{"id":31,"date":"2010-11-30T20:10:04","date_gmt":"2010-11-30T20:10:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.annas-angels.co.uk\/?p=31"},"modified":"2010-11-30T20:44:18","modified_gmt":"2010-11-30T20:44:18","slug":"my-winter-train-memory","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.annas-angels.co.uk\/blog\/2010\/11\/my-winter-train-memory\/","title":{"rendered":"My Winter Train Memory"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>After reading\u00a0Sarah&#8217;s\u00a0post\u00a0I\u00a0just had to share my experience from a few years back. I was on my way home from a really hard day at the office; it was cold and wet you know the typical journey home.<\/p>\n<p>Walking to the train station I had been splashed by cars and hounded by the weather. I tried to find a seat\u00a0whilst\u00a0struggling\u00a0onto the train. I found myself opposite a young man, The collar of his drenched jacket turned up looking like his day had been as bad as mine. As the train moved through the stations, and people began to leave, I noticed him looking at my legs. Normally I would have been\u00a0embarrassed, but instead I felt excited as a warm flush filled my body.There were only about two other people in the carriage by now and I wanted him to look at me. I looked across into his eyes and slowly raised my skirt to reveal the tops of my stockings and the glint of the buckle on my suspenders.<\/p>\n<p>I could see he was\u00a0visibly\u00a0excited\u00a0as his trousers were bulging. Without a word\u00a0I\u00a0parted my\u00a0legs\u00a0looking into his wide open eyes. By now he could see my tight white knickers\u00a0stretched\u00a0over my now wet pussy. I lifted my hand to my face and slowly slid one of my\u00a0manicured\u00a0red nailed fingers into my mouth. I then lowered it down between my legs as\u00a0I\u00a0slowly slid my\u00a0knickers\u00a0to one side and delved deep with my finger. I teased and fingered myself slowly to orgasm as he watched with his bulging erection fighting to be let loose. Just as I finished and withdrew my wet finger; licking it slowly in front of him the lights of the station came into the carrage and the train started to slow.<\/p>\n<p>He\u00a0grasped\u00a0at his bag and stammered \u00a0&#8220;oh my god&#8221; as he\u00a0shuffled\u00a0trying to hide his\u00a0erection dashing off the train. I slumped back into my seat feeling very naughty and dirty but loving every minute of it.<\/p>\n<p>Just a spur of the moment thing but one great turn on&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Love<br \/>\nStephanie Brooks xx<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/annas-angels.co.uk\/high_class_london_female_escort_stephanie_brooks.htm\">http:\/\/annas-angels.co.uk\/high_class_london_female_escort_stephanie_brooks.htm<\/a><\/p>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>After reading Sarah&#8217;s post I just had to share my experience from a few years back. I was on my way home from a really hard day at the office in worked at, It was cold and wet you know the typical journey home. <a href=\"https:\/\/www.annas-angels.co.uk\/blog\/2010\/11\/my-winter-train-memory\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[15],"tags":[19,8,24,26,28,25,14,23,17],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.annas-angels.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.annas-angels.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.annas-angels.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.annas-angels.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.annas-angels.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=31"}],"version-history":[{"count":15,"href":"https:\/\/www.annas-angels.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":35,"href":"https:\/\/www.annas-angels.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31\/revisions\/35"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.annas-angels.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=31"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.annas-angels.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=31"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.annas-angels.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=31"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}