They didn't cling.They didn't cling. I moved my finger between the cloth and her skin, and my finger reached her sex; a lot of hair, but I quickly found her clitoris and her very wet vagina. I wet my finger there and started to caress her seriously. Now, she closed her eyes. I looked nonchalently around me, and saw people who seemed to be ignorant of everything that was happening, each with eyes fixed in front, lost in thought, no doubt. Solitude in the crowd. Liberty to do everything without being seen; more easily perhaps than in open countryside where one never knows if, some distance away, behind a tree or a window, a man or an old woman is busy watching. (I am not against exhibitionism, but I like to choose my voyeurs.) Three stations already. I decide to go to the last stop. In me, this finger is moving, always; pleasure builds little by little within me; a new pleasure, unknown till this moment, coming as much from the finger of the man and the sex of the woman as from the place where we are. The finger excites me terribly fast. My climax comes in three seconds, brusquely. I hold back a scream with great difficulty and bite my lips hard. I have rarely come so quickly. Normally, this pleasure grows in me gradually, gently, arriving at the paroxysm more slowly; but here, everything came in three or four seconds. Incredible! I began to caress the woman in front of me furiously, and I sensed her about to come too, under my finger. A sexy one, for sure. But no more than me! Her eyes flutter, then totally close; I begin to take back my hand when she reopens her eyes, extremely gently, and stares at me: --Again. |