I’ve written about how I used to role-play at being an exhibitionist with my old friend Alex (“How I Started Being an Exhibitionist”) and told you about my minor teasing in public places and my fantasy about making love in public (“What Katie Did in the Parking Station”). In the second post I described how I shamelessly teased Mr Burgess who lives across the road from me. I promised I would tell you how things ended up with me and Mr Burgess, and here it is. And it is not a fantasy. —– It is a week after the non-event in the parking station. It is another warm autumn day in Sydney, one of those glorious days when the sky is a deep, cloudless blue, a slight hint of an ocean breeze to keep the humidity down, the sun warm enough to make me drowsy as I sit on my balcony, my mind drifting to some places of sweet sensations and gentle pleasures. I have been trying to read a book but it was not interesting me and I have let it fall to the floor. My mind flickers across my old friend Alex, who is away on some business. I never fantasise about Alex because of the real satisfaction we give each other but I do like remembering some of the things he does with me. My last orgasm happened yesterday morning while I was chatting online with a young man in England. The poor lad seems obsessed with me and contacts me as soon as I come on line. I tell him how I would stroke him; how I would let him ejaculate on my breasts, all the things that horny young men like to hear. Of course, I am …
Blue Mountains Train Trip
I was catching the train from the Blue Mountains down into Sydney which is a good two hour trip, plenty of time to spend reading or working. On this particular day there weren't many passengers so I settled into my seat at the rear of one of the cabins, setup my iPad on the table and decided to catchup on some reading in Lush. I love the slow build up that erotica provides and I had quite an eclectic mix of genre in my reading queue to get through; not to mention the chance of a chat with one or more of my online mates which is always a buzz. The only down side of reading in public is not being able to strip off and release the pressure once it becomes too intense, but that's just part of the whole ying-yang experience. I noticed a young lady sit down diagonally opposite me. She had lovely dark copper coloured skin and jet black hair; she obviously had a Polynesian background. She was wearing a tight white blouse and a dark flowing skirt, the generous curves of her breasts and butt were hinted at in a subtle yet sexy way as her clothes clung to her figure. But it wasn't her body that drew me in, it was her eyes that grabbed me – dark, deep and full of mischief and confidence that only Island girls have. She seated herself facing in my direction and also pulled out an iPad and then immersed herself into the online world, so I decided to do the same. In Lush I'd been chatting with a young islander girl by the name of Vi; we'd exchanged some hot photos, but never faces, and I …