I arrived horny at my house.

Hello how are you, the truth that this page seems very interesting to me and I like being able to dump things here that I can't talk about with my husband or acquaintances , yesterday returning from my work and sometimes I take the subway , the truth is that I was coming quite full , so I stayed standing, holding myself up mostly by the amount of people entering and leaving each station, people pushing me to enter and people pushing me to leave. The normal trip usually took 20 minutes, but that day seemed eternal, so I tried to clear my mind and remember songs I liked, to hum them mentally. That's when I felt a light pressure on my back and turning slowly, I found myself with a man of intermediate age What could I do? Nothing!!! That was the worst!! I couldn't move from there or pretend he did either, there was no gap in that subway , it was completely full so I tried, as much as possible, to stick my pelvis to the subway door, clinging more and more to the pipe, to be able to detach my back from the chest of that guy. I did it once and he kept being there, I did it twice and he kept being there, like a soldier at my back, breathing harder and harder, not moving away even half an inch. Every step I took to move away, he took to come closer and in a few seconds I understood that it was no longer about space, this guy was determined to stay there, attached to my body. I kept humming my songs mentally, trying to distract myself from that unknown man who was making me very nervous, but not because of fear… This proximity was exciting me too much, I was feeling heat and a tingling sensation running through my body. For an instant I wanted that man to move away so he wouldn't notice my growing warmth. The guy's breath was reaching my neck and very slowly I began to feel the light rubbing of his pelvis against my hips, sensually rubbing against me, leaving me to also feel its excitement. I felt it was getting slightly dizzy, but now it wasn't pushing me away anymore; instead, it had pressed my buttocks against the hips that were supporting me from behind and almost imperceptibly moved them in time with the rhythm of the train. The sway of the subway was hiding something of this dance we had fallen into. I don't usually do that, because I'm not a slut or anything like that, but I have to confess that this game gave me a bit of morbo.

I already had my eyes half-closed, my white hands clenched from the force I was using to hold on more and more to that pipe, and my agitated breathing due to the situation and the heat rising up from my entrails. That man wasn't stopping moving against me, wasn't stopping blowing in my neck, making me breathless. Now I didn't want to get off and saw with desperation that there were only two stops left before my stop arrived so I pressed more and more against him until I felt one of the hands of that man climbing up my right leg to my waist and then going back down. While he was lingering over this, his hoarse voice asked me if I liked it, if I liked the whole situation. Without being able to control myself, I nodded with his head and the hand continued its route, going up and down; I couldn't believe he had asked that and I had responded, I think I would have been a few years younger or wouldn't have responded at all but at my age a little fantasy comes in handy, neither was I taking it seriously, dragging the grey skirt, molding the leg. We were so close that no one could see the scene and the very dirty guy, knowing this, let his hand slide forward from right to left, caressing my hard and unexplored belly for some time, pressing at the height of my pussy, hardening a finger to mark territory at that height, opening his palm to take it completely. My vision had become cloudy, my Ears were like plugged, I felt like I was at the top of a mountain and the height was pinning me down; My mouth had dried up and I felt pearls of sweat popping out on my forehead, but I didn't want to get off and the subway doors were opening in my station. A little due to conscience and another little due to pressure from the other passengers, in a few instants I saw myself on the platform, moving away from that strange man who had heated me up so much in an instant, waving goodbye with my eyes as I watched the darkness of the tunnel swallow up the car and him. I walked the few blocks that separated me from home totally lost, confused, trying to breathe deeply so it wouldn't show the excitement and thinking that the cold air would bring down the flush on my cheeks. I arrived at home and found myself with my kids, they greeted me and in the only thing I was thinking was rushing quickly to the bathroom.

I didn't usually masturbate when my kids were at home, but the level of heat that man had left me required a quick solution and it wasn't exactly waiting for my husband like that urgency would be taken care of. I got into the bathroom, opened the bathtub faucet, filled it with warm water, undressed myself, and got in up to my neck. Letting the water and foam cover my body completely, once there, I lowered my hands down to my crotch. I found a sea of desire, an incredible excitement, never having believed that ten minutes of such intense caresses could put me in that state. I let my hands wander over the same places where just seconds before I had been touched by that stranger, recognized the area because even the skin was still hot and arrived at my pussy. I opened my pussy and was surprised by the hardness of my clitoris and understood that this would be a moment of intense pleasure, extremely intense, that I was ready for anything and that moment, once again, should provide it to me myself. My hands caressed alternately my breasts, the nipples were still harder due to the warm water, my legs Muscular thighs were semi-open, allowing my fingers to quickly become exclusively occupied with the word: pussy. I let the foam mix with my flows, my fingers didn't stop caressing the lips, lightly pinching them, stretching them to stimulate them and pinching my clitoris between two fingers, massaging it and caressing its tip with a small and soft sponge, delicately in circles. I wasn't thinking about that man, his pelvis pressing against his hips, his breathing, and that image made me hotter and hotter, making me moan and arch my body, allowing my fingers to penetrate me deeply, as if they were his. At no moment did I think of my husband; that unknown man occupied every centimeter of his mind. He entered and left me several times until I couldn't contain the desired orgasm that ran through me completely, leaving me breathless, exhausted, tired, but relieved. I stayed in the bathtub for a few more minutes, washed myself completely, got out wrapped in a towel, put on a cotton robe, and sat down with my kids to take some mates. Even so, the subway scene still lingered in my troubled mind, still hot, making me excited to remember it thousands of times, but I knew it was in vain: there was still much time before my husband returned and I was with my kids. But I felt such heat for that unknown man. I hope you liked it and don't think badly of me, kisses.