Impulsively, I asked him if he wanted to change seats with me and sit by the window. Sex So that was that; or so I thought. He looked a bit fed up. His older sister was married and living abroad in Germany………well, you get the idea; it’s not important now. But there was a tiny amount of movement down there – almost undetectable (except to the eye of an expert like me!) and it was definitely a gentle but repetitive movement. Oh God, that did it; I was juicing myself by this point, just looking at him. Now my view and the bodily contact were lost and I thought, “Oh well, it was lovely while it lasted”. Whether he was doing it deliberately or involuntarily I don’t know but every time I stopped massaging him, he seemed to signal with a pulse through his tool, while the fingers of his right hand gently stroked my arm. I swung my hand and arm up towards his waist and slid the palm of my hand onto the naked flesh beneath his ‘T’ shirt. image
He was wearing a crumpled kind of casual jacket over a plain ‘T’ shirt, with grey track-suit bottoms and trainers.
