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

Love on the Train

This isn't quite as hot as the title may suggest, but I fell in love on the train this weekend. I had to travel outside London and had an hour to kill on the journey. My book got no attention though, as my eyes were fixed on this gorgeous man at the end of the carriage. He looked about my age, and was carrying a guitar case. I imagined he was one of those artistic, slightly mysterious types. Unfortunately he seemed very preoccupied and didn't look in my direction; instead of getting his attention, I sat there gazing at him like a school girl. I'm sure I would have blushed if he looked at me! I love how different guys have different effects on me - some make me feel confident and empowered, others make me weak at the knees. I enjoy both feelings.

I doubt I'll ever see him again, but it gave me something to think about when I touched myself in bed that night...

Brooke x