London Loves (alternate ending)

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London Loves (alternate ending)So there I was, minding my own business, Big Ben struck the hour and I knew that I was running late for work. Quarter to nine! And nowhere near my office.I checked my mobile again. No signal. No idea why either, as it was usually fine in the city. Then I saw it. Phone box. Not used one for years, but I thought I might as well. I rushed over. Occupied. I huffed out a gush of air, looking through the clouded glass and plastic at the young lady inside. Slim, long hair, nice legs wrapped up in thick tights. Even the cardigan didn’t make her unappealing.I looked at the time again. Then I saw the odd movement inside the booth. The girl’s skirt flicked a little and it looked like one hand was pushed under, moving rhythmically. Surely not! In broad daylight, and in such a public place. She wasn’t talking on the phone, it was still on the hook. Her eyes were shut, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip.The movement of her hand under her skirt was obvious now that I looked, but from anywhere more than a few feet away I doubt anyone would have seen. Her eyes opened a little, looking in my direction, then opened wide and her hand dropped from under her skirt.I smiled and opened the door a crack. bakırköy escort “You nearly done?” I asked with a smirk, “I need to phone the office.”She looked at me, smiled a little nervously, her face reddening slightly. “To be honest,” she said, “You interrupted at a crucial moment, and I might have to start all over.””Maybe I can help?” I asked, and took her backward movement as an invitation to step inside.It was a bit of a squeeze, out bodies jammed together, breathe in each other’s faces. I slid my hand down her side and back up under her skirt. The heavy black tights were pulled down just below the vee of her pubic area, her knickers likewise slid down.I caressed the area about the top of her cleft, fine downy hair met my fingers and I slid a little lower. She gasped as my two fingers dipped into the crease above her vulva, brushing across the slightly enlarged clitoris and down into the wet slot below.She placed one hand on my shoulder for support as I circled her clit, then sank my fingers into her wet crevice, then back around again. Her head pushed onto my shoulder, her hot breathe in my ear. I felt her lick my neck, then kiss it softly as she panted to the rhythm beşiktaş escort of my fingers.It was awkward, but I managed to get my hand a little lower, enabling me to slide two fingers into her dripping pussy. She gasped again and I felt a hand at my crotch. Rubbing up and down my hardening penis through my trousers. Then she slid down the zip and dipped inside, drawing my hard cock into the air. She stroked it as my fingers worked inside her, pulling my foreskin back and forth slowly, but firmly.I pulled my hand away and shifted. I couldn’t get an angle for penetration, but I managed to slide my cock between her thighs, her knickers and tights clamping it to her sweet crevice. I started to move back and forth. She was gasping and staring into my eyes. I assumed she was enjoying the sensation as much as I, but neither of us said a word.She wriggled a little, excited, but in the confines of the phone box it was so hard to get any real pressure. She pushed me back, her breathing heavy. She managed to turn around and pushed her bottom backward toward me.I slid my hands under her skirt, caressing her tight bottom. My hand slid between her legs, finding the wet entrance to her vagina beylikdüzü escort I slid two fingers inside and started to move them back and forth. My thumb rubbed against her clit. It felt swollen and enlarged some more. The slickness of her pussy excited me even more.I tried to move a little, but it just sent my cock crashing against her buttocks. She bent her hips a little more, affording better access, and I managed to slide my hard cock into her juicy pussy. She gasped as I slid in and out. I leaned in, wrapping my arms about her waist, sliding a hand under her slightly rounded belly and swirling a finger on her throbbing clit.I could feel my hard penis working in and out, her clit bulging forward and back from the internal pressure. She gasped more as I increased the speed and pressure on her clit as I felt myself surging toward my own orgasm. I hoped she’d get there first, since I knew that, in the cramped confines of the phone box, once I shot my load I’d be unable to do much more.I rubbed harder and harder. Faster and faster. Her breathing was coming in ragged gasps, and then she tensed. I felt her vagina pulsing on my cock. Driving me over the brink that was, in any case, so close.I pulled out just in time. My semen splashed across the glass in front of her, dripping into the crotch of her knickers below.We stayed still for a brief moment, before disentangling and straightening our clothes. She squeezed passed me, turning to smile and say “Thanks.” before disappearing into the morning crowds.

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