Free Black Lace Quickies 3 by Kerri Sharpe

stumbling slightly and reaching out instinctively to keep our balance. I was pressed against a businessman: tall, broad, fortyish. We stood facing each other, my cheek almost touching his shoulder. We were a few minutes into the journey when I finally realised exactly where my hand had ended up when I’d tried to grab something to prevent toppling over. I felt myself blush but, as I went to remove my hand, the man took hold of my wrist, keeping me in position. All things considered, I guess he was a bit of a pervert. But, judging by the immediate drenching of my underwear, I guess I was too.
    Trains had always, in my mind, been a great location for crotch watching. One of my favourite commuting pastimes up until that point had been sitting staring – discreetly, of course – at all the sights that met my eyeline You know how it is when sometimes you just want something? Well, Pervy Businessman made me realise just how easy it was to get it.
    My first deliberate hit was just a few days after my liaison with Pervy. I hadn’t managed to get it out of my head: his sheer audacity making me touch him like that in a crowded carriage. More than that, though, I couldn’t get over how much it had turned me on. So one morning I found myself standing near the luggage hold during rush hour. A man was standing opposite me, quiet , unassuming. He looked respectable. Safe. Just as we arrived at the final station stop, we both gathered our belongings ready to move off the train. I had a quick look over my shoulder to check that no one was immediately behind us, then I took a deep breath, reached out and touched him. He turned to me sharply and opened his mouth as though to speak but he remained silent. I rubbed just a little and then squeezed his cock firmly, and then I was gone, speeding along the platform, heart thumping wildly and with a huge grin on my face. It had lasted no more than a few seconds but I couldn’t believe I had done it or that I’d got away with it. And I knew then that I was addicted.
    You’re probably thinking that the leaving part is cruel, and I suppose, if I’m honest, it is. But I enjoy the power of it. Not that it always ends that way. Sometimes they get to come. Unfortunately for Grisham, he was simply a victim of timing. Early-morning meetings really could play havoc with a girl’s social life.
    My office building was one of those ultramodern marvels – all open-plan work areas and glass-walled meeting rooms. It was a hive of creativity, containing everything required to produce some of the biggest magazine titles in the country. As the managing editor of the glossy women’s monthly, I had an office in the middle of the main editorial area, but that wasn’t where I headed straightaway.
    I swiped my security pass in the main reception area, took the lift to the third floor and ignored the coffee cart, which was usually my first port of call. I headed straight to the staff toilets, swung a cubicle door open with far more force than I had intended, then locked it behind me and stood with my back to it. I slid one hand down inside the front of my trousers and then hooked a couple of fingers under the cloth of my underwear. I smiled with relief as my fingers began their exploration. There were certainly worse ways to start a Monday morning.
    ‘Kate?’ It was Natalie, my PA. ‘Is that you?’
    For fuck’s sake! My hand froze, hovering inside my knickers. I leaned my head back against the door and closed my eyes.
    ‘Kate?’
    ‘Yep,’ I said as cheerily as I could. ‘It’s me.’
    ‘Thought so. Look, I thought I’d better warn you: I’ve just done the latest cover report and we seem to have forty grand unaccounted for.’
    ‘Unaccounted for?’ I sighed and repositioned my clothing, then flushed the loo. Well, thousands of pounds going missing does tend to quash one’s ardour – as does having your PA standing with her ear almost up against the door when you’re trying to come. I emerged from