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A Threesome For David
(Ginny Watson)

David squeezed into the crowded carriage, every evening it was standing room only but for the first time he actually relished the journey home. Ordinarily he would cram himself tightly against the side of the carriage and position his briefcase to cover his groin, protecting himself from the proximity of others. But today is different he told himself as he shuffled through the crush until he stood facing a pretty little thing who looked like a secretary. The girl glanced up and gave a small smile, and David almost felt a twinge of guilt as he looked down from his lofty 6'2" height... straight down her blouse to admire a perky pair of breasts nestled in lacy cups.

Damn, am I a pervert? His silent question was serious, he felt a bulge developing in his trousers, and peering beyond her breasts he noticed that her hands were clasping a plastic carrier bag directly against her pubis and lower abdomen, his bulge was only a fraction away from her fingers, and as his guilt mounted David eased himself forward a fraction in time with the swaying of the speeding carriage until he felt a gentle pressure resting against his swelling cock. Damn, I'm twisted he groaned as shame washed over him, yet he didn't pull away, there was something intoxicating in the sensation of the pretty girls fingers pressing against him, even if she wasn't aware herself!

The carriage jolted, she moved her hands, David panicked, then relaxed as the finger pressure returned. Does she know? Suddenly he realised that if roles were reversed then he would probably realise, after all, she had feeling in the backs of her fingers, surely she could sense the firmness of an erection pressing against her? 

Back off! He warned himself, then stifled a small groan as he sensed her following his slow retreat. She does know! David glanced down and shivered to see her dainty digits pressed against his obvious bulge, she has to know he told himself as with a sudden rush of courage he pressed forward and shuffled slightly so that his erection rubbed against her.

The girl continued to stare through the side window at the darkened tunnel outside, her hands stayed in place although David did see her fingers twitch slightly.

I'm rubbing my cock on her, and she is enjoying it! Again he peered down her top, the sight of pale skin against white lace making his cock twitch. In panic he looked down just in time to watch a finger push forward and away from the carrier bag, a painted nail dragging slowly down the edge of his bulge. It was all the proof he needed, and as her nail gently traced the outline he allowed his erection to twitch and strain at will. She was a tease, but he was under no illusions, it was a game to pass the time, maybe she played it often, maybe it was the very first time, but he knew that when her stop arrived the game would end... permanently.

But that's also perfect he groaned as her finger stroked more obviously, because he wasn't looking for anything more intimate than a quick thrill, a peep down blouse, or a sexy girl who liked to play on the underground... with that he would be satisfied!