My legs bent

my legs bent

We can not sleep, not only because of the noise and the pitch of the train, but also because our day has gradually excited us, made us want to make love, a desire that becomes more and more stronger in the circumstance, a desire soon irrepressible.
I wait as I can.

But the regular sound of the rails and the rhythmic movement of the wagon do not rock me. I wonder if you sleep. The excitement of the day keeps me awake. And from this day the film that goes back again on the same sequences, the same images, more and more haunting: in your cleavage, the roundness and the whiteness of your breasts; on your hips the fluid fabric of your little dress that molded the relief of your buttocks …

Under the pants that I kept to sleep, my cock begins to stretch. I put my hand in it and gently touch myself. And here it is very quickly quite stiff, the tip that pushes against the fabric. With the other hand, I slip between my thighs, where the garment yawns a little and I caress my balls all swollen. I feel really stuffed up. I go down my underpants and let my member to stretch at ease.

I take gently between my fingers my penis, a tear begins to flow at the end. Impossible to calm this erection: it hardens to almost hurt me. It would be better for me to relieve myself by masturbating, if I want to be able to fall asleep. But as soon as I start to slide my hand on my stiff penis, my desire for you is even stronger. I can not make the idea of ​​spreading without you.
I do not care anymore. As our neighbor turns her back and does not move, no doubt asleep, I go down gently by the small scale.

The night light dimly lights, but it allows me to see you. You do not sleep either and you look at me. You push back the sheet and running your hands under your buttocks, you remove your pants … You reach out to me and you grab my member stiff with satisfaction. This touch of your fingers completes breaking all restraint: I kneel before your bunk, and you sit at once legs apart before me, to offer me your pussy to which you bring my head by holding me by the neck.

You feel then my mouth that sticks on your vulva. I discover that you are in a serious state of excitement, you too: your lips are soaked. With your fingertips, you open wide mouth full of juice of your calyx and you fully enjoy the sensations that gives you my tongue that plunges into the lair of your vagina, which licks your dew along your lips , go back to your clitoris to tickle it.
You untie your bra, and while I enjoy your flavors, my hands reach your bare breasts and massage lovingly.
I’ve been eating your pussy for a long time when we hear a small moan beside us. We stop immediately.

Our neighbor might be sleeping, but now she’s awake and watching us. She is sitting in the corner, on her pillow, legs apart, a hand moving in her panties.
I get up quickly and get ready to go back up. But she tells us that she prefers to watch us continue .

I struggled to find sleep, turning to the wall and covering myself well, but I was too hot and I could not calm my agitation. I could already see myself spending an excruciating sleepless night, but when I turned to the other side I found myself in the front row of a very surprising and very attractive show: the couple who was with me was obviously not not to sleep either; Madame was sitting on the edge of her bunk, her legs wide apart, and Monsieur, kneeling on the floor in front of her, was licking her pussy conscientiously; but this expression is rather insufficient, I would say that it was downright devouring the crotch, with loud noise of a big greedy!

I especially did not want them to stop their antics and I retreated to the corner, sitting on my pillow, my legs bent, knees on each side of my head.
What I was looking at quickly excited me. While the servant of the pleasure of Madame carried his hand between her legs, no doubt to masturbate at the same time he feasted, I plunged a hand into my pants and I began to caress me, to tickle me the clit.

Unfortunately, I could not contain my emotion for a long time and I let out a small groan of satisfaction that they heard and suddenly stopped them. Monsieur got up, his braquemart, the rest of a very good size, all freely erected out of his underpants, and was ready to go back in his bunk, I immediately advanced to exchange a knowing and reassuring look with His wife. We had the same smile

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