cartepostale
Really Really Experienced
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It's about 8 o'clock on a Friday night in summer and I'm on a train about to leave a station in the centre of the city when a woman of about 25 rushed on just as the doors were closing.
She was about 5'5", had long curly red hair and pale ivory skin, giving her a real English Rose look. Her breasts were fairly large (I'd say about a D cup) and quite curvy. She's wearing a fairly low-cut strappy dress which is not quite knee length, wedge-heel sandals without tights or stockings and a choker.
As she sits down at a seat diagonally across the aisle from mine, I can see she obviously ran for the train as her chest is moving up and down. She see's me looking at her and crosses her legs. I smile and move my eyes back to the newspaper I'm reading, take a can of beer from my bag and open it as the train begins to move.
She was about 5'5", had long curly red hair and pale ivory skin, giving her a real English Rose look. Her breasts were fairly large (I'd say about a D cup) and quite curvy. She's wearing a fairly low-cut strappy dress which is not quite knee length, wedge-heel sandals without tights or stockings and a choker.
As she sits down at a seat diagonally across the aisle from mine, I can see she obviously ran for the train as her chest is moving up and down. She see's me looking at her and crosses her legs. I smile and move my eyes back to the newspaper I'm reading, take a can of beer from my bag and open it as the train begins to move.
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