Wednesday, 16 March 2011

A Reason to Wear Jeans

I'm a lady who very rarely wears jeans. I usually opt for a dress or a skirt, regardless of the occasion (unless I'm at the gym). However, I knew that mildly sensible clothing would be required today, lugging bags onto a train. I put on some skinny black jeans, which had a particularly snug fit, and thought nothing more of it. It wasn't until the train started a regular rocking motion that I felt a stirring down below, and tried leaning forwards slightly. Teenage experimentation came flooding back as the hard seam rubbed gently between my legs; it was right on the spot, caressing me carelessly despite my very public surroundings. There weren't actually many people in my carriage, and luckily nobody had sat next to me. Disguising my positioning under a magazine, I started to rock my hips back and forth in time with the train, ever so subtly.

I didn't quite make it to orgasm, but by the time I got off the train, my lace knickers were damp and I felt ridiculously horny. It certainly made the journey more interesting!

Brooke x


  1. I enjoy reading all your adventures, even the little ones like this. It reminded me of a time I did something similar in a library: as someone who can be quite noisy on climax, it was actually quite a turn on having to switch my orgasm to mute knowing there were people all around!

  2. That sounds fun too, Eden - forcing silence can be thrilling! I like to see life as one big adventure ;) x