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Clandestine (18+ only)

No sign of the train. I have a while yet. Open emails. Click New:

“man at carMeet me at the station. Let me feel your fingertips brush my waist as our eyes lock for that brief moment, and we walk past each other, pretending we are strangers. Guide me to the car, not too close now; you unable to contain your excitement, me unable to avoid noticing how your trousers pull tightly across your hips and you fill the front, hard and desperate.