You start unbuttoning my shirt and kiss down my chest and abs. You get down on your knees, unbuckle my belt and slide it off. You laugh a naughty litt...le laugh. I finish pulling off my shirt as you unzipping my jeans. You grab the top of them and slide the down to my ankles. My cock is already throbbing in front of you. Your hands rub along my my thighs. My body relaxes and I lean back, yours for the taking. Your hands slide up my abs and back down. You wrap one hand around my shaft and start to. I am exposed to sexy part of the city, the beautiful girls roaming around. All are well dressed and groomed. I am also impressed with the ladies in 30s and 40s. they are well maintained and carrying themselves in a hot way. One night, I was traveling through the metro at around 11 pm.The entire compartment was empty, only an old couple and some teenagers were there. Soon a lady, aged 34 (I came to know this later) boarded the same compartment I was sitting. She was in a satin saree and was. She wasn't sure why it was quite soexciting, but it was.The first change was the melting away of the old, empty sacks of skin.They simply dissolved to nothingness, leaving the skin beneath smoothonce again.It felt like someone was gently rubbing her nipples, and very soon itlooked like it too, each point causing the fabric to tent and then movingaround almost comically as pressure built behind, as if moved byinvisible teasing fingers. They rubbing against the fabric and a littletingle shot down. ..You come here'. Despite every fibre of my being wanting to move and climb on top of her my brain advised me that it can either get my legs working or my cock but not both. I replied with a pitiful 'I can't move'. She laughed 'Well we are not having sex then'.I pointed to the bulge in my trousers and said 'What am I going to do about this?!' She laughed again and told me to have a wank. Then to tease me further she continued 'Take your cock out and wank it hard, think about what it would be.