I sat with control as my orgasm built, my mobile between my thighs I was going to orgasm, its intensity driven by a fellow commuter, and as I started ...o trip over into the orgasmic chasm, it stopped, he sensed my impending release and stopped me.I eased my phone out and texted, 'Fucking bastard' and hit the send button. Moments later he replied, 'Ever do it standing up on a train', to which I replied, 'I'm an expert, where are you?'As I waited for his reply to my submission for sex, we arrived. She was wearing a black and white polka dot top and tight maybe even spandex pants that hugged her nice bubble ass. It was nice meeting you I yelled back, but Im not sure she even heard me as she was around the corner and most likely in her house by that time. I quickly finished cleaning the pool and ran upstairs to jerk off. All I could think about where her lips, ass, and breasts. I wanted to fuck this girl so bad my balls ached. I never had great success at fucking girls my own age. I mean. It was an evening job so we would usually be the last ones leaving the warehouse. Sometimes it felt like she had me running around for nothing. Making me check things that I had done right and complain that I wasn't concentrating on my job.One late evening she had me run down already multiple times. Finally she was reading through the papers, leaning over showing her big breasts in a tight spaghetti strap tank top. That top was working harder than I ever was trying to contain her tits as I was. I cry out again, begging you to stop. You look up at me, and continue to drip it again and again over my pussy. As much as I beg you to stop, you know that I like it and that I want you to keep doing it. Putting the candle down, you start to stroke my body. Fingers fluttering over my nipples, lightly pinching and pulling at them, you lean down and kiss my lips softly. I look down my body at your fingers, watching them move over me. I love to watch your fingers move softly on me. Your fingertips.