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The daily commute into Euston was mind numbing. Ellie took the same train every day. Same people, same train, same outcome. She craved excitement, but there was none to be had.

Ellie did what she always did on the train. She watched the world pass by in a blur. Between stations, the same grey skies greeted her. The same fields framed by the same hedges. The same towns devoid of anything interesting.

She looked beyond the hedges to a row of boring suburban semis, which housed boring people, living boring lives. As she stared, a smile broke out on her face. She squinted to try and gain better focus. She could see someone through patio doors in a downstairs room. They looked naked.

“Surely they can’t be,” she thought. Before she could get her mind programmed into the view, the train pulled away. “Shit,” she thought. The first bit of something new was taken away as quickly as it had appeared.

The following day – another train journey. Another day doing the same things.

“Please God, make my life interesting,” she thought to herself. She watched the world pass by in a blur. It was like Groundhog Day.

As she approached High Wycombe, she craned her neck to see if she could spot the mystery person that she had seen the day before. The train slowed but didn’t stop.

“Shit,” she said out loud. There was someone there and she was sure they were naked. A man she thought but couldn’t be certain. With a smile to herself, she named him/her “Sam.” Either way, the name worked. This tiny piece of excitement made her feel a bit better.

“Will Sam be here today?” she thought as the train slowed to a stop. She was about fifty yards away from his/her house and couldn’t see.

“Fuck!” Frustration grew in her. As the train eased forward, she was nearly out of her seat looking. Is this what her world had become? Desperate to get a glimpse of a total stranger who may be a man or may be a woman, and who may be naked? She was soon rewarded. Stood out on the patio was Sam. A man, and OMG. He was naked!!

Ellie couldn’t contain herself. She giggled a little too loudly, attracting looks of distain from other commuters. Surely, they saw what she did? Apparently not! No one said anything or gave any indication that they had seen anything. Today, Ellie was happy.

Friday came and despite not working, Ellie sat in her usual seat on her usual train. She had decided that she was going to make the journey, anyway, hoping to see Sam. She had laid in bed the night before for hours, thinking about Sam. Is he married? Got a girlfriend? Is he good in bed?

“Of course, he is,” she convinced herself. When she couldn’t sleep, she even allowed herself to think about fucking Sam. With the aid of her favourite toy, she had enjoyed a very deep and satisfying orgasm.

The train slowed down at the same signals, on the same track.

“Forth house along,” she thought as the train crawled agonizingly forward.

“There he is,” she thought with a huge smile appearing on her face. As if he knew she was watching, there he stood…naked in the patio windows.

Without thinking, as the train pulled into High Wycombe, Ellie grabbed her coat, scarf, and bag, making her way off the train. Now on the platform with the doors closing behind her, realism hit.

“What the fuck am I doing?” she asked herself. She needed time to think, so took a seat in the platform café with a hot coffee to warm her through.

Options! “First, I could get the train home,” she thought. “Or I could go for a walk around.” She convinced herself that option two was the best choice. After all, she had never been to High Wycombe.

Coffee finished, she left the station, turning left onto Acacia Avenue, or more importantly, Sam’s Avenue. As she walked down the road, the nerves kicked in. Butterflies fluttered in her tummy. All her senses became much more acute. Her mouth dried.

“Oh God, what am I thinking?” she thought. One hundred yards to go. She could just see Sam’s house. Seventy-five yards. She is looking everywhere, no one is around. Twenty-five yards. She can clearly see Sam’s house, and his red VW on the drive.

She keeps walking, desperately trying not to stand out. She turns down a pathway thar runs directly behind the row of houses. She knows she is going to have to look through the doors. She also knows that she may be seen.

She now sees Sam, not stood at the window as before, no. Now he is laid on his sofa. Naked. Eyes closed. Slowly wanking his magnificent erection.

Stood frozen, mouth open, she can’t believe what she is seeing.

Sam slowly stroking his length, paying attention to the head of his cock. It sits there proudly at the end of his shaft. Shiny and purple, pumped full of desire. He obviously takes care of himself. His body is toned and athletic, his pubic hair trimmed short. He is lost in his own hedonistic world, obviously thinking about a past conquest, or fantasizing about something or someone he wants.

Ellie felt herself getting wet. It had been so long since she’d had bursa escort any real fun, and now here she was, stood in a stranger’s garden watching him stroking his hard cock. She longed to be inside the house, touching him, tasting him. She wanted to be the one administering the pleasure and receiving her own fulfilment in return.

Sam licked his fingers and applied the spit to his manhood. “Obviously lubricating himself,” Ellie thought. She couldn’t take her eyes off this very personal show that she had not been invited to attend. “What if he saw her?” No matter what the risks, Ellie could not tear herself away.

Still, Sam’s strokes remained methodical, almost hypnotic. With his spare hand, he gently squeezed his own balls. His mouth was slightly open. She could see his chest going up and down as his breathing became more laboured.

Ellie put her hand inside her knickers. God, she was so wet. She couldn’t stop herself, nor did she want to. Her fingers probed her pussy. Her juices made entry so easy. She could feel the warm desire building up inside.

Sam was now starting to pump his cock a little harder, a little faster. Ellie could see his muscles contracting as he desperately tried to prolong the inevitable. Her clit was throbbing now. She wanted to come so hard, but not until Sam was ready to release too.

Sam continued to squeeze his balls whilst wanking his shaft. Ellie knew this would heighten the pleasure for him. A past boyfriend used to beg her to do it. The fine line between pleasure and pain. Get this right, and the recipient was rewarded with a huge spray of lust.

Sam continued to build the pace, his breathing getting heavier, Ellie getting wetter. She was now moving between her clit and g-spot, desperate to maximize her own pleasure. How much she wished she could take Sam in her mouth, to taste his saltiness, to be the one who made him cum.

Her knickers were now soaked with her juices. Her fingers covered by the persistent self-probing. She was so close. She bit down on her scarf, desperate to muffle the sounds of her own moans. She urged Sam to come so she could instigate her own release. As if he were telepathic, Sam sped up. He shuffled on the sofa to get more comfortable, his feet pushing hard against the sofa arm for stability. His muscles were now taut as his body tensed. His mouth gaping open, sucking in much needed oxygen to fuel his pursuit of pleasure.

Ellie’s clit was throbbing like never before. Her juices were now running down her hand to her wrist. Her clit rubs were in perfect unison with Sam’s efforts to release his built-up tension.

Then it happened. Sam arched his back and shouted out as his orgasm took hold. As he vigorously wanked his shaft, spurt after spurt of his hot creamy love shot from his cock hitting his chest and belly. Ellie had never seen so much cum, and it was all she needed to bring herself off. Her legs buckled, she went momentarily blind, as her own waves of pleasure crashed down on her body. Every nerve lit up with pleasure. Her pussy went into spasm as her juices emptied over her fingers.

As she regained control and looked at Sam, she was mortified. He was no longer pleasuring himself. He was looking straight at her.

Ellie turned to run, but with terror blinding her, she went the wrong way straight into the side of the house, hitting her head hard on the wall. Her world span as she hit the floor, again banging her head.

Ellie opened her eyes slowly. She felt like she had the hangover from hell. Her head was pounding, the bright light making her feel sick.

“Where am I?” she thought. She desperately tried to recall her last thoughts and memories. Everything was blank.

“Hello sleepy head,” came a man’s voice.

“Jesus. Who the fuck are you?” shouted Ellie, unable to process what was happening.

“Where am I? What have you done?” she frantically asked.

“Calm down. You have taken a nasty bang to the head,” came the soothing voice.

“I don’t remember. Who are you? Where am I?”

Now laughing to himself, “I’m Joe. Don’t you remember?”

“This isn’t funny. Remember what? What the fuck have you done to me?”

“I haven’t done anything. You were the one stood in my garden watching me – erm…self-pleasing yourself,” Joe explained.

Then it hit Ellie like a freight train. Joe was Sam or was Sam Joe. She couldn’t work out the correct way to describe it, but she could remember what had happened.

“Why were you in my garden? Are you stalking me?” Joe asked.

“No, nothing like that. I was…it was…”

However, she thought about it, whichever words she tried to use, it certainly sounded like she was stalking him. She went very quiet.

“I saw you from the train,” she started. “I thought I had seen you…naked…but wasn’t sure.”

“So, you came for a closer look?”

“No…yes,” Ellie finally said, almost defeated.

Joe laughed again. “I’m glad you did. It was amazing watching you cum,” laughing again.

Ellie flushed bursa escort bayan immediately. Her head was still pounding.

“You can’t keep me here. That’s kidnap, I’ll call the police!” she shouted.

“I’m not keeping you anywhere. You are free to leave whenever you want. I only brought you inside because it is freezing cold outside, and you were out cold,” Joe explained.

“Listen, why don’t I get you a drink…tea, coffee? As soon as you feel up to it, you can go.”

Ellie thought for a few seconds, “OK, that would be nice. A coffee please, white no sugar.”

Joe left the room to make the drinks. Ellie took the opportunity to stand up and see how stable she was on her feet.

“Not too bad,” she thought. She looked around the room, no photographs, no personal items. Joe was still a mystery.

“Here you go,” came a voice behind her.

“Thank you,” she said with a smile almost breaking out on her face.

“So. You know I’m Joe. What’s your name? If you don’t mind me asking?”

Thinking for a second, weighing up the threat levels, Ellie decided she thought Joe was OK.

“It’s Ellie. Listen, about earlier, I’m not sure what came over me. I know I shouldn’t have just turned up like I did, and I certainly shouldn’t have spied on you whilst you were…you know…self-pleasuring is how you described it I think?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Joe said laughing again, “Let’s just put it down to experience.”

“Yes, that would be good,” Ellie said, reassured.

“It’s not something I would normally do, and it’s certainly not something I have witnessed before.”

“Yes, sorry about that,” Joe offered, “I didn’t mean to embarrass you, nor offend you in any way. I simply didn’t know you were there.”

“Oh, you didn’t offend me. I quite liked…” Ellie stopped.

“Liked it?” Joe finished her sentence. Ellie went bright red.

“Sorry, I’m embarrassing you again,” said Joe.

“Yes.”

“I don’t mean to,” Joe said, again apologetically.

“No. I mean yes, I did like it,” she said

Joe sat quietly, computing what Ellie had said. Thinking how he should respond.

“In fact, until I saw you looking at me, I was really enjoying the show,” she offered.

“Yes, you did seem to be enjoying yourself,” Joe said, both were now laughing. “How does your head feel?”

“It’s ok now. Still a bit sore but I can handle it.”

“Good. Could your head handle it if I kissed you? You can say no, I won’t be offended.”

Ellie need no further encouragement. She walked over to Joe and kissed him hard. Her tongue immediately wrapped around his. Joe put his strong arms around her, lifting her slightly. She responded by wrapping her legs around his waist. She could feel her pussy dampen again, as her desire levels hit 10.

Joe walked towards the sofa and lowered Ellie gently down. As he stood, Ellie looked him in the eyes and started to unfasten his belt, then his jeans. As the buttons popped open, she could see Joe hadn’t bothered with underwear. The ‘V’ groove in his abdomen, pointing down to where she knew his amazing cock was. As she pulled at his jeans, his cock sprang to life like a coiled snake.

“Ellie, you don’t have to…” but Joe didn’t finish.

She took his semi hard cock in her mouth and began giving him the best blow job he could remember. She went about the task with such enthusiasm. Licking and sucking every inch. In between, gently wanking his shaft, ensuring he grew to full size in no time at all.

Cock still in her mouth, Ellie started to unbutton her blouse, until her pert breasts were on show. As the air hit them, her nipples immediately stiffened.

“God, this is a great cock,” she thought.

Joe’s legs were already starting to shake a little. His hand was gently on her head to steady himself. Now she took all of him, all the way down. An almost physical impossibility, causing her to gag. Tears welled in her eyes, as she pulled back out, saliva running from her mouth and covering Joe’s length. She continued to suck and wank his shaft with no thought of anything else.

She now pulled away, but only long enough to beckon Joe to sit on the sofa and to get into position. Now knelt in front of him, she lifted his cock, exposing his balls, which she now took in her mouth. First one, then the other. Gently sucking whilst her hand did the rest.

With her spare hand, Ellie reached between her legs and began to tease herself. She was soaked, juices falling freely from her smooth pussy.

Seeing what Ellie was doing, Joe asked, “Can I taste you?”

Ellie put her juice-soaked digits into Joe’s mouth, her nectar igniting further excitement in Joe’s head.

Now taking control, Joe said, “Now my turn.”

He lay Ellie back on the sofa, lifting her hips so he could move her skirt and remove her soaked knickers. Her womanly scent filled Joe’s nostrils as he moved closer, her exquisite pussy shining from her flowing juices. Joe took his first taste. He was already addicted. Parting escort bursa her lips slightly, his tongue probed her inner depths, lapping up the priceless reward she had created for him. His tongue then darted across her clit, her nerve endings set to the highest level of sensitivity.

Her head immediately stopped hurting, the release of endorphins taking care of any remaining pain and replacing it with the most beautiful feeling. As Joe’s tongue continued to dance on her bud, Ellie closed her eyes, lost in a hidden paradise so rarely discovered. Never had she encountered such amazing oral skills.

She moaned loudly, no longer embarrassed. She now freely gave herself to Joe, and to his tongue. Still, he continued to tease her forbidden fruit; each taste taking him further along a pathway to ecstasy.

“Don’t stop, Joe. Please. This is perfect,” Ellie fed back to him.

It was all the encouragement he needed. As her desire continued to seep out of her pussy, Joe was on hand to take every drop of this most precious substance. He couldn’t get enough.

Just as Ellie thought it couldn’t get any better, Joe eased a finger inside her. In and out he went, teasing her swollen g-spot, moving her slowly closer to the euphoric state that she knew awaited her. She was now squirming on the sofa, holding Joe’s head in place. She had never felt pleasure like this. Joe really was a gift from the Gods. She was almost there, like a pressure cooker about to let off steam. Still Joe continued.

Then, without any warning, he eased a finger from his other hand into her rear. Ellie nearly jumped off the sofa, not in pain, but in the amazing warm feeling that was now washing over her, wave after wave. The pleasure she was receiving in three places were all individually amazing, but together, literally mind blowing. She couldn’t hold out any longer. It hit her.

Blinded by the most intense pure white light, her body immobilised by the greatest pleasure possible, she came. Not like any other orgasm she had known. This was the real deal. Her body shook and went into spasm, her pussy gushed, all her senses went to DEFCON 5. She was in heaven.

Joe eased, conscious that Ellie needed to ride this euphoric roller coaster alone. He had done his bit, now mother nature was doing hers. Ellie’s eyes rolled in her head a little, her mind playing tricks on her.

It was like watching the best New Year’s Eve firework display, whilst listening to an orchestra conducted by Mozart himself, and being drunk on the most delicious intoxicating liquor known to man. The greatest party on earth was taking place in Ellie’s head, with her whole body as the venue.

Slowly, her breathing started to return to normal, her vision became clearer. The party started to slow. A huge smile broke on her face. She wasn’t ready for the walk home at the end of the night. There was still more party left inside her.

Sitting forward, she held Joe and kissed him. He knew he had taken her to a whole new dimension. Now taking his cock once again in her hand, she started to slowly wank him, but Joe stopped her. What was he doing? Didn’t he want more?

“Relax and lie back Ellie,” he said in a calming voice.

“But…?”

“No but’s. Trust me,” and at that he began to wank himself in front of her. She was once again a spectator at Joe’s one-man show. She could see his cock grow, the girth thickening in his hand. He smiled at her.

“Do you like this, Ellie? Do you like to watch me?” he asked.

“Yes, I do, I love to watch you. It’s now my favourite thing,” she said smiling.

“Good,” he said, “I like you watching me.”

Slowly and deliberately, he wanked his magnificent shaft. Ellie was so turned on, she wanted him so much. She started to touch herself. First her breasts, then moving lower to her pussy. It was still sensitive to the touch but felt amazing.

“Take me Joe, I want you,” Ellie demanded.

Moving into position, Joe knelt before Ellie, pulling her forward to meet him. Then he was in her. His thick cock filled her tight pussy. It was pure bliss, he held himself there, not moving a muscle. Simply letting Ellie enjoy him being inside her. Then, like a steam train leaving a station platform, he began to pump her. Very slowly to start with, but as he gained traction, a little faster a little harder. Ellie gasped. This was how it was meant to feel. This was how she had thought all lovers should be but had always been disappointed. Joe didn’t disappoint.

He was now moving into his stride. With each precise deep thrust, he was stoking her engine. The desire starting to build. The pleasure intensifying.

“Yes Joe, yes,” she encouraged. Harder and faster, he went. His muscles were taut, perspiration building on his body.

“Oh God, Joe, just fuck me. Fuck me hard,” she begged. The pleasure almost too much to bear. Her pussy still hugely sensitive from the oral feast Joe had given her. She needed closure now and in the most spectacular way possible.

Joe increased the speed, a man now on a mission. A man who knew what he had to do for his lover. Ellie held him tight as he now pushed himself to the limit, pushing himself deeper inside. As he did, Ellie screamed out as another orgasm hit. She begged him to finish, there was only so much pleasure any one person could take.

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