Let your Fingers Do the Riding part8
by Solo Teens Blog for a better look.”
What can you do when you’re faced with a gentlemanly apology like
that? Especially in New York! I did the ladylike thing. “Why don’t you
have a seat?” I said, pointing to the seat beyond my feet. Since I was
sitting sideways, that seat was maybe five feet from my head, no more than
two feet beyond the tips of my toes, directly in line with my pussy; sort
of the pornographic equivalent of first row seats right behind the goal at
a hockey game. “Perhaps you’d like to open your pants and do likewise?”
“Thanks. I think I will,” he said, with a sudden smile.
The train was pulling out of the 79th Street station as he settled
himself in the seat and opened his fly. He winced a couple of times as he
worked his rock-solid cock out of the opening. They aren’t the most
maneuverable things, are they? Especially when you’ve got those silly
jockeys to deal with.
“Very nice,” I told him, quite honestly, when he had it out and
…End of the part8. To be continued..