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Caught ShortI’ve travelled almost my entire working life, mostly as a seafarer. Whilst I’ve had an amazing time, it meant that meeting – and keeping – someone special has been a real challenge. One of the ways that my wife and I have managed to keep our relationship fresh is through telling stories. It made the miles seem shorter, the separations easier.I hope you enjoy them as much as we have…The things you do in the early stages of a relationship tend to set the scene for years to come. One of the things we found out about each other was that we would do it almost anywhere so long as we could do it with each other. One of our favourites – it still is – was disabled lavatories. They’re usually pretty clean, always spacious and private. After a while we found ourselves hunting them out. We’d met quite late on, so nobody seemed to notice the couple in their forties using the loo together.Working at sea meant that there were times of the year when our time together was limited, so Lisa would sometimes travel to see me either whilst my ship was in dock or between ships when I would sometimes travel the length of the country to join a new one. The joy of the self employed contractor, I suppose. On one occasion she came to London to see me as I headed out to Ramsgate on the Kent coast.I saw her across the concourse at Victoria Station, her gypsy skirt and high boots marking her out among the commuters. You know that moment when you just want someone, no matter what? I was hard before she even noticed me watching her approach. Her breasts bounced with her steps, moving in time with her rich auburn hair. Sorry if I’m going on a bit – to this day I can’t believe this ultra hot sex object was there to see me.Light chat, coffee and sandwiches followed. The düzce escort usual things two lovers do when in public with nowhere to go when they’d rather just get naked but can’t. After a while Lisa suggested we find a loo. It was hard to tell if this was the coffee or the desire talking, so I went with it and we set about looking for one to share. I’d be happy to deal with my erection later so long as my love could relieve the pressure on her bladder.Nothing doing. This was London in the middle of a working afternoon in high summer. Everywhere was mobbed, and the only disabled facilities we could find were being strictly controlled by the station staff. In our innocence we’d forgotten how popular they must be for shooting up, adolescent encounters, etc etc. Two stations later and she was getting desperate.Finally, we found a completely empty ladies toilet at the end of a long platform. I offered to wait outside, which just drew a withering glare.“I didn’t travel all this way for you to get all chivalrous on me. Just keep quiet and we’ll be alright”, she said. Grabbing her hand, I led the way into forbidden territory. We picked a corner cubicle where one side was a blank wall. Less chance of getting noticed. Whilst it might be roomy for one person, it was a tight squeeze for two, so I stood with my back against the door, my bag behind my feet to disguise the fact that I was there.Man, it was hot in there. I pulled off my shirt to hopefully stop myself sweating too much. Lisa grinned and patted my by now very noticeable bulge. Just at that moment the door banged open and what sounded like an entire busload of young women came in, yelling, laughing talking loudly to each other. Lisa put her finger to her lips and sat back on her seat.You couldn’t escort düzce make it up, could you? A grown man trapped in a ladies toilet cubicle in the heat of a summer’s afternoon, his woman sitting on the loo desperate to go. At that very moment, our door rattled.“Is this one out of order?”, a young voice said, pretty much straight into my ear. Lisa pointed at me with one hand, making the universal ‘hush’ gesture with the other, one finger on her lips.“No, it’s just occupied!”, she called out. The girl on the other side of the door harrumphed and seemed to move away. To emphasise the point, Lisa let go a strong jet of pee, noisy in the bowl, easily heard above the commotion on the other side of the door.I couldn’t help myself. There’s just something so incredibly horny about watching my woman pee. Perhaps it’s the taboo aspect. Perhaps it’s the vision inside my head of her wet lips, the moisture coming in a stream like one long squirting orgasm. I don’t know. Either way, I began to rub the bulge in my jeans.Lisa grinned, and replaced my hand with hers, happily unbuttoning the flies. I was wearing boxers that day, just on the off chance, y’know? As she unbuttoned, my erection emerged all by itself. I’m not long, just average, but thick. It looked brutal in the odd blue light they use to stop the junkies finding their veins.Her stream had stopped, but the fact that she was now lightly stroking my shaft with her fingertips kept me right at the edge of reason. I was getting light headed from trying not to breathe too noisily. At which Lisa did the unexpected, and took my head between her lips.I say unexpected because she almost never gives head. It’s not that she doesn’t like it – quite the opposite – it’s that she has an overdeveloped gag reflex düzce escort bayan and my girth sets her off really easily. Not wanting that to happen, for my own benefit as much as hers, I stood completely motionless. Slowly, painfully deliciously slowly, she slid her lips down my shaft.It was as if all the noise of the girls on the other side of the door had simply faded away. My entire being was focused on the sensation in my crotch. Lisa hooked her fingers into my flies and pulled the material wider, allowing my balls to emerge. She sc****d them with her fingertips as she sucked.It was clear she wanted me to cum in her mouth. I’d have cum noisily and demonstratively if it hadn’t for the fear of arrest and public humiliation chatting merrily away in the corridor. Holding my breath and keeping stock still intensified it too.Instead I came in complete silence, the most intense experience in my entire life. My muscles tensed quite literally from the soles of my feet to the backs of my ears. My body arched like a fully drawn longbow, just the tips of my toes and the back of my head touching anything, my cock buried in Lisa’s mouth like an obscene missile pumping juice deep into the back of her throat. My stomach muscles flexed so hard I thought I’d double up over her head. I held my breath all the while, the blood thumping hard in my temples, my vision blurring, all noise and sensation disappearing apart from in my cock. Incredible.Lisa held onto the root of my shaft,not only stopping me from ramming it right into her stomach but keeping me still and upright. As I came back to reality I realised that I ached all over from the tension and oxygen deprivation I grinned. Lisa licked the juice from her lips and grinned back. The girls had begun to leave. We’d managed to hide our moment of depravity in their noisy joyful lives.And then it happened, the bit I’ve never told anyone, ever. On the other side of the door, so so quiet it was just audible to me, a voice.“I bet that felt good!”.

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