Kiss karte karte me uske neck par kiss kia or dhire dhire dress ki upar se hi boobs par thoda kaat liya. Wo chilla uthi or boli ki kholne ka irada neh...he kya? Me jhat se uske kapde utaar diya. Ab wo bas black bra or panty me hi khadi thi. Kya gajab dikhrehithi. Gore gore boobs black bra me atom bomb jeisa lagrehethe. Usne kaha tum v apna kapde utaro nehi to mujhe saram lagega. To me bola ye tumhara kaam he. So usne mera t-shirt utardi or shorts ko niche kheech liya. Me v ek underwear me hi tha.. Okay?” he said.“What! I’m busy,” I said.“How does fifty grand annual sound to you?” he said.“Money? A job? Fuck you,” I said. “Stacey is worth way more than that to me. Tell her that. Maybe it’ll make her feel bad about dumping me for a player like you,” I said.“Man you are something for damn sure,” he said.“I didn’t ask you to come here and offer me money as some kind of consolation prize. I never want to see your ugly face again. Do I make myself clear, asshole!” I said.“Yeah, I guess,” he. I could feel the drips as they run down my legs; I imagined the mess it was making of my knickers and the lining to my skirt.I regained my balance as the train reached Stepney Green and the doors opened once more. A few people squeezed off but the remaining passengers were still tightly packed. There was a movement of people behind me as the train doors shut but as the train began to move I felt the hand on my bum again. This time, it worked quickly to ease my skirt up so it was around my. Of course I had fantasized what it would be like to be confronted by another man's cock, and what I might do with it, but at this point it was all theory. These toilets seemed to exude a certain kind of sexual energy. I felt it. You could smell it. Dried on sperm trails on the walls and the back of the cubicle doors. Sometimes, if you entered at the right point, a deposit of sperm slowly oozing down the piss channel, knowing you had just missed someone wanking off (or being wanked off) between.