Ticket’s Please!

Dear Diary…

I had to ride a train again today today, I wouldn’t mind catching the train but the station platform is so exposed to the elements, it gets really cold.

I was on the return journey home and had my ticket ready for whenever the ticket collector came along, and she did just a few minutes later.

I sat their waiting while she collected tickets from the other passengers, listening to an audiobook on my iPod, looking at her.  She seemed tall to me, since I was sat down while she stood, but really she was only around 5’5” at the most, and she wore the blue train conductors uniform that revealed very little of her body.  As she turned to face another passenger I noticed her ass pushed out against her blue trousers, which were otherwise quite loose, indicating her ass wasn’t as small as I had first thought.

Her tits pushed out at her white and navy blue blouse, separating the lapels of her jacket enough to reveal that her boobs were quite sizable.  I saw as she stepped closer that her blouse was a little small, since her buttons seemed to be straining at the size of her tits, and the blouse separated a little, stretching the fabric.

Her hair was long, falling to just a little above her ample breasts, and fell straight.  It was a red/brown colour which accentuated her rosy cheeks and dark hazel eyes.  Her full lips were painted a deep red/brown, slightly darker than the colour of her hair, behind which sat gleaming white teeth.

When she arrived at my seat, she reached down to my leg where my ticket lay waiting.  I did not intend for her to take it from there, I was lost in my thoughts of fucking her.  As she reached down I could smell her sweet perfume.  Her scent, and her reaching to my leg, all the while looking and smiling at me made my dick stiffen.

She took my ticket, gave some kind of have a nice journey remark and moved on.

I looked over my shoulder and watched as she went up the aisle, collecting more tickets as she went.  She must have sensed she was being stared at as she looked back at me and smiled again.

She left the carriage and I never saw her again.

I stood up, grabbed my backpack and went to the toilet. I need to shoot a load there and then, my dick was hard as rock and I knew it wouldn’t go away anytime soon.

Using my bag to hide my bulging trousers, I walked up the aisle to the toilet, walked in, locked the door behind me, pulled down my trousers and grabbed my enraged cock.  I started thinking of the ticket collector walking in after me, tearing her clothes off and kneeling down in front of me.  Shove that hard dick in my mouth now she tells me fuck my mouth.

I grabbed the back of her head and shoved my cock in her mouth, roughly fucking her throat.  I ignored her pushing away and fucked her face faster and faster.  Her big tits wobbling around, slapping together and making a noise. 

She pulled back hard, my cock fell from her mouth and thick strands of spit fell from her mouth to her big breasts, which she grabbed and pushed together, now fuck my tits and cum on my face she told me.

I complied, rubbing my erection between her big tits, she looked up at me pouting, the tilted her head forward to lick the end of my cock each time I thrust towards her.  Suddenly I came, shooting thick streams of hot, white sticky mess up and over her neck, her chin and her lips.  She scooped up the mess from her face and pushed it into her mouth, greedily sucking down every last drop, smiling her gleaming white smile the whole time.  When she was done, she licked my softening dick clean.

Then I heard the P.A. system of the train, announcing that we were coming to my next stop.  The girl was gone, leaving just a sticky mess on the back of the door in front of me.  I quickly cleaned it up with a few squares of tissue, washed my hands, pulled up my trousers and straightened my clothes before exiting the toilet. 

As I walked out of the door, I bumped straight into the ticket collector.  I felt her big tits push up against me and her scent rushed in through my nostrils.  My dick hardened once again.  She apologised and went on about her business, looking back and smiling at me once more.

The train came to a halt and I exited onto the platform.  I went home.

I wonder how long she had stood outside that toilet door?  Did she know what I was doing?  I will likely never see her again, so I don’t much care… but if she did know, did it turn her on?

The Stuck Up Girl At The Supermarket

Dear Diary…

My wife and I regularly go to the same shopping market week after week, being creatures of habit that we are.

Today we went shopping for a few small items, and were perusing the isles not for what we wanted, but for stuff we didn’t want… kind of like window shopping.

Anyway, we were in the imaginatively titled “World Foods” isle (pasta. rice and all that) when I spotted a girl member of staff stacking the shelf, standing upon one of the small, wheeled kick stools.  She couldn’t have been more than 5 foot tall, and I hadn’t seen her face yet as she was facing slightly away from me.

As we approached, pushing the trolley, I accidentally bumped it into the kick stool the girl stood upon, causing her to loose balance and giving me reason to apologise.  Now I could see this girl from the front, her short and straight  blonde hair – ending at her jaw bone – neatly framed her face, which was small and delicate.  Her blue eyes were bright and a little glassy from the shock of being bumped off her stool.

Her name badge, worn on the right hand side of her top, a little above her small breast, read Aimee.  I apologised after and moved on.

I looked over my shoulder at Aimee as my wife read the back of the packet of something or other, and watched her move.  She adjusted her body like a cat, every movement she made was purposeful and graceful.  As I looked at her, she bent over to pick up packaging she had just dropped.  Placing her hand down to the floor she suddenly looked up, her eyes met mine and I felt a chill down my spine.

Aimee did not seem to like being looked at!

When I arrived home I could not help but think of little Aimee’s slender body and neat blond hair – and her piercing blue eyes.  The way she looked up at me while bending forward made me want to cream over her hair, just to mess it up.

I excused myself after dinner, and went to the bathroom.  I closed the bathroom door and stripped my trousers and boxers.  I sat on the edge of the bath and thought of Aimee.  With my eyes closed I imagined her staring at me while unzipping her supermarket uniform fleece top, then pulling it over her shoulders.  She wore only a blue silken bra underneath, the colour matching her eyes perfectly.

She pulled the top off, allowing it to fall to her feet, and in one slow movement she removed her trousers too.  Her panties were of the same colour and material of the bra, but were a different design.  Her snooty perfectionist outer-shell was now destroyed by her disorganised underwear.  Now the snooty little bitch was no longer so stuck up.  She looked at her mismatched underwear, sighed, looked at me and shrugged.

Annoyed she removed her panties, then smiled, satisfied.

With her legs slightly spread she stood in front of me and touched her pussy.  The blonde pubic hair was tightly trimmed, showing the shape of the pussy perfectly.

She turned around and bent over, reaching between her legs she shoved her four long, slender fingers inside herself.

At this point I realised my cock was throbbing, so I grabbed it and started tugging at it hard and fast.  With my eyes still closed my imagination continued.

Aimee’s sudden and frantic dirty show continued.  She looked over her shoulder at me while continuing to pummel her pussy, any air of snootiness she had before was gone now as she performed for me in such a lewd manner.

She came close to me and sat between my legs, with her legs outstretched, continuing to frantically masturbate for me, looking up at me she removed her hand from her dripping hole and shoved it into her mouth, indicating she wanted me to shoot my hot cum inside.

I could hold off no longer, and I felt my dick jerk as hot cum shot forth, some landing on the bitches face, and forehead, but most on her hair.  I smiled and Aimee disappeared.

I looked at my hand and noticed thick cum on it, I looked at the floor and noticed more.  I cleaned up and re-dressed myself.

Aimee was an okay wank, but she will not be in my mind again – she’s just not my type!