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In Praise of the Bum Ch. 01

By: WilliamShakespear



In Praise of The Bum (Or The Ass as Our American Cousins Call It)

I don't know what it was but the rocking of the underground train always had the same effect on me at the end of the day. It made me sleepy. Today I was dozing before the train got to the next station. Maybe it was the heat, the tiredness (and boredom) from my job. The half a bottle of wine at lunch time certainly didn't help.

I was oblivious to the train filling and emptying until we got to Waterloo. Even though I was dozing, hundreds if not thousands of commuting journeys had led to an inbuilt calculator as to where we where so that I didn't miss my station. Well there was the once, but I digress.

At Waterloo, someone stood on my foot. I woke and straight ahead of me was my idea of heaven. A tight, jean clad, perfectly formed and sized bum. I looked upwards and was greeted by a smiling blond looking over her shoulder and down at me. She smiled and silently said the word "sorry." She was probably in her mid twenties, attractive in a girl-next-door sort of way with shoulder length blond hair. She had dark blue jeans on and a simple white tee shirt.

I smiled back and tried to nonchalantly keep looking at her perfectly formed rear. It really was heaven on earth for me, a self proclaimed "bum man" who had perfected the art of lusting after female bums since my late teens.

Just as I was aware that I really should try and look elsewhere and stop imagining the beauty that was underneath the jeans, she turned around. I was now looking at her front. My eyes were level with her waist. As the train moved she reached up to the hanging strap which made her tee shirt rise an inch or two allowing me a glimpse of her flat stomach. She was obviously conscious of this and tried but failed to pull her tee shirt down, but realising this wasn't possible she allowed my view to continue uninterrupted. She certainly had no reason to be embarrassed as what she did show many girls would have been proud of; there was no hint of fat but neither was she a size 0. She looked perfect.

I looked up and as my gaze rose I saw the swelling of her breasts. Not enormous, but what seemed perfectly sized and in proportion to the rest of her. My gaze continued up and saw her face. She was oblivious to my wondering looks as she was absorbed in her music, the tell tale white ear phones leading to an IPod or phone she had in her bag that was slung over her shoulder.

"Damn," I had been caught. She looked down at me looking at her. She smiled at me. Had she seen me taking in this vision of her?

At the next station she again turned around to change hands holding onto the strap allowing me another period of staring and lusting after her bum.

My imagination started going into overdrive. What sort of underwear was she wearing? Briefs or a thong? What colour?

We were approaching my station. I had to get off but was aware that the thoughts and musings had led to a budding erection. Thankfully I was wearing some fairly loose trousers, but nevertheless I may be obvious having a semi stiffy. The fact that she was standing right in front of me so that when I stood up we would probably touch didn't lessen my concerns.

Wow, I was going to be saved. Her body language indicated she too was getting off at the next station. As the train was slowing down she turned to face the doors, allowing me a side on view of her. Those breasts really did look nice in profile.

I stood up behind her. Our hands touched as I grabbed the rail but she didn't flinch or move. On commuter trains it is something that happens. We are all used to it, but today there was a direct reaction from my hand to my groin. "Oh God no!" I thought as my semi hard erection became a notch harder.

The train stopped and I followed her out of the train. As all seasoned travellers know, you reduce all journey times by knowing where connections and exits are and at this station I needed to change to another line. The connecting corridor was right opposite the door of the train.

I followed her off the train, and without hesitation she went down the corridor opposite. She was going to do the same change as me. I hung back and silently cursed the people that got in my way, or should I say, got in the way of my view of her bum as she walked along the corridor. It swayed and wiggled in a most appealing way. "Oh my God," I thought. "You had better behave or you will be in trouble."

As she approached the platform for the connecting train, she turned left. The same way I would normally have gone, but in an attempt to behave and get real, I turned right. "There, problem solved, a fantasy for future use, but now lets get home," I said to myself.

I got off the underground train and made the next connection at the main line station as I continued my journey home, trying unsuccessfully to remove the vision on the girls jean clad bum from my memory.

Standing on the concourse waiting for the platform to be announced I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, the girl leaving the magazine store in the station. She was walking purposely towards the area where all the commuters waited; mindlessly looking up at the notice board waiting for the magic number to appear that would signal a rush to the platform for the next stage of their journeys.

She stopped about 10 yards in front of me and looked up at the departure boards. I had to, I couldn't help it, but I shouldn't have, however, once again my eyes were drawn, like a moth to a light bulb, to her bum. I had ogled thousands of female bums. I had been fortunate enough to hold, stroke and caress a fair number too. But, my God! This girl's bum was in a league of its own. Never ever will she have to say to a partner "Does my bum look big in this?" It would always look perfect. The cheeks were perfectly sized for a man to hold with desire and lust, stroking them and worshipping them. I was imagining rubbing oil into them, needing them and opening them to view the pleasures of her pussy and bum hole. Would she be shaved? Would she like anal? As my imagination started running away with itself, I imagined her on all fours, stroking her bum and imploring me to take her doggy style. I was also aware of the return of my erection.

She was moving. Those cheeks were going somewhere. I quickly looked up at the departure board and saw my train was leaving from platform 3. The same platform she was heading to. I followed her at a safe distance and noticed the carriage she was getting on. The same one I would normally use. But not tonight. I was going to be sensible and get on another one, even though it may add a few yards and maybe a minute to my commute as I would have to walk further from the train to the station exit when I reached my home station.

I managed to get a seat and immediately started mentally beating myself up for making such a fool of myself. What was I doing? What if I had been caught? It was clear I was lusting after her like an old pervert, unable to take my gaze, no not gaze, I was staring for gods sake! Unable to avert my staring at her. My God, I must be 25 years older than her! She was only a bit older than my eldest daughter!

Eventually the train pulled into my station and I hoped and prayed I wouldn't see her. Wouldn't see her perfectly shaped bum, tightly enclosed in those jeans, actuating the curves and teasing me with what was beneath the denim.

Well, too bad! 

I did see her. Maybe 5 yards ahead of me, walking briskly up the steps making her bum look even better as her jeans stretched with her every movement. She walked through the turnstile, collecting her ticket indicating she was a regular commuter. Why hadn't I seen her before? After all commuters are creatures of habit. Day in, day out. Wherever possible, same train, same carriage, same seat.

She continued to walk briskly as I sauntered towards the car park, increasing the distance between us. I wanted to have another sneaky look, but thankfully Mr Sensible was now in charge of my brain, not Mr Dirty Old Man or Mr Lustful.

I saw her look into her bag and remove something. Car keys?

She slowed down and then next thing was that I saw her open the door of an old Ford Ka and get in. As though it was the most natural thing in the world I glanced between her car and the one next door, just as her long jean covered leg disappeared and she shut the door.

I meanwhile had already approached my car and realised that as we had parked so close together there was a very good chance we had been on the same train in the morning. I immediately made a mental note to catch the same train the next day. Why? What did I expect to achieve. Another hour or so of perving and trying to catch a glance of her? What if she didn't wear jeans? What if it was raining and she wore a long coat. What about me getting a grip and realising what I had was now turning into an infatuation.

I drove home and endured a night of domestic boredom, trying to maintain a conversation with my wife and feign interest in what ever crap we were watching on the TV.

As we went to bed, my wife said: "I hope you aren't feeling randy, I am so tired."

"No, It's my turn for the headache," I replied smiling so as to ensure she knew that I was joking.

I kissed her goodnight but I knew I was unable to sleep. "I will only be a fidget," I said, "I'll go downstairs and play on the computer for a bit till I'm tired."

"OK," she said in a sleepy voice, "don't be too long."

I went downstairs and turned the PC on and poured myself a large glass of wine as I waited for it to boot up.

"After today I need to see some porn!" I said to myself.

I went onto one of my favourite sites; Literotica but couldn't see any new stories that caught my attention. I then went to the forum and wanted to look at the amateur pictures. I didn't normally like these as they weren't usually explicit enough for my tastes, so I have no idea why I did it that night.

There was a new posting from "27 year old new postings, please be nice."

I clicked on it and glanced through the normal verbage and then clicked on the first picture attachement. "Oh my God!" I nearly shouted out aloud. It was her. The girl from the train.

The picture had a full face with one arm over her breasts and the other hiding her pubic region. I enlarged the picture. There was no doubt, it was her. I couldn't believe it. It really was her.

Still in some sort of disbelief, I opened the next picture. It most definitely was her. It was a shot of her looking over her shoulder at the camera and her bum in full show. It really was heavenly. It was like I saw her on the underground train but now I could see the real deal. I sat there mesmerised by what was in front of me. Her smile was not forced; it was natural, someone enjoying doing the pose. Her bum looked as I had imagined it. Smooth, perfectly firm and proportioned, just right for me to stroke and caress.

I closed the pictures and followed the thread, There were the normal "nice ass" and "show us more" and "great pics" comments.

The last posting on the thread was about 10 minutes ago, another picture. I opened it; my hand shaking on the mouse. It was a picture of her with her hands across her breasts but her fingers apart enough to show an erect nipple.

I leant back in my chair trying to take in the last few hours. Seeing a random "bum" on a train, my imagination going into overdrive and now seeing the pictures on the internet.

Madness took over and I responded to the thread.

"Love the pictures, especially your bum."

I sat down and took a deep breath.

The screen refreshed and there was another posting: "Glad you like them, would you like to see more?"

We were talking!

"Yes, please. I think I am in love with your bum!"

"LOL OK, let me see what I have."

I went to refill my glass of wine and as I returned I was pleased to see another posting. She had attached another picture.

I opened it. My screen was filled with a full picture of her bum with her hands resting on her cheeks.

There was then another post.

"You like?"

I answered. "Oh yes!"

There was another post. "PM me and we can chat offline but not tonite as I need to get some sleep."

I hesitated but knew I had to do something, so I PM'd her:

"Hi I love your pics and would love to chat and see more, I look forward to chatting. Tomorrow?" I gave her my Yahoo and MSN account details.

Then, nothing. 

I reopened her pictures and arranged them over the screen. I was aware that as I studied the pictures blood flowed to my nether regions and I started to get an erection. Wearing only a nightgown I started to stroke my ever hardening prick as I looked at the pictures on my screen. A few hours ago I saw a beautifully proportioned bum enclosed in tight fitting jeans and now I saw that uncovered and exposed in the internet. I was now fully hard and I was moving my foreskin back and forwards over the helmet of my hard prick. I knew I wouldn't last long; nobody can play with a prick better than its owner. I was stroking harder and faster with my eyes glued on the picture of loveliness on my PC screen. I was close, I was about to cum. I cupped my left hand as I stroked my hard prick with my right and caught my cum as I spurted and spurted.

I finished and relaxed. My left hand was full of cum as I regained my composure looking at the pictures on my PC.

After cleaning myself up, I turned the PC off and went to bed, significantly more relaxed than an hour or so previously.

Waking 6 hours or so later I quickly shaved, showered and dressed before heading to the station. I had a plan. I wanted to see "my vision" again. I didn't want to make it obvious but I just knew I had to. Was I turning into a stalker?

I parked my car in the normal place and, as luck would have it, saw the Ka coming into the station. I pretended to ignore it and slowly walked towards the station. Standing on the platform I nonchalantly glanced around until I saw the girl approach the stand with the free newspapers. Today she was wearing some black tailored trousers, a nice blue blouse with the top two or was it three buttons undone. I tried really hard not to stare, not to remember the pictures I had seen of her last night; the hint of a nipple, the bare bum; the relaxed smile. I could feel myself starting to get aroused. Down boy!

The train pulled into the station and the mindless commute continued. I was unable to get a seat but I was perfectly positioned to stand in the doorway and have an uninterrupted view of her. Her....I wondered what her name was. She looked like a Jenny. Why? I have no idea. But from now on she was "Jenny."

She must have a boy friend. Those pictures were not self shot; unless of course she had a tripod and posed herself? If she did have a boyfriend he was a very lucky man. Did he knowhow lucky? He must have. He must enjoy stroking her; Jenny. He must like caressing her bum. He must enjoy the reaction it gave her. She would murmur her appreciation as his hands roamed over her, occasionally letting his fingers explore her, gently touching her pussy, seeing how wet it was. Maybe just letting a digit circle her clitoris but in the main concentrating on stroking her bum. Would he be more bold and spread her cheeks to expose her rear hole? Would he let his fingers stroke here, maybe even make it wet and try and enter her? Would she like it? Would she encourage him? Or would Jenny say "No, that's out of bounds!"

I was on the way to getting hard which I tried to hide as I looked at her reading her newspaper, my thoughts now shifting to the "chat" we had last night and would hopefully have later. Would it be tonight?

Did she know that someone that had seen her and "spoken" to her on the internet was standing a few yards away? If she did, did she care?

The train stopped. I looked out of the dirty window and saw we where between stations. The driver made an announcement about a signal failure that was greeted by groans from the passengers. Jenny looked up and somehow looked straight at me. There was a vague look of recognition and half a smile. Clearly she wouldn't know it was me she "spoke" with last night, but did she recognise me from the underground last night, or was it just a polite smile from one commuter catching the eye of another?

The train moved and stopped again. "Bloody hell, it's going to be one of those journeys," the guy standing next to me said to nobody in particular. I nodded.

Jenny had finished reading her newspaper and was now rummaging in her bag and found her IPhone. Plugging in her earpieces she started playing with the phone. Was she looking at the website she was starring on I mused? Surely not on a public train!

What ever she was doing she must have enjoyed it as Jenny smiled. She started tapping keys. She must be emailing or texting. Her boyfriend?

Thankfully my budding erection had now died down and I could relax. I tried to take in more detail of Jenny. She had a pretty oval face with minimal makeup from what I could see. Blue eyes and shoulder length blond hair, straight with a hair-band holding it back. Did she have that yesterday; was she wearing one in her photos? No, she had a sort of centre parting yesterday and in the photos. The undone buttons of her blouse didn't give any hint of cleavage but from what I saw yesterday on the train and in her pictures, she was probably a 34. Slim, flat stomach and nice in proportion legs. Probably 5' 6" or so tall. Her bum, well I didn't need to think about that as the vision of it clad in jeans yesterday, in tailored trousers today and nude in the pictures was permanently etched on my brains hard drive!

The train started moving again and Jenny stopped typing and looked out of the window. She then looked around and I looked down trying to avert her gaze. I looked up and she was looking straight at me. Had I been caught?

She wasn't looking cross or accusingly at me. It wasn't one of those "What the fuck are you looking at" looks. It was almost quizzical. "Why do I know you?" type of look.

She looked away as I continued to try and be nonchalant, but probably failed miserably.

Eventually the train pulled into the London terminus and the hoards of commuters disembarked. Having been standing I was one of the first off so headed to the underground station knowing Jenny would be behind me and hoping she would catch me up.

If she did, I didn't see her as I was soon on the underground train and despite looking around and along the platform she was nowhere to be seen.

The day passed by in a whirl of boredom and office bullshit. I hoped beyond all hope that I would see Jenny on the way home, but it wasn't to be.

Once home I started to think how I would be able to chat with Jenny. After dinner I said I had some work to do, so went off to my home office and logged on to Literorica.

I opened my emails and there was one form "Jenny". "Hi its Jane, we chatted last night, fancy some IM tonight, about 10? Xx"

Did I? Was the Pope catholic?

At 10.00 I logged on again.

TO BE CONTINUED...

PLEASE DROP ME AN EMAIL WITH THOUGHTS OF HOW YOU THINK THIS MAY DEVELOP. WHILE I ACKNOWLEDGE THAT THIS IS ALL ABOUT FANTASY, I WOULD LIKE TO KEEP IT REALISTIC. AND LADIES, ANY PICTURES THAT YOU MAY HAVE TO HELP WITH THE STORY AND ENHANCE MY WRITING WOULD ALSO BE APPRECIATED..

In Praise of the Bum Ch. 02



While this will stand alone as a story, I suggest you read part 1 to get a better understanding of the background to the events.



My hand trembled on the mouse as I logged into my computer. I went into my MSN account and immediately it signalled that she was there and invited me to a conversation. Jane was wanting to talk to me.

I tentatively accepted and the conversation box appeared.

"Hi, glad you joined. I was waiting for you."

I replied: "That's nice, I was looking forward to chatting with you."

"Likewise," came the immediate response.

I was tongue tied or whatever the cyber equivalent is. 

"Have you done this before?" she typed.

I was about to say yes, but something stopped me. I had MSN'd with friends and my kids, but this was different. "No," I eventually wrote.

"Same here, its kinda weird," she wrote.

"Yes, very."

"So you liked my pictures did you?" she said putting a smiley face at the end of her sentence.

"Yes, I really did. You have a very nice figure."

"I seem to remember you liked my bum in particular."

"Yes, I guess I am a bum man lol."

There was a pause and then she wrote. "You will like this then I hope." There was an attachment.

I opened it and my screen filled with a shot of Jane, naked, lying on her tummy, lying on a bed, her legs together bent at the knees. She was looking at the camera with a smile that lit up her face. 

I minimised the picture and wrote "Wow, that is so nice. Who ever got to take the picture is a very lucky person. Your bf I presume?"

"Ex"

"Oh, sorry."

"Don't be. He cheated, I am better off without him, but I'm glad you like it."

"Very much," I replied aware of a stiffening in my groin area.

"How about this?" she typed with another attachment. 

I opened it, this was a frontal shot. She was naked standing beside a piece of furniture, looking side on to the camera so that I could see her boobs in profile but her pussy was not on show, hidden by the angle she was standing at and the positioning of her legs. I looked and studied the profile of her boobs. They were in perfect proportion to the rest of her, no hint of sag and were topped off by hard dark red nipples.

"Very nice, very very nice."

"I'm glad you like them." 

I wanted to ask why she was sharing them with someone totally unknown. She was not to know we had been standing so close over the last few days and obviously lived fairly close to each other. I could have been the other side of the world!

As if by telepathy, she wrote. "I really enjoy sending these to a stranger. I haven't done it before and I don't know why I am doing it now but it's a real turn on I have to admit."

"For me too," I typed.

"Am I making you hard?"

"Yes."

"Good."

Another attachment came through. This was similar to the previous shot, but this time I could see her pussy. She stood square to the camera, hands on hips, smiling at the camera. She wasn't shaved, and she was clearly a natural blond and her pubic hair was neatly trimmed.

Another message came through. "Good?"

"Yes, very nice."

"I would like to see you, not your dick, well not yet, but you so I can visualise who I am talking with."

I hesitated. This could be the end I thought. 

"Sorry, I haven't got any pictures on this PC."

"Ok, maybe another time."

I had got away with it. "Yes, OK."

"So are you any harder now you can really see all of me."

"Yes."

"Would you like to be harder still?"

"Yes."

"Wait a minute then."

A minute or so passed and then another attachment came.

I opened it and I immediately got harder. It was a picture of her lying on her back naked on a bed, taken from her feet, she was again smiling at the camera, but my eyes were drawn to her pussy. Her legs were apart and she had one finger buried deep inside her and one finger of her other hand was playing with her clit. 

"Has that made you harder?"

"Yes."

"Good."

"That is a fantastic picture. It looks as though you were enjoying yourself."

"I was and I am."

"?"

"I am playing with myself as I type."

"Oh My God!" I typed as I felt myself harden even more.

"Yes, it's very nice."

"I can imagine."

"Yes, imagine me fingering myself, teasing my clit, making myself wetter and wetter. Making myself cum."

"I am."

"I want you to play with yourself."

"Really?"

"Yes."

As if on auto pilot, I opened my flies and took out my rock hard prick. I slowly started to stroke it as I looked at the picture of Jane playing with herself.

"Are you playing with yourself?"

"Yes, but I can't type and wank lol."

"Men can't multitask? Lol."

"No."

Another attachment came through. This was similar to the previous one but it was clear she was very close to or actually having an orgasm as her eyes were tightly shut and the expression on her face made it clear what was happening. She now had two fingers inside her and her legs were further apart as the other hand continued to be busy playing with her clit.

My stroking got more urgent and my foreskin slid over my helmet with the wet pre-cum that had appeared. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was wanking in front of a screen showing a picture of a girl only a bit older than my daughter, naked and playing with herself. I was chatting to her and also had seen her "in the flesh" as it where when I had lusted after her jean clad bum. These things happened in cheap porno movies, not in real life.

"I am about to cum," she wrote.

I was engrossed in my own actions and reluctantly stopped stroking myself.

"Good, and so am I."

I could feel the tell tale signs as I started stroking myself harder. I was very close. I stroked harder and faster as I felt my balls tighten and I erupted. Spurt after spurt of hot white cum shot out of the end of my prick. It went all over the screen, all over the picture of Jane orgasaming in front of me. I had seen pictures on line of men doing this and it disgusted me. Now I had done it. What on earth was happening to me?

I found a tissue and cleaned myself and my screen, putting my shrinking prick back into my trousers.

"Did you cum?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Me too. It was nice."

"Did you cum looking at me?" Jane typed.

"Yes, I did."

"Good, that makes me feel good."

"What where you thinking of?" I asked.

"You looking at me, you stroking your prick, making it hard, thinking of me, lusting after me."

"Yes. I did all that."

"I am getting turned on again lol," she typed with a smiley face winking.

"You are a very sexy young lady."

"I don't know what has got into me. I always enjoyed sex and liked posing for the pictures but never thought I would do this."

"Me neither."

"But it's fun and I suppose a natural extension to posting the pictures on the site."

"That is true."

"Have you a webcam?"

"No," I lied, immediately worried that again my "cover" would be blown. But then I thought would I care? Surely she would recognise me and then what would her reaction be? She would be appalled. Or would she?

"Shame, maybe next time, but you can see me if I turn the cam on cant you?"

Next time, she wants to do this again! "I think so."

"Shall we try?"

"Ok."

A new window opened and I clicked on it and there she was. Jane was sitting looking at the webcam. She waved.

"Hi, I can see you," I typed.

Her lips moved and I turned my speakers on, but made sure the volume was low. "....you hear me?"

"Yes," I typed.

Her voice was soft; as I had imagined. 

"What can you see?"

"Your head and shoulders."

She stood up and I could see her breasts.

She touched her nipple.

"That's nice."

"I am glad you like it," she said.

She angled the webcam down and across her flat stomach .

Her voice came through the speakers. "Hang on a minute."

Her hand approached the cam and she was obviously fiddling with it, changing something.

The next thing I saw was her standing away from her computer with the angle of the webcam changed to show all of her. She was standing with her hands on her hips stark naked and smiling suggestively. Her voice was distant as she was presumably away from the microphone "Does this meet your approval?"

As she said it she lowered her hand and slightly opened her legs and I could clearly see her rubbing herself. I could see her touching her clit, making it stand to attention.

She stepped closer to the camera and made sure it was focussed on her pussy. She opened her legs further and I could see her wet lips covered by her thin blond pubes.

"Is this a nice view?" she said as her fingers pulled her lips apart.

"Yes, very nice." I typed.

I was too long in the tooth to be able to have another erection, but my God this was arousing nevertheless.

"What do you want me to do? Tell me."

"Turn around, I want to see your bum please, I want to see you play with yourself from behind."

She did as I asked and I had the fantastic view of her perfect bum and her fingers exploring herself. She pulled her bum cheeks apart to improve my view. I could just make out her rear entrance and could hear her fingers playing in her wet pussy.

"I am really turned on," her muffled voice came through the speakers again.

"I want to cum, I want you to see me cum," she said and I could hear the arousal in her voice.

She turned around and sat down on a chair. Lewdly she opened her legs and must have put them either side of the computer as the cam was now centred on her pussy. I could see her lips, her hard clit and I could see how wet she was. She lovingly stroked her lips and put one then two fingers deep inside herself. I could hear her moan and then I saw her remove her fingers and she started rubbing her clit. She rubbed harder and faster. My eyes were glued to the screen as I could see she was getting closer and closer to cumming. I had seen women play with themselves before, but this took the voyeuristic nature of the evening to a new level. Despite my age and despite having cum fairly recently, I could feel myself harden.

I took my prick out of my trousers . It wasn't hard but wasn't totally flaccid and I stroked it as Jane's orgasm approached.

"I'm cumming!" she cried. "Oh fucking hell yes!"

My eyes never left the screen as she froze, a finger held tight against her clitoris as the orgasm consumed her every nerve ending.

As she regained her composure she moved and sat down, the cam now focused on her head and shoulders again.

"I can't believe I did that!" she said. I could hear the embarrassment in her voice.

"That was amazing," I typed.

"God I am so embarrassed," she said.

"Don't be," I typed.

"I really really can't believe I did that, but I was so turned on."

"I could see that, and maybe next time I can return the favour if you know what I mean," I wrote. I was not sure where bravery had come from!

"Yes, that would be nice. I really need to go to bed now, so good night."

And with that she closed the web cam down.

"Good night" I typed, but the connection had gone.

The next morning I saw her on the train. She was wearing the tight jeans that I had started this incredible situation. I stood and looked at her trying not to make her feel uncomfortable and making sure she didn't see me staring. I was deep in thought, looking at her on the train like any other passenger, but at the same time I relived the previous night's activities; the chatting, the pictures and then the web cam session. I looked around the train; everyone looked so normal how many others had a similar lifestyle? How many were exhibitionists? They would all feel safe behind the keyboard, but what were the odds of being so close to someone? 

Millions to one? Hundreds of millions to one?

I then started thinking what would happen if, no, when Jane realised her internet chat buddy, who had seen her most intimate activities and secret parts of her body, was a fellow passenger. A neighbour even. She would die of embarrassment. So would I. Or would I?

I knew I had two choices. I couldn't stall sending pictures or having a webcam chat for ever. So if I sent her a picture she would sooner or later recognise me. Therefore should I come clean? 

The other option would be to stop this stupid infatuation before one of us got hurt. That was the most sensible option. But was it something I was prepared to do? I looked at Jane, I had a flashback to her playing with herself the previous night, fingering herself to an orgasm. I really wanted to see that again.

I would come clean and tell her I knew her. Yes, next time we were on line I would tell her that the odds were incredible but I recognised her. I had seen her on the train. She got off the train at the same station as me. We were probably neighbours. I had to do it. I had to tell her.

Or did I?



AGAIN I WOULD ASK FOR SUGGESTIONS AND IDEAS OF WHAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO HAPPEN NEXT



In Praise of the Bum Ch. 03



THIS STORY STANDS ALONE BUT IS ACTUALLY A FOLLOW ON FROM THE 2 PREVIOUS PARTS

I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT

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I logged on. If I had been nervous before, it was nothing compared with how I felt now.

It was total and utter bloody madness. I was "chatting" with a girl barely older than my eldest daughter. The chatting was erotic and the webcam and the photos were mind-blowing. I had told her I was much older than her hadn't I? I know I had dodged the picture request and the lame excuse of the lack of a webcam. But here I was about to have to make the decision. I knew her. I didn't really know her, but I travelled with her, had seen her on the train, I had seen her get off at the same station as me. We therefore lived close to each other and I had seen her most intimate parts; parts of her anatomy normally only seen by a lover. I had seen her undertake "sexual acts" that many women refused to perform in front of their partner. 

Jane had logged on. Oh God I thought to myself. I had convinced myself that I would come clean. I would tell her how I had got to know who she was. It was a million to one shot. Seeing her on the underground and then later seeing her on an adult forum and then somehow we started chatting. No, it wasn't a million to one, it was 100's of millions to one. Whatever it was I had decided to tell her. However, as my hands hovered over the keyboard, doubts were creeping in.

"Hi." She typed.

"Hi to you too," I replied.

"What do you want to chat about or do tonite? I am feeling v randy"

"LOL," I typed with my fingers and hands shaking so much I had trouble finding the keys. "Me too."

"Have you managed to find a pic?" she asked.

Oh God this is it. Do or die. Come clean or continue the deceit. But that was the dilemma. It wasn't deceit. Ok I should have said something earlier, but I wasn't really lying. 

"Sort of," I replied

"??"

"It's quiet an old one, a year or so, but will that do?" I wrote. I had actually found a picture earlier and decided if pushed I would send it.

"That will be fine. Something for me to look at while we chat and whatever ;-)"

"Ok then." I attached the picture, hesitated and then hit the return key. It went, it had gone, she would see me. She would recognise me. And then what? 

It was as if I was holding my breath as the message and attachment picture of me went all the way through cyber space to a computer a matter of miles away.

There was soon a response.

"Great thanks," she wrote. Then while I was considering what to write, she added: "For one horrible moment I thought you were just going to send a picture of your cock. I would like to see that too, but for now the one you sent is great."

There was nothing about recognising me. Nothing about "you are that pervy bastard on the train." 

"Glad you like it."

"Yes, now I can imagine who it is I am exhibiting myself too, who is watching me play with myself."

Before I could respond, she sent an attachment. It was a picture of her, topless on a beach.

"Nice," I replied.

"Taken last year, and then we went to a more secluded part of the beach and......"

Various attachments came across with pictures of her posing nude: a deserted beach with sand dunes in the background. They really were good pictures; both technically and artistically. They were also turning me on as I studied her breasts, her hard engorged nipples and the pubic region with her neatly trimmed bush, hiding her genitalia."

"Very nice, very nice indeed."

"Glad you them."

I was getting nervous again. Nervous that despite having sent the picture of myself she still hadn't recognised me. If I didn't say anything, what would happen if she made the connection tomorrow morning on the train? Would she freak? Would she shout out "it's you!" pointing at me and drawing attention to us?

"Your boy was a very lucky guy."

"Well you can enjoy them now. Are they turning you on? Are they making you hard?"

"Yes," I replied.

"I want to see." She immediately responded.

I hesitated. 

"I want to see you prick, your hard prick. Surely you have an iPhone?"

"Yes."

"Then take a picture of it." Adding shortly afterwards. "Please."

"Ok," I wrote, "wait a minute."

"I will play with myself while you get sorted. Want to imagine or see me on cam?"

"Cam," I typed.

Soon an invite to join a session appeared. I accepted and saw her smiling at me before she lowered the cam to her groin and I saw her spread herself and started to play with herself, stroking her clit and putting a finger inside herself.

"Are you sure you haven't got a Cam" she asked.

"No."

"Shame, please get one. How is the picture cumming "

I undid my jeans and removed my cock; I stroked it as I looked at her masturbating in front of the camera. It got harder.

"Nearly there."

I reached out for my iPhone and took a couple of pictures. Then another few with me holding and stroking my cock. I don't remember it ever being so hard, so big.

"Ok pictures taken, let me upload them."

I saw her move as she obviously reached towards the keyboard. "Good, I can't wait." She moved again and I presume continued her masturbating.

Meanwhile I connected the phone and started the process of uploading the pictures, putting them in a folder that I would have to remember to delete later.

With the process complete, I started the next stage and attached them before sending them to Jane. 

I hit the return key and off they went.

I looked up at the screen and saw she was really rubbing herself hard; was she close to cumming?

She stopped, the pictures must have arrived.

There was silence, or whatever the cyber term is for no conversation. The screen only showed her pussy, there was no activity. She must have been looking at the pictures.

"Thanks," came her next response. "It looks really nice. I can imagine sucking it, having you fuck me with it."

My prick twitched as I read this. I looked at the screen and I could see she had resumed her playing. She then stopped and I could see she was typing a message.

"I am going to make myself cum and you prick is in front of me on my screen, I am going to imagine it deep inside me, filling me, and while I do that I will not type anything as I want to concentrate on 2 things."

"Ok, what?" I wrote.

"My orgasm and yours. I want you to play with yourself and I want you to show me the proof that you came."

"OK," I replied.

I looked at the webcam screen again and say she had resumed playing, rubbing her clit and fingering herself.

I lifted my shirt up to protect it as I started stroking my hard prick; I saw that the precum was covering its head, easing the movement of the foreskin; backwards and forwards. I stroked harder and harder. I didn't want to last. I wanted release. I wanted to cum. I wanted to ejaculate over my stomach. I then wanted to take a picture of the evidence and send it to the girl madly rubbing herself on the screen on my PC. It was madness. I had never done anything like this, I would probably never do anything like it again, but ......I knew I was about to cum. I could feel that tale tale tightening, almost feel the cum as it went along the tubes and I looked away from the screen as it spurted out of the end of my prick and onto my belly.

Thick white globules were there to show the proof of my endeavours. I looked up at the screen and saw that there was no movement of her fingers, they were held hard against her clit and deep inside her. She must be cumming too.

I reached for my phone, took a couple of pictures and soon had them uploaded and sent them to her.

The cam picture changed back to her face and I could see her reach forward and type.

"I can see you enjoyed our session. Thank you. I am now imagining you cumming on my tits and I am rubbing it in." She reached forward and moved the cam to show her tits and she rubbed them very seductively, 

"Nice," was all I could say.

"Yes, it probably would be. Shame we will never meet."

"Oh God!" I thought. What should I do now?

"You never know?" I wrote.

"LOL you could be the other side of the world!"

"Or maybe not!"

"Ok, smartass where are you?" She asked

I paused, before I wrote. "I actually think we are quite close."

There was a slight delay. She then moved the cam away from here tits and back to her face. She was smiling, she didn't look annoyed or concerned as she wrote;

"What makes you say that?" 

"We both write English English so we are clearly both in England."

"LOL but I could be in London and you in Mancheter, that's hardly close"

"It's now or never time," I said to myself.

"I think I recognised you from my commute." 

She replied instantly. "Really?"

I looked at her face on the cam, she was intrigued but again, she didn't look concerned.

"Yes, really!"

She smiled at the cam and wagged her finger in admonishment.

"Come on, do tell, or should that be cum on LOL"

"It was when I saw your pictures a few days ago on that forum I thought I recognised you."

"Where from?"

"I had noticed you on the train coming out of London to my station, actually on the tube before that; you were wearing some nice jeans, I have a thing about jeans and then I couldn't believe it when I saw you on the forum. I even saw you get off at my station and get in your car at the station car park. Sounds like I am stalker, but I am not. The odds are incredible and I didn't know how or if I should tell you."

"Wow, that's amazing. Let me look at your picture again, all I have on my screen is your cock and cum LOL."

There was a pause.

"Actually there is something now, I do vaguely recognise you. How embarrassing !"

"Not really."

She smiled at the camera before she typed; "So the anonymity of me playing with myself making myself cum and showing you intimate pictures, thinking you were a random stranger who know isn't and has met me isn't embarrassing?"

"Well now you put it that way .......:-)"

"God this is strange. I should feel mortified," she typed, "but instead I feel strangely turned on!"

"Do you?"

"Yes, I don't know what it is. The whole thing of sharing pictures with an anonymous person was wildly exciting, but knowing you kinda know me is out of this world. I know I must have had some exhibitionist streak otherwise I wouldn't have posed for the pictures, but now, it's amazing. I am not concerned but I know I should be lol."

"I am glad you feel that way, I was really unsure what to do or say."

"I can imagine."

"I was really torn between telling you outright, not contacting you or pretending I didn't know."

"Why did you do what you did? Why did you tell me?"

"I couldn't live the lie and if you saw me tomorrow or whenever and recognised me and freaked....."

"Oh God yes, I see what you mean!" she replied as her face lit up in a smile.

"Anyway I am glad I was honest with you now."

"Me too and I can't wait to see you in the flesh as it were."

"Yes that would be nice."

"And then you really can cum on my tits!"

"On the train?"

She roared with laughter on the cam. "No you silly fool, I may have exhibitionist tendencies, but I draw the line at that lol."

"So how do you feel you will react when we meet?"

"Good question. I don't know, but shall we find out?"

"Yes, I would like that."

"Me too."

"Till tomorrow at the station?"

"Yes, you seem to know my car and travel arrangements lol, 8.00?" she wrote as she smiled at the camera.

"Sounds good."

She blew a kiss to the camera. "Sweet dreams and think of me."

"Will do and you think of me too, cumming on your tits LOL."

"Oh I will!" she replied before cutting the connection.

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To be continued, subject to feedback and suggestions



In Praise of the Bum Ch. 04



PLEASE SEE THE 3 PREVIOUS STORIES IN THIS SERIES TO GET AN UNDERSTANDING OF THE BACKGROUND AND HOW WE GOT TO HERE............



My mind was running on overdrive and not allowing me to sleep. I didn't want to disturb my partner lying beside me. Her regular breathing indicated she was fast asleep but I knew she was a light sleeper so I didn't want to toss and turn and wake her. I wanted to be alone. I wanted to relive the last few hours, even the last few days. Having met Jane on line and chatted with her, we swapped erotic pictures and I had seen her masturbate in front of me. I then came clean and admitted I had seen her on the same train as me. I didn't know how she would react, but she laughed and we had agreed to meet the following morning at the train station, which was now only a matter of hours away.

The girl, only a few years older than my daughter, wanted to meet me. She didn't freak, she didn't call me a lecherous old perv. She could have done all of that. Maybe she would meet me with her boyfriend. She claimed not to have one, but who knows what reality exists behind internet profiles and conversations. Would he be 6 foot 6 with muscles in his spit? Ready to flatten me out and make a scene in front of all the regular commuters. He would shout and scream at me and call me a dirty old man.

Or worse, would she meet me with a local policeman. And accuse me of what? Stalking? My life would be ruined.

"Oh God!" I sighed, myself wishing myself to sleep. Maybe I had nothing to fear. She seemed genuine and found the whole thing interesting. Entertaining even. Maybe she would just laugh and we would chat. I remembered my last comment to her was that I would cum on her tits. Jane had seemed totally non plussed by that! What would happen if she invited me back to her place? Would she want me to really do it? Really cum on her? Would she want more?

My thoughts were interrupted by my partner turning over. She remained fast asleep but her movement reminded me I was in a relationship. All these thoughts and issues shouldn't let me lose sight of the fact that if anything should develop I would be cheating. Playing away from home. Committing adultery. Call it what you will I would be a shit. A grade one shit. Unfortunately I had, in the past had a bit on the side. Not proud of it. But it was fun and I never let it affect my marriage. Well there was more than one time; but that's another story.

I must have eventually got to sleep as I was woken by the alarm. Having done my morning absolutions, I headed to the station. I couldn't think straight I still didn't know what to expect, what to say and what to do. I really hoped Jane would take the lead.

I noticed her car in the car park as I parked near hers. I walked to the platform and saw her standing beside the newspaper stand. She saw me and smiled. I smiled back taking in what I saw. She was wearing those jeans; the jeans where it all started where I saw her perfectly proportioned bum tightly enclosed in them. Her blouse had the top couple of buttons undone, just giving the slightest hint of cleavage.

"Hello," she said smiling at me. "How are you?"

"Fine," I replied. "You?"

She nodded. "A bit tongue tied, not sure what to say."

"Same here."

"This is a bit strange isn't it?" she said quietly looking around the platform.

I smiled. "Yes, you could say that. Strange, bizarre, spooky even. But I am glad I came clean if you know what I mean!"

Jane laughed. "Yes, I know what you mean," before adding "even if what we talked about and did was hardly clean!"

I felt my prick stir. "Yes, that's so true." I replied.

Our train pulled in and we silently headed towards the edge of the platform. The crush of morning commuters took place as we all pushed our way on the train. Jane managed to get a seat and I stood alongside her. Unfortunately my groin was level with her face. She looked up and me and smiled before getting her ipod out. As she set it up, she put one ear piece in and then as she did the other one, the one nearest me, her hand just brushed against me as she put the ear piece in. She had gently brushed against my prick, that immediately reacted but, thankfully, as she only touched it for a second in a sweeping movement, she probably wouldn't have noticed. Nobody else would have seen this, nobody would have cared. I looked down at her and caught her looking up and me smiling. Almost mocking me. She had done it on purpose. She was teasing me. She knew what she had done. It had been planned!

I turned away so that my side was now alongside her rather than my groin. I looked down and she made a face of disappointment. She was definitely teasing me. Aware of my budding erection I didn't want to encourage anything, but I was getting seriously aroused. 

Before I knew it the train was pulling into the terminus where we would alight. As the passengers prepared to get off, Jane stood up and pushed in front of me. It looked like a typical case of pushing to get off the train. But she then took half a step backwards, backing her beautiful bum into my groin, before giving a little wriggle and making a half step forward. Again, nobody would have noticed unless they were studying us in particular, but all her movements were so gentle and precise anything could be misunderstood and perceived to be a genuine accident; a bit like when I touched her hand on the handrail in the underground train all those days ago.

We got off the train together and walked side by side towards the ticket barriers. Passing through them in the automated fashion perfected after far too many commuting journeys, Jane stopped the other side of them and looked up at me.

"Ok?" she said knowingly.

I nodded. 

"Nobody saw," she smiled.

"I hope not!"

Jane laughed. "Too bad if they did!"

I smiled at her, unsure what to say. 

"Anyway," she said with a wicked smile, "it makes the journey better. What shall we do going home?"

"Catch different trains?" I said laughing at the absurdity of our conversation.

"Oh, that would be what sad. Let's go for the 18.15 and see what happens."

And with that she was off. I knew what underground line she was heading for as I it was on the underground that I had first seen her, but her manner indicated she wanted to be on her own. It was a bit like being on MSN I thought. No prolonged good byes or anything where she said her bit and cut the connection. 

The day went through its normal tedium and the time dragged until I could make the escape and leave the office. 

I got to the mainline station just after 6.00 and stood by the announcement boards, waiting. Waiting for what I had no idea. Waiting for whom; I was waiting for Jane. Like a lovestruck teenager I was being dragged into her net. A net of exhibitionist activity. An activity that so far I was a willing but passive participant. Something that I had no idea where it was going but something I was more than willing to continue with.

My silent thoughts were interrupted by a female voice. "Hey wakey wakey. You look like you have been stood up. Well tough luck mister you haven't!"

Jane greeted me and leant forward to give me a chaste kiss on the cheek. 

"Hello," was all I could think of saying, surprised by her approach and public kiss; albeit it was the sort of kiss a daughter would give her father. However in this case there was a reaction again in my groin that I wouldn't get when kissing a family member!

"Hi, you OK?"

I nodded. "Let's get the train."

"No," she said in a firm voice. "I want us to be one of the last on."

I shrugged my shoulders as I realised that she had taken charge of the situation and I was merely to go along with her wishes.

We stood in silence as the seconds and then the minutes ticked away. With barely a minute to go before the train was due to leave, Jane looked up at me and said; "OK, let's go."

I followed her through the ticket barriers my eyes glued to her jean clad bum, wishing my budding hardness to disappear and wondering what the next half an hour had in store. Clearly she had a plan, I had no idea, but was intrigued nevertheless, and, to be honest, a little bit fearful.

We got on the train with seconds to spare before the doors closed. The train was packed and there was no chance of a seat, so we stood in the area of the train where the doors were. There were probably about a dozen other people in this space and as the train pulled out of the station we all rocked in unison. Jane was standing facing me. She was a few inches shorter than me her forehead about level with my mouth. As the commuters rocked with the swaying motion of the train Jane leant forward so that her forehead was inches from my lips. Did she want me to sway and kiss her? Surely not as that would be too public, but before I knew it, the train jolted and her forehead and my lips collided. It must have been on purpose. She pulled back and looked up at me and smiled.

As the train picked up speed and the crushed commuters got used to the invasion of their personal body space, I felt something rub against my prick. Jane had moved her arms so that they were in front of her and hidden from all, she slowly ran her fingers along the outline of my hardening cock. I took a deep breath and looked at her smiling face; a face that gave nothing away about what was happening out of everyone's sight.

Her touch was light but was having the desired effect and my cock was hardening. Her touch got more pronounced and she was virtually stroking me through my trousers. I did my best to stifle a groan and look elsewhere but I was aware that she was staring at me, almost mocking me as she continued her exquisite stroking. 

Then as the train rocked again, she stopped. Due to our close proximity to each other I felt her hands move up her body and then stop. She pushed back a bit, as much as she could in the confined place and I looked down as she undid two more buttons of her blouse. Even more cleavage was now on show. I could see the tops of her milky white breasts as the blouse exposed a bit more, with only a fraction of an inch to go until I would be able to see her nipples. She was obviously not wearing a bra and, as she looked around to see that she was not being looked at, she moved the fabric that fraction of an inch so that I had a perfect view of a hard erect nipple. Before I could take it all in, the view was taken away from me as she covered herself up. As she had done this morning, everything was done in such a manner that unless someone was studying our every movement, none of what was happening would be seen.

Her hands moved down again, but this time she found my zip and started to gently tug it down. 

"Oh God no!" I thought and silently implored her to stop. I looked at her smiling face as bit by bit she lowered the zip. I shook my head to try and stop her which only resulted in a bigger smile and a nod from her as she got the zip fully open. I then felt her fingers explore their way through my clothes until I felt her gently touch my rock hard prick, touching it with the softest of touches and exploring its shape. I looked out of the window hoping against hope that we would be near our station but was disappointed to see we were still over 15 minutes away from where we would get off.

Jane was getting bolder with her exploring and was now rubbing the tip, spreading the moisture of my pre cum around my pricks head. Her arms were not moving, just her wrist and hand so nobody could see that she was wanking me in the middle of a packed train. Despite the location and the fear I had I was really turned on and was doing my best not to let the enjoyment show on my face or to utter any groans of appreciation as her stroking continued. She was now doing the act that I knew would get me into trouble, she was pulling my foreskin backwards and forwards over the engorged head of my throbbing prick. Sensing that she had hit the spot Jane held me tighter and tried to stroke me faster without giving anything away by her upper body movements.

The train slowed down and people rocked and moved together again as if in a choreographed dance. As the train stopped, Jane patted my hard cock and removed her hand. We all shuffled to let the one or two passengers out which allowed some more room for those of us standing in the doorway. There was now too much space and not enough passengers to allow Jane's game to continue so we stood a foot or so apart and I did my best to surreptitiously do my flies up. She pulled a face of disappointment and then did something that nearly made me cum; looking around to ensure nobody was looking at her she put one of her fingers in her mouth and licked it. Not erotically but almost like someone would do so to lick jam or something off their finger. The movement was over in seconds and she mouthed "nice!" to me and smiled while continuing to look around to see if she was being observed. 

My eyes were drawn to her chest and her ever so slightly exposed cleavage. There was no more than lots of other girls would show, and you would only know what she had done if you knew that originally only two buttons had been undone.

Aware of my gaze, Jane went to open her blouse a bit more but stopped. I looked at her and saw her looking at another passenger who was doing his best not to look at Jane, but clearly must have noticed something. She returned her gaze to me and smiled.

We were soon arriving at our station and thankfully my hard prick had reduced in size allowing me to walk without drawing attention to my predicament.

I followed Jane as we got off the train and headed towards the car park. I was desperately not trying to look at her bum, knowing the reaction it would have on me, but a man's got to do what a man's got to do and every so often I caught a quick look at the perfection of a bum in front of me.

As we approached our cars, Jane stopped and looked at me. "Do you know Botterels Wood?"

I nodded. 

"Let's go there. What do you think?"

Botterels Wood was a well known local "Lovers Lane" where there were many roadways that led deep into the wood that gave total privacy and seclusion.

"OK," I said. "When?"

"Now?"

"Ok, I will follow you." I said my voice thick with emotion.

Jane turned and got into her car and before I knew it we were leaving the station car park and heading to the wood. As we approached the wood, Jane turned off and drove about half a mile into it.

Jane stopped and I pulled up alongside.

We both got out of our cars. She smiled as she approached me. I had no idea what was going to happen, but the look on her face seemed to indicate that she had a plan and I was going to follow it.

"That was fun on the train wasn't it!" she said.

"Well yes, but I wondered if we would be caught," I replied.

"But that's the fun. You were really hard, I liked that."

I laughed and said, "Yes, and so was your nipple."

"It still is, look." She opened her blouse showing me her nipple. She then undid the remainder of her buttons and stood in front of me with her beautiful breasts on show, both breasts topped off with rock hard, dark nipples.

"Do you want me to touch them?"

I nodded.

She took each one and gently tweaked them marking them harder than ever and stick out even further.

"Are you hard?" she asked looking at my groin as she continued to play with her nipples.

"Yes."

"Show me."

Joining in the game, I undid my fly.

"Take your trousers off, right off."

I looked around; we were totally alone. Despite some misgivings, I undid my belt and lowered my trousers.

"And your boxers."

Silently I stepped out of my boxers with my rock hard fully aroused prick on show.

"Oh that's nice, so nice," she said stepping towards me and running her fingers along it, just as she had done in the train.

She stopped and stepped back. Without saying a word she removed her blouse and then undid her jeans, stepping out of them and putting them on the ground. She stood, hands on hips, wearing nothing but the briefest of thongs. Turning around to show me her bum she removed the thong and turned back to face me; totally naked.

I took in the beauty. The neatly trimmed pussy with just the briefest hint of pubic hair. The perfectly proportioned breasts with the dark hard nipples. My prick twitched as my eyes stared at Jane standing naked in front of me. Not on a webcam, but in the middle of a secluded wood. In the flesh.

Jane stepped towards me and grabbed my hand. "Come here," she commanded and led me towards her car.

She sat down in the driver's seat but swivelled so that she sat sidewise her feet on the ground outside of the car. She pulled me close and made me stand with my prick was only inches from her face. Was she going to suck me off?

She reached out and gently started to stroke my cock again. She kept perfect eye contact with me as she gently stroked me. She started to lick her lips and then I noticed her other hand go down between her legs which she had now opened.

I looked around as the pleasure engulfed me. I was standing in the middle of a wood being wanked off by this beauty, while she was pleasuring herself at the same time.

The stroking continued, just like she had on the train she spread the pre-cum around to ease the foreskin backwards and forwards over the helmet of my prick. I could hear her breathing quicken and I could see the fingers of her left hand deep inside her, then outside rubbing her clit. I could hear how wet she was, I could sense she was close to cumming, as was I.

She removed her fingers from her pussy and standing up, without missing a beat stroking me, she presented them to me mouth. I eagerly licked and sucked her fingers, loving the taste of her pussy juice.

She then sat down and continued playing with herself. She then leant forward and very gently engulfed the engorged head of my prick in her mouth. She sucked and licked the head. I moaned in appreciation as I felt her tongue wrap itself around my prick and explore the hole at its tip.

It only lasted a few seconds before she removed my prick from her hot wet mouth.

"You're close aren't you?" she said as she gently resumed the stroking of my prick.

"Yes," I said almost unable to talk due to the sensations flooding my body.

"Me too. I want you to wank and cum over my tits while I play with myself. You said you would yesterday," she said smiling with a rude glint in her eye.

"Go on, please," she implored as she stopped stroking me.

Beyond the point of no return, I did as she asked. I watched her watching me and then lowered my eyes to look as she rubbed herself harder and faster towards the inevitable climax.

I stood there, my hard prick inched from her face. Her lips were open and she obviously enjoyed the sight of me getting close to cumming and liked the sensations as her fingers made squelchy noises between her legs.

She leant back a bit and opened her legs wider; improving what was already a very pleasurable view.

"I am nearly there!" she said breathlessly.

"Me too!" I grunted.

"My tits, cum on my tits!" she cried as she leant forward again and froze as she came. She cried out as she came. "Yes, oh fuck yes, I'm cumming. Oh God I can't stop!"

This pushed me over the edge and I started cumming too; aiming my prick towards her offered breasts as squirt after squirt of thick white cum covered her nipples and breasts.

I stopped my stroking after the last squirt and stood there, in the middle of a deserted wood, regaining my breath.

I felt Jane pull me closer and the next thing was the feeling of warmth around my softening prick as she took it deep into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it.

"That's better," she said after a few seconds as she stopped sucking me, "can't have you dirty can we. It needed a clean."




In Praise of the Bum Ch. 04



I was speechless. My mind was in a place it had never been before. 

"Now look at all this," Jane said as she rubbed my cum over her breasts paying special attention to her nipples, which, if it were possible, were harder and darker than ever.

With all my cum spread over her chest, she licked her fingers clean.

"You taste nice."

"Thank you," was all I could think of saying.

"Yes, very nice. Maybe next time I should get a proper taste. What do you think?"

I didn't know what to think, but I had registered she mention a next time. Please God it wasn't going to be on the train. I really didn't think I could cope with that.

My thoughts were interrupted as Jane stood up and walked the few feet to get her clothes.

"I guess we had better get ourselves decent," she said as she put her thong on, swiftly followed by her jeans. She then quickly put her blouse on and did the buttons up. Meanwhile I recovered my boxers and trousers.

"That was great," she said as she got back into her car. I can't wait for our commute tomorrow!"

I laughed; "me neither."

"Oh," she said as she started her cars engine. "What is your name by the way?"





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In Praise of the Bum Ch. 05



I WASN'T CONVINCED, BUT THE COMMENTS AND EMAILS YOU HAVE SENT THINK THAT THERE IS SOME MORE IN THIS STORY, SO HERE IS PART 5. 

FOR NEW READERS I STRONGLY RECOMMEND YOU CATCH UP WITH THE PREVIOUS STORIES TO GET THE BACKGROUND AND UNDERSTAND THE CHARACTERS.

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Jane raised her car window, gave me a naughty smile and drove off before I could answer. I stood there dumbfounded. Here I was, a man the wrong side of 50, standing virtually naked in the middle of a secluded wood having just been wanked and sucked off by Jane before finishing myself by cumming over her tits while she played with herself. She seemed to have enjoyed a satisfying orgasm too. 

Jane was a young lady I had met on the internet who had very clear exhibitionist tendencies. When I came across her on the 'net I was amazed to find we were commuting companions and lived near each other. After a few web cam sessions and then meeting on the train, we had ended up where I now stood. The last few days' defied logic; surely they didn't happen in real life and certainly didn't happen to Mr. Average like me. That being said, there was no disputing the fact I was standing in a wood with a now flaccid prick, having just cum all over Jane's tits as she had asked for. 

I smiled to myself as I gathered my clothes, got dressed and headed home to suburban ordinariness. The partner, the ordinary sex, the 9-5 work life and all that went with being Mr. Average. 

Jane had said she looked forward to our next commute, and, while I was too, I was also very concerned that her exhibitionist nature would know no bounds and could lead us into some very serious trouble. 

I got home and by the time I went to bed I knew that I would not be able to sleep. My mind was still running on overdrive and replaying the events of the last few days. Unfortunately this replay lead to me developing an erection; one that I did my best to hide from my partner as somehow, despite being aroused, my thoughts were not for her, but for Jane. Giving up any attempt to sleep, I silently went downstairs and turned the computer on. 

Jane had emailed me.

"Thanks for a brilliant time earlier. I was so turned on I had to come back and relieve myself again. Hope you enjoyed the experience; we need to think of what we can do next. XX"

I closed the email and leant back in my seat and pondered. I obviously enjoyed what we had done and wondered where it would lead. But as a mature man I had to be sensible. If we had been caught doing what we did on the train, lives and reputations, relationships and careers would be ruined. 

Eventually, my mind still in turmoil, I went back to bed and got some sleep before rising and getting myself ready for the morning commute.

Jane arrived on the platform with seconds to spare and managed to get on the train, but we were not able to sit or stand near each other. I did see her smile at me and we kept catching each other's eye. At the terminus I got off the train and waited for her on the platform. She got off the train and I noticed she was wearing a short dress, and by the way her breasts moved as she walked towards me, I would guess she was not wearing a bra. Again. 

Jane smiled at me and quietly said: "Hi, shame we couldn't be together. I have nothing on under this."

"Oh, yes, shame," I stuttered.

"I need your mobile phone number," she said. "I have a great idea."

"Ok," I said, now both aroused and intrigued. 

She got her phone out and tapped the keyboard as I gave her my phone number.

"I suppose I should put you down as Mr V."

"Mr.V?"

"Voyeur!" she laughed, making me smile too.

As we got through the barriers, she smiled at me and said. "I think you will enjoy today, see you later. Normal train?"

I nodded as she rushed off into the distance.

My phone rang to indicate I had a text message at about 10.30. 

'I hope I can interrupt your day and cause some fun. Jane xx'

As I read it, another text came in. There was no message, but an attachment. Opening it there was a picture of Jane, smiling at the camera with that knowing, teasing, almost mocking smile of hers.

Over the next 10 minutes, numerous other texts came in. One of her breast. One with both breasts. 

I don't know how she did it, but one of her bum. 'Surely she didn't get someone else to take it', I thought to myself.

Another text came in of her pussy and then one came in, again of her pussy, but with her legs apart and the picture showed her with her fingers deep inside her.

The final text came in with the message; 'I hope you enjoyed them as much as I did and I have just had the most amazing orgasm. XX'

I certainly had enjoyed them and I had a huge erection that I was trying to hide, realising that if I had to stand up, my arousal would be clear for any of my work colleagues to see.

I was considering what to reply with when a colleague interrupted my thoughts. "Bloody hell, you OK. Your phone has gone crazy!" 

"Yes," I replied smiling at him, "some junk text messages."

"Oh, they are so annoying aren't they," he said before returning to his work.

I put my phone on silent so it wouldn't annoy anyone else before I finally decided what to say: 'Of course I enjoyed them and would like to cum too, you can imagine the reaction the pics caused. XX'

A response soon came back. 'Go on, relieve yourself and tell me about it.'

'Very funny, but not so easy and I will not go to the toilet and wank lol. XX'

'Shame,' she wrote back, 'I would have enjoyed imagining that and would have asked for a pic.'

This last text did nothing to help me try and reduce my erection, so I decided not to respond and hope by concentrating on my work and the tedium of double entry book keeping, P&L accounts and accrued interest would do the job. Thankfully they did.

I received another text at about 4.30. Again it was a picture from Jane, this time it was of the top of her legs, her legs slightly apart, and her dress pulled up as far as it could be without actually showing her pussy. Another text came through. 'I do hope you will sit next to me on the train. XX'

I felt the blood rush to my prick at the thought and I now had a very good idea what to expect on the journey home.

A finished my work and headed out of the office and was soon standing at the platform indicator boards at the station. I was there only a matter of seconds before Jane stood beside me. Looking up at me a smiling she said: "Today was fun wasn't it?"

I nodded and smiled. "Yes, very."

"Did you enjoy them?"

I nodded.

"I really wanted to think of you aroused and doing something about it," she whispered while looking around to see nobody was looking at us, let alone hearing us.

"Ha, ha," I said quietly.

"Come on let's get on the train early today," Jane said as she headed to the ticket barrier. I noticed she had a shopping bag with her, one that I hadn't seen this morning. While the platform hadn't been announced, as all regular commuters know, as creatures of habit, you can be fairly sure what platform your normal train will depart from. 

We stood beside the closed doors for a minute or so before the indicator boards told us we had chosen the correct platform. The doors opened and Jane led her way to two seats by a window. The train was soon filling up and we were just two commuters sitting beside each other. She nonchalantly looked out of the window as I felt her left leg touch my right one. I looked down and saw she had opened her legs and her dress had slid up. A deft movement and her dress rose again, her legs parted a bit further and in one, she placed a shopping bag on her lap, hiding her upper thighs from anyone that may have been prying. As she had done so successfully before, nobody would have noticed anything unless they had been studying her every movement.

The train was soon pulling out of the station and I sensed and felt a slight movement beside me. I looked down and saw that Jane's right hand was between her legs. She was alternating her look from me to out of the window as I sensed the very slight movement of her hand as she, I assumed started exploring herself. Everything was hidden by the shopping bag and nobody was standing in the isle beside me. Her legs parted some more and she removed her hand and then, with her left hand she slowly grabbed my right hand and placed it between her open thighs. Needing no second invite I slowly moved my hand higher until I felt the heat and moisture of her pussy. I felt Jane move and heard the slightest sigh as my finger slid up her wet crack and circle her clit. I was looking out of the window, trying to look uninterested as I continued exploring her pussy, before she opened her legs a fraction wider and silently implored me to enter her. As my finger slipped inside her, I felt her pussy muscles clasp around it and she closed her eyes. Silently and with the slightest of movements I finger fucked her and then, after a while removed my finger and slid it up and rubbed her clit.

As I did so, I looked around the carriage. Nobody could see us; nobody was looking at us, nobody cared. Everyone was deep in thought, reading, listening to music or sleeping, totally unaware of me fingering Jane's wet cunt. As the train rocked its way along the track, I sensed that Jane was very close to cumming. Her clit hardened against my exploring finger and her eyes were shut, as if asleep like so many of the other commuters. I sensed her trying to spread her legs further apart and try and match my rhythm as I alternated inserting a finger inside her and rubbing her clitoris.

She grabbed my wrist with her hand and froze as it became clear I had made her cum. 

In a public carriage, full of commuters, I had fingered her sopping wet pussy and rubbed her hard clit to make her orgasm in this train. I could sense her fighting the urge to cry out and control her breathing as the climax consumed her.

With the slightest of movements I moved my hand away from her open thighs and without trying to draw attention to us, I put my wet fingers close to my nose, taking in the intoxicating smell of Jane's cum. I quickly looked around; re-confirming nobody was taking any notice of us and licked my fingers, loving the taste of Jane's cum. 

I was aware we were not far from our station. As Jane moved and lowered her dress, I was aware I was rock hard and leaving the train in this predicament would be difficult, but nevertheless something I would have to do. 

As the train pulled into the station I stood up, ignoring Jane in the seat next to me, and swiftly rearranged my hardness to enable me to walk without showing my arousal to my fellow commuters. 

Jane followed me off the train and we walked in silence to the car park. As I stood beside my car she didn't stop but smiled at me as she said: "Not bad for a warm up. The woods again?"

I nodded. I got into my car and headed to the same place we had used yesterday. As I approached the spot, I was disappointed to see that someone else had parked there and, presumably, was now deep in the woods walking their dog or something.

I stopped and waited and a few minutes later saw Jane's car draw up alongside me. "We have company," she said as she lowered her window.

"Yes, could make life awkward," I said.

"Or interesting!"

"Yeah, very," I replied.

"Let's go further in," Jane said as she put her car in gear and drove off.

Another half or mile into the woods and after a few bends, Jane stopped. 

I pulled up behind her and got out of my car. Walking towards her, she got out and stood beside her car, smiling at me with that smile I had come to know. Part mocking, part superiority, part lust.

"That was a nice journey on the train wasn't it?" she said.

I stopped a few feet in front of her. "Yes, it most certainly was," I replied smiling at her.

"You made me cum and I couldn't cry out!"

"I know, and it must have been difficult."

Jane nodded. Neither of us said anything and I didn't know what, if anything would happen next. 

After a short period, as usual, the decision was taken from me. Jane looked at me and smiled. "I want you to make me cum again, but this time there will be no holds barred. I am still so horny."

I didn't know what to say, but as I pondered, Jane started undoing the buttons of her dress and in seconds was standing naked in front of me. She looked at me, full of lust. "I don't care who sees us, who hears us. I want you to make me cum!"

I stepped forward and reached out and gently cupped her breasts, holding them and caressing them, feeling the nipples harden. Jane closed her eyes and I heard her sigh.

I moved my hands down her sides and leant forward and sucked on one of her hard nipples as my hands moved over her hips and my right hand slid down over her sparse pubic hair. She moved to open her legs to allow me to explore her. Her pussy was still wet from our activity on the train as I slowly let my finger slide along her crack, over her clit and down to her hole. I slowly entered her and at the same time sucked really hard on her nipple.

"Oh, yes, harder," she sighed.

I did as she asked and entered her hot wet cunt with another finger as I sucked harder and harder on her engorged nipple that got bigger and bigger in my mouth. Jane started bucking against my fingers as I finger fucked her. 

"Oh God, yes, that is great, don't stop. I so want to cum!" she cried.

With two fingers fucking her, I moved my thumb over her clit. 

"Oh fuck yes!" she shouted without a care in the world. 

I fingered her faster, sucked on her nipple harder as I sensed her impending climax. 

"Don't stop, don't stop, I'm cumming, god yes I'm cumming!" Jane cried as she bucked harder and harder and her muscles inside her cunt grabbed my invading fingers.

As her orgasm subsided I released her nipple from my mouth and withdrew my fingers. Her breathing was slowly returning to normal when the silence was broken: 

"You disgusting dirty bastards, get a room you filthy bastards!"

Jane and I looked around to see an old lady walking along the path. Dog lead in hand and dressed for a country walk. We had no idea how long she had been there or how much she had seen, but obviously she had seen a naked young women being sexually stimulated by a fully clothed 50 something year old man.

Jane looked at her and, without any obvious signs of embarrassment shouted: "What's the matter, jealous? Do you want him to make you cum? He is very good you know!"

The old lady just looked aghast and quickened her step and was soon out of sight. 

We both started laughing at the same time. "That will give her something to talk about," Jane said as she managed to control her laughing.

"My God, yes!" I replied.

Jane was still standing naked in front of me. Her post orgasmic climb down having been rudely interrupted by the old lady.

"God, I needed that!" Jane said. "What you did on the train was just a warm up. That was great!" she sighed.

Feeling very smug I replied; "My pleasure."

Jane stepped towards me and slowly and gently ran her hand along my obvious hard cock. Without saying a word she lowered my zip and felt through my clothing to find my prick.

She looked me straight in the eyes as she got on her knees and then undid my belt and lowered my trousers and boxers. She gently stroked my hardness before engulfing it with her lips, putting more and more of it into her until most of it was inside her hot and warm mouth. I had never received a deep throat before but this was the closest I had ever had. She gently licked the end and sucked before withdrawing a bit, then putting more of my hardness inside her. She face fucked me. There can be no other description. Her lips were locked around my prick as she fucked me with her mouth. Sucking and licking and making me go in and out of her mouth, there was only one thing that was going to happen and it wasn't far away. I held her head as she moved my prick in and out. Jane looked up at me and saw the lust and enjoyment written all over my face.

She wouldn't stop, I couldn't stop, I was about to cum. If she didn't let go I was about to fill her mouth with my hot and salty seed.

"I am gonna cum!" I cried.

Jane murmured her acknowledgement and never slowed down. In and out I went. She licked and sucked me and I knew that this was the moment. I grabbed her head to stop her moving as I made one last thrust and shot my cum inside her receptive mouth. Shot after shot of my seed filled her mouth as I felt her try and swallow as much as she could without gagging.

As my last spurt filled her mouth I let go of her head and she let my now less than hard prick fall from her mouth. 

Licking her lips, she stood up and smiled at me. "I think we are now both feeling a bit better aren't we?"

"You can say that again," I said as I started to re-dress.

Jane was still naked in front of me, making no attempt to cover her nudity. I didn't know what to expect but knew, as a mere man, I was spent for a while.

An awkward silence was broken by Jane moving towards her car and kneeling on her car seat, her bum in the air, her pussy exposed and her looking over her shoulder at me and saying: "Lick me; I want to cum on your tongue."

The bum, that's where it all started, and there it was in its naked glory and she was asking me to make her cum.

I approached her and got on my knees. I caressed her bum, the cheeks filled my hands as I leant forward and started running my tongue along her crack, inside her, around her clit before going back inside her. I pushed my tongue as far inside her as I could, enjoying the squelching sound and her appreciative murmurs. I fucked her with my tongue as my hands roamed over that perfect bum of hers. My fingers were spread and got close to her rear rose bud, but I was unsure of exploring there, getting no indication one way or the other. Not wanting to push things too far, I did not get any closer but enjoyed the taste of Jane's juices flooding my tongue and filling my mouth as I continued my oral attack.

She soon started to push against me and started to urge me to give her more, tongue her harder, and make her cum. 

Within seconds she cried out that she was cumming and I noticed the change in taste as she came all over my face and tongue.

I stepped back and surveyed what was in front of me. A pulsating pussy that had only just orgasmed, the most perfect bum that had filled my hands and a young woman that had taken me to places that even my most deep routed fantasy would not have fulfilled. 

What the hell would happen next?