacing the flat green moorland with its purple tipped heather. Then feeling a tap on my shoulder, a shock near stopping my heart from beating, I opened my eyes and there looking down at me stood a man dressed in blue tunic and matching coloured hat, his hand now recoiling after having shocked my body into life, the other clasping a small metal ticket puncher reflecting sunlight now streaming through our train carriage window. 

I’d fallen asleep hadn’t I!

I looked at the gentleman’s face, paused then sideways glanced to where my young female friend was sitting, she’d gone, disappeared, only minutes ago I’d been chatting to a pretty young lady with long auburn hair and now her seat was empty. 

“Where is she?” I exclaimed at the ticket collector a look of disbelief across my face, glancing again at her now vacant seat because to my utter astonishment she’d vanished! My new young friend called………was no where to be seen!

Panic in my eyes, still coming to my senses I turned to the man dressed in blue uniform and asked, “where’s Emily?” Soon followed by darker thoughts though nothing is surprising anymore me on this the most unusual day of my life!

Am I coming across as too calm and collected or is this one silly post to many?

‘Last time I saw Emily she was pushing me out the carriage door, screaming like a lunatic hatred in her eyes as if she was the living devil herself, me falling onto the tracks, hitting my head on sharp grey stone dying a horrible death!’

However I am most definitely alive!’

Then a lucidity common-sense sanity and comfort enveloped by brain, bringing me back to my senses, I’d been dreaming hadn’t I, five ten minutes ago a combination of warm air and carnal excitement had nudged me into a deep sleep and now looking at the train official’s face one third time, reality finally dawned on me, my violent death, laying in a pool of blood, my train disappearing toward Gromont station had all been a dream.

“Sir you’re back in the land of the living” my train official replied with a chuckle, then beginning to move away, having spotted the lady with the daughter waving her hand to catch his attention, he replied one final time and I might add blushing also,

“what I’d been meaning to tell you sir………..well how can I put this………..your wife has asked me from inside the lavatory, can you please bring her some tissues!” And now his cheeks a full crimson red…………..”our train company has messed up on consumables!”

And with that he turned and rather quickly made for the opposite end of our carriage,

“Oh my god” I said to myself again looking at the cushioned seat where Emily once sat “this IS the strangest day of my life!”

Reaching for tissues in my pocket and rising out of my seat, excitement reinvigorating my sanity, I moved towards the open door feeling a bulge in my jeans making it uncomfortable to move, anticipating what I assumed would be sex and hoping this girl called Emily didn’t want to show me the art deco sink tap fittings!

My heart began to race again! Fresh blood making the cheeks of my face burn and my penis broaden to its full girth!

Balancing myself as I pushed that same headrest, passing through that same door Emily had minutes earlier I near stumbled into the dimly lit space coupling the two carriages together and approaching a door to my left slightly ajar, because as we all know open bathroom doors mean its un-vacated also taking a sharp intake of breath I decided to enter!

Squeezing my slim body around the oak door panel, opening into a space no larger than three metre’s square, I looked straight ahead facing the dark silhouette of a woman resting her ass on the corner of a clean white ceramic sink, hands clasping the white china supporting herself.

The woman was Emily, a dark silhouette affront a window emanating such a bright light into our dimly lit cubicle making my eyes sting uncomfortably as they adjusted to the dark against white contrast. My shoes now glued to the spot I paused, then she near leapt toward me flinging her arms around my shoulders drawing my body tightly into hers.

“What took you so long” she whispered, “I take it the ticket man said I wanted tissues, f*ck where have you been?”

“I fell asleep didn’t I!!!” relief in my voice.

‘Omg’ the warmth from her body against mine, the warmth of the affection between us was intoxicating a sexual excitement making me swallow hard! Then with her mouth close to my ear she whispered softly,

“Andrew we’ve only fifteen minutes before Gromont, enough time for me to feel you inside me”,

“yes!” I replied “oh god yes…….please!…………….Emily I need to f*ck you.”

An icy cold shudder flowed through my body, an omg flashed across my mind like fork lightening across blackened midnight skies, in a state of panic, you have to believe this wasn’t disappointed resignation, for whatever her answer I was by now so sexually excited, my dick engorged with blood so hard the throbbing in my groin painful within my tight jean crotch, my mind was made up to f*ck Emily.

I’m a kind quiet gentleman but a sexually excited male is always minutes away from animalistic copulation, a desperate need to release his ejaculate urges him on, an eroticism as old as man himself and it’s at time’s like these an excited male however decent a man may not be able to stop from forcing himself inside a woman, how many occasions have you screwed outdoors in fits of passion having forgotten protection?

‘Protection! Sh*t I’ve no condom!’

My mind ablur, pleasure giving chemicals surging through my brain I dropped my hands to my belt, all the while breathing deeply into her ear, she wasn’t going anywhere I thought to myself Emily trapped between china sink and the whole front of my body arms around my neck pulling me in to her. I leaned back slightly, this bloody train was beginning to make me angry near throwing me sideways into partitioning walls, my waist no longer pressing into hers I unbuckled my belt fumbled my jeans button open, unzipping, at last feeling the relief as my penis sprung forward from constraints of my jeans its purple tip trapped against raw cotton blue denim.

Then in a moment of clarity, my dick comfortable at last, my heart still thumping I calmly said to her,

To be continued…………………

©Andrew

 

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‘Pretty lady on a train’ (the twist – pt3)

Original in every way, a story written by me ©Andrew 

My erotic tale is sexually explicit (err very but if you know me it’s a happy good natured tale and my favourite :/ ) anyways if you’d like to read then feel free to comment I’ll give you the password and if you wish I’ll delete the comment. 🙂

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Click here for Pretty lady….. pt2

Continued……………… swallowing hard I replied a boyishly quiet “because I’d love to see them”, then feeling ever more confident,

“because I want to suck one of those hard nipples”, trying not to laugh at the same time!

A thought flashed my mind, wow I’d said that involuntary without any self control, I deserved a slap around the cheeks, Emily crying out for the guard, an accusation of sexual harassment.

“No” Emily replied recoiling away, my face must have been a picture, mouth wide open me with thoughts of jeeze what have I gone and done now, the pits of my stomach ached as though punched hard!

I was dumfounded frozen in time, not a part of my body moved as I watched her stand from of her rather grimy cushion, then she threw me another one of her sweet smiles, omg I’ve never been more relieved in my whole life, she inched her slim hips around the desk showing me shapely strong looking thighs inside tightest of tight blue jeans and as she moved I watched the raw cotton follow the contour of her crotch, that oh so sexy curve of a woman’s body disappearing through vagina bridge back towards what I assumed was a trim ass.

Then my attention’s suddenly drawn to her face again, the outline of Emily’s sexy frame, a gorgeous slender figure gracefully rising, her hand reached out fingers clasping onto the headrest next to the door frame, door already held open by a door stopper so as to allow refreshment carriages to pass through. Pausing looking across at me, standing tall now balancing between seat inside this old carriage rhythmically swaying side to side. 

Slipping her rain coat up over her shoulders, throwing it back to the seat she’d just vacated, now looking the handsome young woman she actually was, stretchy cotton tee shirt hiding her slim waist yet clinging to her body over large breasts jiggling in response to our train weaving itself through rain sodden northern moorland. Emily looked into my eyes, smiled, momentarily glancing down toward the other end of the carriage ascertaining how many people accompanied us, for your knowledge, I was correct a lady and her five year old daughter many rows away, she returned her gaze and in hushed voice knowing our micro family could be listening, said,

wait one minute then follow me through that door”, pointing as she moved away, catching my eye with a tiny wink

In a state of near shock, I reclined my body into soft cushions, rubbed mist off the glass gazing out the window hedgerows streaked past replacing the monotony of purple tipped heather, wow I thought to myself they’d never believe this at work my heart rate slowing a little, and now she wants me to follow her to the bathroom, I smiled to myself ‘are you going after her or sit here and read your book?’ twenty minutes ago I was a tourist making my way to a Yorkshire village famous for drama’s on the telly, now I’ve just been propositioned by a hiker called Emily.

One agonising minute passed!………………..Then one more………..then another, I’d nodded off into a deep sleep, head cocked to one side resting deep into the cushioned headrest, a combination of heat rising from the heater beneath the bench seat, rhythmic rocking of the coach, excitement from meeting Emily, prospects of probably the most fantastic sexual experience in my life all sent me to sleep!

Another five minutes, then I near jump out of my skin! The shock of a gentle tap on my shoulder near killed me stone dead, coming to my senses, I looked up at a man standing wearing blue hat with ticket puncher in his hand,

“My apologies sir!” he said, “but I’m afraid I must see your ticket, quickly I rush rummaged through my pockets handing it to the train guard whilst hurriedly barging past him hand grabbing the same head rest Emily had touched many minutes previous,

“Oi careful” he exclaimed “what about this ticket” pushing it toward me, I paused turning round grasping the white piece of card breathing ever quicker.

“And you’ll be wanting this” producing what looked like a pair of pink panties still damp from his pocket with the other hand! “But five minutes ago a young lady walked right past you, coming up to me whilst I chatted to a lady and her young daughter!”

“WHAT” I said in a panicked state of mindless confusion!

“You were asleep sir, your wife paused to look at you then near ran up to me pressing this underwear into my hand, she glanced at the mother, called her a nosey bitch then ran up the aisle in that direction” as he pointed to the open carriage door furthest from me,

“Crying she was sir, very upset.”

I sat back down in Emily’s seat both my hands pressing upwards into my cheeks tearful eyes staring straight ahead.

“Well I’ll bid you a goodbye” patronised the guard, pressing the pink cotton cloth into a palm of my hand then proceeding to walk through the carriage door Emily had walked through but ten minutes earlier.

I looked down at the scrunched up ball of material resting upon my unfurled hand and could just make out a large round circle of red, she’d been bleeding into her panties gusset hadn’t she!

You can imagine the state I’m in, shaking my head angry at myself, “how could you be so stupid”, I mumurred to myself, grief stricken distraut “jeeze Andrew you were gonna f**k her and now Emily’s gone.

Wait I said to myself, this is a train, it hasn’t stopped no one’s gotten off, head out of my hands a look of dawning composure crossed my face,

‘EMILY IS STILL ON THIS TRAIN!’

Holding that thought in my mind I turned and ran along the carriage aisle, right past a startled mother pulling her daughter close to her bosom, carried on running I did through the open entrance doorway, past a closed toilet door, coming to a breathless halt in that small area where two cars at joined together.

Second giant shock of that afternoon who’s standing before me? Emily naked not a stitch of clothing on her body, right arm outstretched her hand clasping shiny handle of an open carriage door, the one you use to alight and depart. The wind rushing inwards, sounds of clackety clack as the carriage hurtled along it’s tracks, the sound banging in my head so loud I couldn’t make out the words Emily was mouthing me, looking upwards from her feet she’s a vision of Venus, brunette mound of hair sprouting from her vagina her tits jumping up and down to the rocking rhythum of the coach my gaze upwards again her pretty smile had disappeared, blood red replacing emerald green in her eyes.

“What are you saying” I shouted, “what!” “I can’t hear!” With that she beckoned me closer with her free hand, dutifully I felt my way forward outstretched hand pushing against the toilet door inching me forward until one foot distance lay between us.

“What!” I shouted again the mixed cacophony of noise deafening both our hearing senses.

Emily that sweet smile wiped from her face, evil anger in her eyes, viciously groweled shouting ” You missed your chance you c*nt” whilst throwing her head back screaming like a lunatic, then with all her might this slim woman could muster, lunging both hands into my chest, me losing all sense of balance, this possessed she devil pushed me out the open door, my hands unable to clasp the door frame as I fell through on to the tracks where I smashed my head against sharp stones, gasped my last breath and died!

And here’s you thinking I was going to the dining car, Emily and I sharing lunch together, me fingering her wet pussy as we ate dover sole 😉

To be continued………..

©Andrew

Erotica. Pretty girl on a train pt2/5

Original in every way, a story written by me ©Andrew (unlike every other post on Blog Andrew my tale is a complete ‘work’ of fiction)

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Continued from pt1 of 4………………

The lady bloggers I hoped would read my story have done which makes me so happy 🙂 however if you’re one who missed lol, comment and I’ll give you the password. Why have I done this? All of a sudden I became all precious and self important, truth is I enjoyed writing this one and the people I care about liked 🙂 that’s all.

…..my lame reply didn’t seem to matter, awkwardness and silence broken we began to chat about where we lived, occupations that employ us, partner’s, oh yes I managed to slip that one in! Turns out we’re both ‘single’ and in truth I am, but a pretty young lady like Emily is NO WAY single yet she wears no wedding ring, no engagement ring and as you’re too well aware a guy always looks at a girl’s ring fingers!

Warmth flowed between us and friendly conversation is struck up, it’s a given Emily and I liked each other, oh yes I forgot to tell you she’d let slip her name was Emily, a pretty name don’t you think? Hmm, Andrew and Emily has a nice ring to it, where was I, yes she wore no rings, maybe a woman who’s up for extra marital sex removes her band of gold, yet a girl betrothed sometimes leaves her engagement on! Confuses me so, is she single or is she not?

Returning my gaze to her red lips appearing fuller rosier in colour now, hmm that’s odd Emily wore no lipstick! Our shared carriage had been warmed by hot air blowing up from under the seats, the engine working harder pulling this great length of carriage had plumped Emily’s lips, flushed her cheeks a soft shade of pink, our heated intimate carriage space ensuring her feminine sexiness sparked alive, a wicked thought crossed my mind, doesn’t warmth inside a lady’s pelvic region make something else down there blush rosy red, make her catch a breath as she crosses her legs!

Fifteen or so minutes pass into our journey together our conversations became happier and fun, giggles from her at my small talk, takes me a while to relax but once warmed I like to think myself as an amusing guy, a turn of phrase here and there, an anecdote one or two amused her and by now a quarter into our journey we are good friends.

Then Emily did something quite unexpected she ceased talking, looking down at her map sole purpose unfurling the sheet a concentration drawn to most probably how far we’d travelled! Oh shit I said to myself leaning back, elbows still resting on the tables edge, ‘what did I say wrong’, ‘why’s she suddenly lost interest’ my mind went into overdrive ‘has it crossed her mind we’re becoming that little bit too familiar that little over friendly for two complete strangers who’d only just this met’, my heart sank, I wasn’t chatting her up, most definitely not, I’m shit at that anyways, I’m the last man alive to pull birds in a nightclub ambitions to leave the club with a young lady, find ourselves a dark alley where she’ll lean her back against a wall, lift up her dress, pull down her knickers and I’ll penetrate her forgetting my condom, a little worse for wear but still sane enough to withdraw come the time.

I watched her head drop fingers tracing coloured lines denoting roads on her walkers map, with resignation I sighed an ‘Oh well the young lady’s mind’s elsewhere’ oblivious hunched over her fully unfurled paper drawing. Then looking up, sparkling eyes piercing mine catching me watching her jiggling boobs with hard pointing nipples I felt my cheeks burn, didn’t matter though, she smiled moving closer, a hand reaching out, delicate fingers now warm to touch pulling my arm toward her, pressing my fingers into the table making sure they weren’t going anywhere, her head close to mine tips of her long brown hair touching the golden coloured table.

Her lips slightly parted made juicy from wetness of her tongue, so pretty my heart literally melted, then she spoke! Gosh her tone had changed, she’d suddenly transformed to a seductress, soft sexual overtones, a thought flashing across my mind, ‘wow if I’m not wrong this girl is chatting me up’. A radiant face had transformed Emily into a wilder more alive young woman, nipples so large I could trace the outline of her areola beneath thin cotton fabric keeping me hard.

“Andrew”,  breaking our silence eyes wide open and sparkling, “you’ve been looking at my tits from ever since you climbed aboard this carriage”, totally shocked by her intimate and dirty phrasing, yes dirty is the word what lady says tits to a complete stranger she’s never layed eyes on before?

As she spoke finger tips slowly made their way up my arm, onto my shoulder pulling me towards her again, feeling warm breath into my mouth, panting, her heart rate forcing air out more quickly from deep within her lungs, our foreheads now barely touching, my arm in a grip so tight ensuring I wasn’t to be going anywhere.

Then a sweet floral perfume breezed past my nostrils, “Come on answer” she said with a girly giggle, she didn’t care in the slightest so what we’ve only just met “So Andrew tell me why you’ve never stopped all journey”………..”they’re my best asset don’t you think?” Both of us now staring at two mounds beneath her thin cotton tee shirt.

To be continued….

©Andrew

Erotica. Pretty girl on a train pt1 (age 25!)

Please comment if you’ve had enough.

Original story written by ©Andrew only wish (big sigh) this one was true!

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English summer’s traditionally begin mid June and end early October, I should qualify with a usually lasts that long! So more often than not our summer days of decent weather lasts longer than people overseas may imagine, of course we don’t get months of hot searing heat radiating from white hot suns, no there’ll be few of those, but interspersed they’ll be many more wet windy and cold winter’s days, for example, days such as in this little tale. If you were riding this railway carriage with myself, a day’s excursion on the North York Moors, you’ll hear no end of well known British weather sayings, may even be one such as this,

“Winter’s come early”, said the young lady sitting on a cushioned seat near opposite me, her abruptness waking me out of my contemplative day dream, “pardon miss”, I replied with a shocked start!

“Winters’s come early”, she repeated pushing her arms and shoulders forward, fondly smiling, making out she was shivering and I’d guess pressing clenched hands deep into her lap. I say guess because a large wooden table fixed to left side of the carriage obscured my view of her waist down.

Such a strange involuntary reaction shivering, I wonder if it really helps one warm chilled frozen stiff muscles?

The young lady continued smiling at me, and don’t you find the timespan for a smile represents how greatly a lady likes you, what she wishes from you in return? Too short and she’s forcing herself to make small talk, too long and she’s really into you or is that soppy old Andrew reading too much into feminine flirtations again, when a lady starts to talk to me I fall in love. Happens a lot, I go all submissive puppy-like instantly wishing wanting needing her.

I returned a smile this time going one step further looking into her eyes, and now I’m inwardly panicking having been caught off guard, nervously I answered with possibly the lamest most awful reply known to man, wait for it!

“Yes but the weather man on the radio said it’ll brighten up by this afternoon”, when really I wanted to say something very different, my eyes glancing below her chin for a spilt second then lower still, returning upwards re capturing her gaze.

Oh yes what I really wanted to say to this pretty girl, not beautiful as in a makeup model straight from Vogue magazine beautiful, no she was very much the pretty girl next door type, lovely delightful appealing with curly long brunette hair resting atop her shoulders, ah recalling the actual question crossing my mind. me now feeling the very end of my dick tingle and twitch, shaft hardening to the point of feeling slightly uncomfortable inside tight jeans! what I really wanted to say was,

‘honey why are you not wearing a bra?’

I hadn’t caught notice of the ladies face or her bosom till a little way into our journey, the train had stopped at Gothland Station I clambered aboard, crossing a grubby green carpeted aisle, my legs touching brushing past her jeans on the way, making mental note she’s wearing walking boots, then plonking myself down on the seat by the window! I hadn’t given the lady a second glance really.

Well that’s untrue, seated I looked across for the briefest of moments, enough to see her head was bowed, I assume concentration etched across her face reading a map (hold that thought), then getting my act together I layed my belongings out on the table, sighed rather loudly then gazed out the window watching the incredible scenery pass before my eyes, only then after a couple of minutes did I turn my head in the direction of my female traveller, only then did I notice that her walkers rain coat was unzipped open exposing two mounds of a rather large breasts, within tight navy blue tee shirt I might add!

So of course my attention’s magnetically drawn to her rather prominent nipples pointing through the soft stretchy cotton, oh yes I noticed those two alright! Walking boots and an outdoor coat all indicate she was a hiker and here’s the payoff just like me, I’m virtually dressed the same without hard nipples.

The train pulls away and slowly rumbles its way through beautiful rain sodden countryside, flat and dark green only spongy heather for vegetation. Now comfortably settled with rucksack on the seat beside me, heritage train book and packed lunch an arms length away in front on the table, we rocked and rolled through a picture perfect beautiful landscape that attracts people from across the globe, yet on cold wintry summer days such as these, a low grey cloud, a persistent deluge of heavy rain meant we were the only two souls in the carriage.

Though hold on a second! Listening to a hushed chatter from what sounded like a young woman also muffled occasional squeals of laughter from a child we were NOT alone, a voice of slightly higher pitch making the number five pop into my mind. A girl of five years old, I guess a mother and daughter were seated at the very far end on a day out like us two strangers.

Anyways the change in weather meant only we four travelled today in a carriage pulled by this gruff throaty diesel engine, 1960’s, preserved for tourists in seek of nostalgia.

We trundled our way through rural Yorkshire me time to time glancing across our shared light coloured oak table, and looking about the rail car the whole interior was a soft golden hew, where was I? Voyeurism, every sixty seconds or so out of the corner of my eye I’d glance across at her breasts again jiggling side to side up and down, they were large enough to notice and certainly enjoyable to watch, bouncing higher when a carriage jumped two connecting rails, and I’d say round enough to know they’re more than a handful when holding one up, though now positioned a good couple of inches above her tummy, made no secret this I’d guess age 25 pretty young lady had boobs on the bigger side.

I thought to myself she should really be wearing a bra because they’re just that little too heavy not to be supported, in a few years when she reaches thirty they’ll drop, sag to not far above her belly button, but they’ll still look adorable parting a resting position well to sides of her chest still looking sexy as older woman’s boobs do, I nearly said to her ‘you’ll only ever get sexy cleavage again by wearing a Wonderbra’, I didn’t!

Anyways as you’ll have deduced by now my attention is drawn to her boobs rather than spectacular scenery, then totally out of the blue she looks up from the map she’s interestedly following and beams me such a sweet smile and saying,

To be continued…………

©Andrew

Pregnant in maxi-dress and lookin sexy?

c441705897f69c9b98a0aa237e5dee0eA post inspired by a pregnant woman who smiled at me as we passed each other walking along the lane that joins my home to Town. (July 2017)

Also prompted by a News story from America, apparently there was a little controversy (‘noise there’s always noise’ a quote 🙂 ) when a viewer branded anchor woman Laura Warren’s baby bump ‘disgusting’ by voicemail, I know I’m baffled to?

A question for you. In polite society is a guy allowed to say a pregnant lady can look sexy? Or is thinking let alone admitting a definite no no.

I’m not fishing for compliments here, this question genuinely honestly crosses my mind time to time, say as I’m commuting to work on the bus bored out of my mind.

The celebrity pictured below (who?) is ‘with child’ and in my learned opinion she is quite a few weeks in and not long till giving birth? And well I think she has a very sexy figure however she’s carrying someone inside so am I coming across as a little bit pervy? Don’t mean to!

Blog intermission, bit like those ice cream breaks you used to get at the cinema if you’re old enough to remember!

Quick update to my erotica tale, btw there won’t be another, you just DON’T know how much that post took out of me, I finished part 3 and thought OMFG 9 erotic fantasy writers have liked, Jeez, what if my story’s an ‘anti-climax’? Not to worry my erotic tale went ‘down’ well however I won’t be revealing fact from fantasy……….. 🙂 I’ll leave you to guess.

Intermission over.

Pregnant in maxi dress 2Returning to pregnant ladies, as I’ve told you I was walking into Town along the lane that crosses the Common and not far into my housing estate one sunny July morning all of a sudden I see a lady by herself walking toward me wearing a full length black maxi dress, you know the ones, they’re made like a long sock out of stretchy cotton fabric and it NEVER ceases to amaze me a maxi dress clings to every part of a ladies body as if spray painted on!

My guess is it takes a confident woman to wear one because they show every lump bump and curve of her body, the complete outline of her figure. Anyways she’s coming toward me and I’m sorry but I cannot not take my eyes from staring, not at her boobs hips waist through to the mound of her ‘you know what’ which is very clear to see, probably one of the sexiest dresses known to man, however I wasn’t looking at her figure I was kinda staring at her bump!

Honest of me :/

So this tall lady is approaching all on her own wearing a black maxi-dress and she looks astonishing for two reasons. One this is a bloody housing estate and she looks like lost her way to a posh restaurant, and secondly she is 30+ weeks pregnant with the largest most prominent bump I have seen in my whole life, and returning the gaze she must have seen my open mouth with incredulous double take!

I’m not kidding.

Well hold on before you pass judgement, I didn’t try to make her feel uncomfortable but as we approached and passed each other in the lane I wasn’t looking at her face I couldn’t take my eyes off her bump, yes slightly awestruck and I’ll admit to being transfixed, now here’s the conundrum! The maxi dress looked ‘figure hugging’ stunning on her as a woman, she looked drop dead sexy, her figure completely exposed from bust to hips to legs, if she wasn’t pregnant I’d have called her a goddess, however she was with child which in-fact made the dress look even better on her. But I’m so confused can I guy fancy a woman when she’s pregnant? Because she’s pregnant? View pregnancy as sexy? Or am I odd?

Don’t answer the last one, I am odd!!!

Well my story ends moments before we pass in the lane, awoken from my bump hypnotic daze and slightly shocked I remembered the lady had a face, here’s the thing I smiled and she smiled back BUT the exchange was one of those momentary connections you have time to time, our eyes met, neither was embarrassed and she would have seen I was slightly awestruck I’d been looking long enough. We smiled, me off to Town, her off to a dinner party with no date! But there was an intimacy, do you understand? She didn’t mind!

…………..and btw I will admit to turning round, and yes her ass looked just as fabulous in that maxi dress, bum cheeks the lot!

So there you are can pregnancy be sexy or have I completely lost the plot now.

©Andrew

Erotica, She let me cum……… pt3

An Original story written by ©Andrew 

(Continued from pt2)

yy99llllll……………..became friends, our email relationship had progressed to a point where one sunny afternoon in July, and not so long ago, I found myself in Chantelle’s London Flat ‘boudoir’ standing naked at the foot of a double bed inside her warm cosy bedroom, more precise I’d undressed totally nude only my hard cock to keep me company, holding it’s shaft in my hand a sort of comfort blanket, gently stroking calmed this horny guy excitedly anticipating heavenly pleasures only this voluptuous blonde could give me,

Oh did I say she was age 40!……………..Then through open door she walks this middle aged blonde goddess, with a big bum tight waste pert high round boobs, all dressed up as a nurse (backpage pic) in white mini-dress, her wide open cleavage as you’ve never seen in your life before.

We said hello, exchanged pleasantries and suddenly feeling quite emotional I moved to face her less than a metre apart, then peeking down her plunging neckline I moved closer still unbuttoning her all the way down, opening the white pinafore then slipping the soft cotton fabric backward over her shoulders, I remember standing transfixed dumb founded unable to move my eyes surveying up and down her pink naked body my brain trying to process this vision of beautiful naked womanhood. Chantelle has the firmest roundest most shapely breasts I’ve squeezed in my entire life, high and round about one handful. Then I place my hands above her hips pulling her body to me one final time, we embrace tightly, our heads along side each others, her baby soft cheeks pressing into my twelve hour stubble, her hushed voice saying,

“So Andrew what shall we do this fine afternoon?”

My heart beat slowed to normal, phew I thought to myself ‘we’re going to be ok, we’re going to have fun’ and completely relaxed I replied,

“Well in your email you said I could cum in your mouth and babe that sounds fine to me”, she giggled winked and said “not so fast honey, I want you inside my mouth but first some kissy kissy” and with that she grabbed great handfuls of my plump buttocks, her head leaning back giggling like the little girl Chantelle really was!

Then I kissed Chantelle, passionately, tongues deep inside the each other’s mouth, wet with saliva entwining dancing all you readers being aware there’s no body part more sensitive than the tongue………..we must have kissed for twenty minutes, you think I make this sh*t up? 😀 Nope, our embrace became tighter, bodies touching ever more intimate, my hands moving from hips to squeezing fat buttock cheeks then back to her hips again, we kiss ever more passionately, devouring, breathless into each other’s mouths, even red lipstick smeared across our lips, I thought her face appeared amusing until I saw my reflection in a mirror later.

I’m a boob man through and through, large or small pert or sagging, means no odds to me as long as I can play with them, suckle on a nipple, drink like a new born babe then I’m happy and satisfied. What does breast milk taste of? I’ve bottle fed my nephew with J’s own milk craving to suck just once but I didn’t!

I longed to touch Chantelle’s breasts, but our bodies were tooo close! “Loosen up girl!!!” I said momentarily pulling away!

We continued to kiss, two naked silhouettes drawn together, her arms wrapped less tightly around my waist pulling holding me against her, her warmth touched every part of the front of my body, such an affectionate embrace of two lovers who’d been here before. Aroused, sexually excited I struggled to slip my hand between our bodies so I could grope her firm breasts, but I’d been a worried man when we first cuddled, I could feel my aroused hardness pushing between her inner thighs, the pressure making the base of my purple bell end tingle, thousands of nerve endings electrified and I thought to myself ‘what if in my excitement I’d entered her, my now horizontal phallus pushed deep in to her wet vagina pressing against her womb, throbbing engorged with blood, hell I may have spontaneously orgasmed sticky cum inside, consensual mind, is involuntary semen exchange rape if she hadn’t expected my phallic explosion! But not to worry I missed her pink gash, I don’t much like fucking anyway but all’s well 🙂 my engorged phallus slipped between Chantelle’s warm squeezed thighs, briefly stroking wet labia lips, mind you hers did flap about a bit, we kissed and kissed and deep French kissed some more, many a minute passed before we spoke again.

I guess with tired lips and aching jaws we must have mutually sensed it time to stop the wonderful French, so backing away I moved on to her bed, body sinking into warm duvet and dutifully followed by my mature horny babe her wetness flowing out of her vagina like water drops slipping down glass in a rain storm, and like a reluctant virgin about to be deflowered on her wedding night she lay down beside me. We embraced affectionately then as tight as before, gently rolling over each other for what will be one of the more fantastic afternoons of my life, as for her? She always said she had fun but this time she wanted something different. 

So lovely readers 😀 we leave our two lovers for the moment, embraced facing each other kissing on the lips, all very tender and motionless.

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For months previous to first meeting we chatted time to time via email, Snapchat FB Twitter and Skype aren’t for me, aren’t for us, todays young internet generation can’t comprehend how two people can ‘play’ without help of social media and tell me where’s the harm daily writing to each other as our forbears would have? Do children today understand that written exchanges between lovers go as far back as Jane Austin times?

Who?

Love letters sent between lovers possessing intriguing codes secrets and hidden messages keeping each other guessing even after the letter is returned to it’s envelope, I enjoy email, it f*cking stresses me out mind, many a time I’ll press send then panic with questions of, ‘did I express myself as I intended? Oh God have I offended her? Worse still upset?’ Not to worry, more often than not my replies made her smile even laugh sometimes. Long ago I came to a decision not to on-line date, women have told me the horror stories, explained how scams work, perhaps I’m a cynic, for one thing is sure I know there are lots of lonely ladies out there, perhaps I should give it a try, honesty is one aspect of WordPress that is plain to see, the blogger you are reading is bearing her soul, truthful and trusting, me also because not a single word is a lie………………come to think of it perhaps on my old blog I did say I’d done anal, that must have been some weird dream because I haven’t been there…………..yet, enough and I’m SORRY!!!!!

Returning to naked me and Chantelle our bodies near joined as one tenderly rolling atop her double bed, me luckiest man alive hugging a beautiful mature lady……if a little overweight!

To be continued in my fourth and final part

©Andrew ❤

Erotica. She let me cum……… pt1

Original story written by ©Andrew

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……………then again perhaps I didn’t cum in her mouth and this is a fictional tale.
 
I remember sexy times with ladies as vivid images burnt across my mind, I remember conservations as if my brain possessed an old style tape recording machine, mental powers alone able to press a virtual reality play button whilst sitting on a commuting bus, gazing out the window daydreaming and bored………..Jeez there’s so many unforgettable conversations to replay then again some deeply regrettable, perhaps this is a privilege only bestowed upon persons using public transport? I really mean that, an opportunity tailor made for talented bloggers unlike me. (Ahh, but true!)

Yes you did read that right, public transport! It’s a question of time my lovelies solitary boredom feeds a wandering mind! Good that. 

Sometimes I glance around people sitting on the top deck going to work, all doing very little, a few talking in hushed tones and not many read or listen to music which might surprise you, perhaps the jolting swaying down country lanes puts people off I know it does me. Most are silent deep in thought gazing out the windows, and I’ll find myself sitting there watching faces so curious, wondering what conversations and life stories they are playing back on their virtual tape machines? Arguments, happy times, last night’s telly or daydreaming sexual encounters they’ve had or wished they’d had, that pretty Sunday School teacher, a large bust so out of proportion for her slender figure, morning worship and I’d sit in the pew behind staring at the back of her bra, fantasies of what wonders the lingerie held up.

How many of you have the opportunity to sit alone each day, calm quiet with only your thoughts for company and if you’re really unlucky, two hours each day. Squandered precious time, Yes of course it is!

The deck of a bus holds forty adults all sexes and ages trapped constrained by passengers sitting next to them, all with important places to go, yes I’d agree if you said self inflicted solitude is dull and boring, if that’s what you’re thinking, but I’m here to tell you commuting to work by bus or train is one of life’s opportunities to let your imagination run riot, here comes the naughty bit.

No word of a lie many a time I’ve been travelling to work on a bus with an attractive young lady sitting next to me, I ain’t no perv mind but if you said voyeur, I am. I have been known to surreptitiously keep half an eye on her legs if she’s wearing a dress or skirt, you see when a lady sits you’ll know her skirt hem slips towards her hips, gliding across smooth black nylon tights revealing her shapely thighs squeezed tightly together, pussy lips closed tightly shut, her hem line resting distance dependent on the skirt’s length to begin with. Inconsequentials such as skirt length can make or break a bachelors day, if the lady works for a bank I’ll see her knees and little else, if she’s a College student (age 16+) chances are her skirt hem stops inches below her soft cotton gusset, knickers filled with forbidden fruit tasting moist and sweet on a guys tongue………………well pussy’s always taste sweet to me!

Where was I? Commuting to work by bus! Hmm before becoming side tracked by thoughts of female legs I hope I’ve explained that far from being boring quiet solitude, the rhythmic side to side rocking of a bus allows one’s imagination to race with perhaps dreams of conquests past……………………or then again what to cook for the children’s tea tonight………. you pays your money you takes your choice……….. and those of you who blog, maybe you’re a little envious? Nah Andrew don’t be silly, the gift of time is ticking away.

Returning to me seated next to a young lady, when opportunity permits gazing at her smooth thighs (student not banker), and bare in mind commuting etiquette necessitates let’s call rule number one, that two human bodies never knowingly touch other, not even the slightest of contact’s……. do and you’ll get an evil glare, slip a hand between her thighs and you’ll get five years inside! ……..I’ll reach the end of this bloody ‘hosiery’ tale if it takes all evening!!!! Time to time I’ll peek at her black tighted thighs, highly erotic and turning me on but not exciting enough to give me a full hard on, the young lady quite oblivious unless she herself looks down aware blood is engorging my groin causing a hump in my jean crotch.

Little does she know, her oh so sexy legs recall memories of pleasant afternoon’s spent in bed with females of my own, my now perfumed neighbour overpowering my consciousness. I wait in eager anticipation when a bus stops hoping for a pretty lady to sit next to me, clutching her handbag drawn into her tummy and if I rest my elbow on the window seal, support the weight of my head via hand and forearm, I can twist my torso slightly and watch her out the corner of my eye without her noticing, I hope, and when the bus rides a bump I see her heavy bust bounce or jiggle if she’s little tits, really lucky if her collars open I may even see the hint of a bra cup, that quickens my breath and makes my heart beat a little faster, a vapour of cheap perfume wafting my nostrils, bras boobs black tighted thighs give rise to a harder phallus…………even came in my boxers once, wonder if she noticed………so ladies if you’re sitting on a train next to a guy don’t assume he’s contemplating the weather! 😉

Got there in the end! Am I a naughty boy? :/ Or am I worse?

I could write a book of tape recorded stories in my brain, oh I already have, they’re all on my first blog LONG ago deleted………….and why is a long story! But in hindsight I’m pleased I kept no copies, so beware all you poets, story tellers and bloggers, keep copies, back up your files! 

The heavenly tale I’m soon to tell, remember you still have an opportunity to run, all……..

To be continued, and I ain’t deleting this time! 1000 words done 2000 to go.

© Andrew ❤

‘Helen’s Striptease’ an old story ‘polished!’

After two years of ‘writing’ on WordPress some readers may possibly be aware I have no common single theme on Blog Andrew but I’ve always published with one aim and that is if at least one person enjoys reading whether that be photographs, a silly tale or even a cookery lesson then I’m happy and certainly don’t wish for awards and recognition. (As if 😀 )

Further still over the course of those two years I haven’t reblogged a previous Post which some will be thankful for! However for the first time I’m going to re publish a personal favourite in hope that people enjoy, the incident lol happened a good while ago and has been rewritten in part and this time I’ll be more truthful and say, judge me if you will, but this happened…………… anyways it’s my blog and all that so I’ll post again 😀

But beware this tale won’t be to everyone’s taste. ❤ ……….. and the next will be different again.Voyeur 4

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‘Where to begin? I’ll set the scene that’s a good place to start…………… One evening a good few years ago I was peeking through my slightly parted bedroom curtains, my body propped up against the window sill gazing out across the fields which lay behind the house opposite, tonight I was watching a truly spectacular thunder and lightening display, this evening I was privileged to witnessing mother nature’s awe inspiring power, raw unbridled magnificent energy, every few minutes I felt my house shake after loud claps of thunder overhead, several minutes further and my eyes would be momentarily blinded by phosphorous white lightening strikes thunderstorms so very specific to English hot summers, then finally tarmac bouncing rain quenching England of all stifling heat and humidity………….. luckily the rain would stay away for a few hours longer!!!

……….. below this display of electric lightening and bedroom rocking thunder a bright light suddenly appeared from the third story room window opposite, an angled rooftop window set against grey tiles, and a white luminance so bright it woke me from my magnificent daydream, so what vision did my focusing eyes see?

There standing before me in clear close view was the silhouette of a slim auburn haired middle aged lady standing waist up behind her window sill………. I knew her to speak to as my neighbour across the Street, a lady called Helen (not really), age 45ish attractive in a yummy mummy sort of way, I fancied her of course and she’s happily married to a lovely guy but I wouldn’t say no if she asked, I’ve seen her picking up leaves in the front garden and she’s a handsome figure of a woman, a young looking sexy 45 year old, even after ‘blank’ children she still has a trim figure.

In a state of nerves and shock, my mind trying to process what the f#ck was happening over the road, I quickly ran and rummaged through a draw for my binoculars, God knows how I didn’t break my neck on the laminate flooring, then quick as a flash I regained my position and with hands shaking drew the lenses to my eyes. I can remember clearly the moment Helen’s bright window appeared, crystal clear and pin sharp, a vision so close now I could make out expressions on her face and the room within, my heart pounding catching my breath I propped my elbows on the sill and watched!!!!! I’d seen breasts down blouses before, by chance mind, but now I was a proper voyeur lol.

I’ve seen and chatted to Helen many times before but seeing her tonight was a whole lot different, I assumed this was her spare room but I’ve no idea it being situated above my eye line and set well back behind Street’s view, no one but me could see Helen and she was safe in the knowledge I wouldn’t be watching however I was, all very Hitchcock’s Rear Window! Well tonight for  25 minutes or so she went about her homely duties, mainly carrying bundles of clothes around the room, folding sheets, putting clean washing in draws? Who knows, just understand Helen was busy and I’m excited, both engrossed and fascinated I watched as she’d paused time to time under the apex of this small cramped space, stopping aside the smallish square open window, blind open, visible waist up, me watching….incredible!

Each time Helen paused her domestic routine I could see she was wearing a skin tight yellow tee shirt so visibly figure hugging I made out the profile of her bosom but the height of the window meant I could see no lower. Observing her was enough and I wasn’t masturbating, she looked so lovely against this bright white light, still calm and deep in thought a side of her I’d never witnessed, a lovely lady and I fancied her AND yes I agree with you I was invading her privacy! :/

Well after a few minutes of innocent voyeurism all the more exciting because the female recipient was unaware, she paused again and did something so shocking I remember swallowing hard and the binoculars trembling, Helen suddenly pulled up her shirt from the waist moving her arms skywards stripping off the garment over her head, then she held it up to the light (not window) looked at it then folded and threw to her side, at this point I was totally stunned, gobsmacked, omg I couldn’t believe I was actually watching her undress for the first and only time in my life! Jesus a performance like this only really happens in filthy novels and artistic movies. To say I was amazed is a frigging understatement, my mind was alive, my heart was pounding, the tip of my penis quivering, the lady opposite was wearing only a pretty white bra set against her pink naked body, Helen’s gorgeous and I’m partial to naturel small breasts. 

Seconds later she reached her arms behind her back, unclipped her bra allowing the white straps to glide down her arms before again tossing the undergarment to her side, minutes ago I’d been watching the approaching soon to be thunderstorm peeking through curtains, and by pure glorious coincidence I now see an illuminated nude like painting of the lady opposite near completely naked and all with my binocular lens centred on her perfect small pert breasts, her pink skin and auburn hair. Nothing below mind but I didn’t care, tonight I was a voyeur intimately watching my neighbour Helen undress and in hindsight I’m at a loss as to why I didn’t faint or have a heart attack. Unbelievable! Incredible! Beautiful! OMFG!!!! Voyeurism is wrong but by God forbidden fruit tastes sweet.

Throughout this striptease performance I’d asked myself ‘what’s she looking at her gaze fixed on something across the room?’ She’d been alone, was it a mirror or picture and I could sense Helen’s mind is distracted by something, then she startled me, she stretched an arm straight up in the air and proceeded to move her other hand below the armpit gently smoothing the palm against her skin, methodically caressing in circling motions a picture of concentration etched across her face.

I should I have turned away shouldn’t I? Closed the curtains and gone back to bed! You must be f&%king joking legally it’s my window sill and the view out is mine!

Of course I kept watching.

Helen caressessed squeezed prodded her breasts with two fingers then switching hands she repeated this now obvious checking ritual beneath the other pit of her upwardly stretched arm, all the while her face a picture of serene concentration, she even held both boobs at once as if pointing squirting sprays of milk at a mirror and now I’m sure she’s looking at her reflection in a mirror opposite? Of course by now I’d worked out what she was doing, I was witness to something very private and intimate, she was examining her breasts in a time honoured womanly routine her wistful calmness so beautiful it touched my soul (true), she’d been of course feeling for changes within her breasts, I hope to God there were none and of course tonight I was a very VERY lucky man.

So a question to any ladies reading and judging voyeur Andrew, remember that definition, I ask if you happened to be watching a neighbour strip naked then feel squeeze examine his testicles what would you do? Close the curtains? Go to bed? Or satisfy your voyeuristic appetite? Come on be honest now, no please don’t, but I have my own idea what you’d all do, one or two would be in bed long before now and the rest would have their hand down the front of their knickers doing the things girls do, remember I’m NOT a nasty man.

So how did your late night adventure end Andrew? Well her breast examinations lasted five minutes then all of a sudden something startled her, perhaps a noise from the Street below or a sudden awareness she was in-fact standing naked in her bedroom, lights on, aside an open window because tonight was so damn hot and humid, who knows? But quick as a flash she pulled a forearm across her chest covering her breasts at the same time leaning forward forcibly pulling down the blind shut!!

Performance over I caught my breath, my heart rate lowered as I climbed into bed and most amusingly of all still holding my binoculars, I woke up next morning with them! Then I slept like a baby totally utterly exhausted and btw at no point did I masturbate myself a middle aged man can only take so much excitement in one evening. Have I ever seen her undress again? NO because I never look out of my window unless there’s lightening to watch thunder to hear, in-fact that statement is absolutely true. So consequently I’ve never seen her undress again or honestly attempted to, yes even on humid warm balmy evenings because I know for fact striptease displays, a naked woman, live breast examinations are coincidences that happen once in a guys lifetime.’

So there you are, last time I published this I questioned ‘is my voyeurism a true tale or fiction? Is my incredibly vivid and erotic memory so etched across my mind only a story? I’ll allow the reader to decide’, well the evenings events as written actually happened, judge me she certainly would, fabulous and all very Jimmy Stewart in Hitchcock’s ‘Rear Window’.

Ladies I’ll leave you with one thought, be careful what you are doing late at night in your bedroom because someone might be be watching! 😀

© Andrew

She played La Valse d’Amelie for me

:/ Shows how long I’ve been away from WordPress, a lady I used to Follow I’ll refer to as P is now a married woman! Yep 3 months ago she was a blogging single mum of five children then yesterday evening I read her most recent Post and she’s sharing photographs of her new wedding, lovely pictures of a happy smiling couple holding hands exchanging wedding rings and she’s dressed in virgin white which would make her smile if she read this. Of course I wrote a sincere comment congratulating her and wishing them both well, truly I’m so pleased because she used to be such an unhappy blogger and seeing her visibly in love really brightened up my day.

Just shows life is too short to be wasting time feeling sorry for yourself (Andrew), you may have guessed the saying ‘seize the day’ came to mind, Wow! lady P is now married, who’d have thought!

A different blogger I still read time to time, a wise middle aged lady named S once wrote something I’ve never forgotten, you know one of those memorable life quotes that stick in the mind probably because they personally resonate, usually applicable to oneself. In fact the quote has resided in one of my Draft Posts for six months. Perhaps I thought one day I’ll write about lady S’s thoughts, well you guessed looking at P’s wedding pictures yesterday brought her saying back to mind. Shall I share? Remember I’ve never forgotten:

A friend ………becomes a lover……..becomes a wife

Such a crystal clear incisive piece of writing don’t you think? Read again and the sentiment therein appears so logical, love’s Holy Grail, the secret to a long lasting blissful happiness and perhaps she conjures images in your own mind, people you’ve known throughout your life, opportunities relationships you may have missed out on ….or ACTED upon 🙂 .

Read a second time and you’ll perhaps agree this lady’s blogged message cannot be transposed in order to work, let me explain. Let us say two lovers become matrimonial husband and wife, HOWEVER imagine they were not friends to begin with, will their relationship last?

Transpose again. First keep in mind sex is a bonding mechanism throughout nature between two mammals. Now our two friends have become husband and wife however they were virgins before marriage and didn’t have sex thereafter, happens! Even though a deep friendship made for a happy marriage would could it fail because of the absence of sexual fulfilment? Especially if one more than the other desperately needed intimacy? Perhaps failure is the wrong word and unhappy marriage is nearer the truth?

…… 😀 by now you’ll have worked out my final math life conundrum. If two friends become lovers however their lustful consummation didn’t blossom into marriage, if two sexually attracted friends (note could be same sex) met only for fabulous f*cking, with no thoughts of marriage, no long term commitment, again would the relationship ever last? Probably not, a relationship based purely on sex seems shallow loveless and bereft of happiness.

So lol do you now understand my preoccupation with an order that cannot be broken transposed? For a relationship to work, ‘a friend becomes a lover becomes a marriage’, is a path you must follow and theoretically the answer is you discovered your soulmate.

Back to Lady’s S’s shared wisdom.

Am I wrong here? Can you understand why I’ve never forgotten this lady’s prophetic words? Ok her reply to my long forgotten comment is a simplistic phrase taken from romantic paperback fiction but I think she’s correct and I’ll never be convinced otherwise.

I’m SO curious? What did I write warranting her reply?

So I hear you ask what has a YouTube video of a young lady playing Amelie on piano got to do with all my nonsense? Nothing 😀 except I’ll tell you I’ve been making a nuisance of myself around YouTube, I have my own little Channel don’t you know.

Well short story I follow a lady pianist because she’s both beautiful and I adore listening to her play people’s requests, and because La Valse d’Amelie is a favourite of mine and the talented lady asks for requests, I suggested this tune and she played it for me……..well I like to imagine just for me either way her piano playing video was at my suggestion plus I’m a sucker for a gorgeous face.

Andrew 🙂