| Author: | Misty MacAllister | ISBN: | 9781370019373 |
| Publisher: | Misty MacAllister | Publication: | August 1, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Misty MacAllister |
| ISBN: | 9781370019373 |
| Publisher: | Misty MacAllister |
| Publication: | August 1, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
A chance meeting on a train platform escalates from erotic fantasy to sexy reality when a horny gal leads a hunky guy into a public park where she makes her hottest fantasy come true, again, and again, with heart-pounding, body-pounding, butt-slapping results.
The train rumbles down the track. He puts his lips against my hair. His hand is still around my waist. He’s ready for me to push his hand away. I don’t. Instead I put my hand over his and hold on, then I reach back with my other hand and grab his leg.
Slowly, so slowly, he rubs his hand up my belly. My heart is pounding so hard I’m afraid I’m going to have a heart attack. A moan escapes my lips when his big hand cups my breast, his fingers bouncing over my sensitive nipple rubbing through my bra. Thank God that the train is loud and no one hears me.
I pull his hand up and over, so it slips inside my shirt. One of my buttons pops and falls to the floor. I don’t care. I push his hand under my bra. He cups my breasts and squeezes my sensitive nipple between two fingers. I rub against him, and I try to pull him close. When it’s not close enough, I reach behind me and find that bulge.
I squeeze.
A chance meeting on a train platform escalates from erotic fantasy to sexy reality when a horny gal leads a hunky guy into a public park where she makes her hottest fantasy come true, again, and again, with heart-pounding, body-pounding, butt-slapping results.
The train rumbles down the track. He puts his lips against my hair. His hand is still around my waist. He’s ready for me to push his hand away. I don’t. Instead I put my hand over his and hold on, then I reach back with my other hand and grab his leg.
Slowly, so slowly, he rubs his hand up my belly. My heart is pounding so hard I’m afraid I’m going to have a heart attack. A moan escapes my lips when his big hand cups my breast, his fingers bouncing over my sensitive nipple rubbing through my bra. Thank God that the train is loud and no one hears me.
I pull his hand up and over, so it slips inside my shirt. One of my buttons pops and falls to the floor. I don’t care. I push his hand under my bra. He cups my breasts and squeezes my sensitive nipple between two fingers. I rub against him, and I try to pull him close. When it’s not close enough, I reach behind me and find that bulge.
I squeeze.
