Gigolo London Metro date : Part 1
Gigolo London: In London, The Metro was oddly uncrowded that evening as Gigolo London Vince stepped onto the car, but the lack of people was welcome and they took seats sitting across from one another. He observed her as she gazed out the window, her blonde ringlets falling across her shoulder in a beautiful contrast to the deep red of her trench coat. She sat cross-legged, her foot resting against his leg. Feeling his gaze upon her, she turned to him and smiled. Gigolo London, Vince liked her smile, the way it was both sweet and alluring at the same time . . . like her. Her eyes twinkled a bit as he felt her run the heel of her stiletto along his calf slowly. She liked playing little games and teasing him, waiting for him to overtake her and turn the game around on her. He knew this . . . and liked it.
In a Metro with gigolo London, Vince
Staring intently at her, Gigolo London, Vince reached out and ran his fingertips along the curve of her knee, just the slightest of touch, slow, small circles . . . extending his touch just barely upon her thigh and then back around again. She drew in a breath as the chill ran through her. He watched her face as her expression melted from playful to lustful. Gigolo London, Vince smiled in victory, but then recognised the look of mischievousness that crept into her eyes, confirmed by the devious curl of her smile.
Glancing around for a moment,
and then making sure he was watching, she quietly reached under her dress and removed her panties without saying a word. He watched as she stealthily shifted in her seat, and then casually slipped the delicate garment over her knees, down her calves and off around her heels. Smiling, she leaned forward, placing an innocent peck upon his cheek as she slipped the panties into his jacket pocket. She then sat back and smiled expectantly at him. It was Gigolo London, Vince his move now.
Gigolo London, Vince
Took her hand, pulling her slowly onto his lap, raising the back of her dress and coat so that her skin sat bare on his legs Gigolo London, Vince slid his hand quietly underneath the flap of her coat, her dress and up along her thigh until his fingers reached the warm wetness between her legs. His lips met hers as he slipped two fingers inside of her. His fingers slide easily in and out of her. Gigolo London, Vince loved how wet she was for him. She moaned softly as he whispered in her ear, “I’m going to make love to you on this train.” The grin on her face as she looked up at Gigolo London, Vince told him she had absolutely no objections.
There were still very few passengers and none near them as he adjusted in his seat, lifting her just slightly and they both groaned softly as he she sank slowly down upon him. Her trench coat hid their risqué activity well. The jostle of the train provided a natural rhythm as he pulled her hips against him and pushed deep up into her. It was incredible, the moves so slow and deliberate. She moved her hips in barely discernible circles against him, adjusting her pressure against him as she shifted from hip to hip. Gigolo London, Vince closed his eyes at the intensity of the sensations.
To be continued, this was: Gigolo London Metro date part 1
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