1. Tourist Girl


    Date: 10/1/2014, Categories: Hardcore, Author: dark_whisper, Rating: 50, Source: xHamster

    I see her in the subway, sitting across and to the left from me, engrossed in a book. A large, curvy, soft-looking woman with big heavy breasts. Plump round face, pretty enough to be called beautiful, with a short, slightly upturned nose and big blue eyes behind the thin frame of glasses, pretty pink mouth, a mass of dark blond curls falling on her shoulders. She could be anything from her early twenties to early forties: plump faces like hers are slow to acquire wrinkles. Serious expression combined with glasses makes her look older, but by the freshness of her skin and smoothness of her full lips I judge her to be in her late twenties. No ring on the finger. She is wearing a denim skirt; her round dimpled knees peek out from under it. Her legs are full, white and shapely. She takes off her glasses to wipe them, and her face suddenly looks naked and vulnerable. I decide that today she is going to be mine. She looks too fresh, too composed and tranquil to be from around here. A big city imparts a certain look on its denizens, and she lacks it. All for the best. I look at her, not directly, but intently, imagining a thick transparent penis sliding in between her large thighs, in and out, in and out. It works often, I don't know why, but it does. After about five minutes, she starts biting her lips and squirming in her seat a little. She feels that she's getting warmer and wetter, but she does not know why. I know. She forgets about her book and starts daydreaming, her eyes ...
    glazing over, her lips slightly parted. I watch her. She starts back into awareness, and looks around, puzzled and bewildered. Looks like she missed her stop. Indeed, the train is entering a long stretch without any stops, and that will take her to a part of the city where no tourists go. She stands up and walks up and down the car, giving me a chance to admire her wide hips and fat round ass. I decide that she is ripe for an approach, or else somebody else will notice that gorgeous plump specimen separated from the herd. - Did you miss your stop, miss? - I enquire politely. Her face lights up: somebody in the cold heartless big city has finally noticed her plight. - Yes, I did, - her voice is pleasant and melodious, I will enjoy hearing her cry out, - can you please tell me how to get back to my hotel? It's on Thirty-second Street. - That is really easy, - I smile, - this is the one-way express K train, that means you can't take it back because it goes back by a different route, so what you want is get off in two stops, take the number 55 bus, go seven blocks east, then get the G train cross-town, change at Toten Pond to the H train and then get off and take the shuttle that replaces the Q train back to the 34th street. I can see by her face that she lost me mid-sentence. - Or, - I add, - you can just follow me for at least a part of the way, 'cause I am going in that direction myself. - Oh thank you! - she exclaims and sits beside me. I smile at her and pat her affectionately ...
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