Public transport Stories

Vanessa walked with the precum trapped under her foreskin, which began to leak, creating a sticky mess inside her pantyhose. The nylon clung to her swollen dick, the gossamer material rubbing against her sensitive flesh with every step, straining against the confines of her underwear. Her hips swayed involuntarily, the movement sending waves of pleasure through her trapped shaft. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the ur...

Vanessa was dressed impeccably, her long legs encased in sheer nude pantyhose, and a tight skirt hugging her curves. Like many other subway commuters, she stepped onto the subway train as it came to a halt, oblivious to the creep lurking around, some fucker who enjoys staring at her legs every morning. She'd stand there, holding the pole, her skirt riding up just enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of nylon-clad thigh....

I see you again, sitting in your seat on the train reading your book. We have been seeing each other on the train for the past week and we have been ‘eyeing’ each other all week, stealing a look here, grabbing a look there. Holding each other’s stare for long minutes before one of us can’t hold it anymore… most of the time, it’s me who pulls away. It is too intense and too much for me. This time, I decide to sit opposite...

This is a true account of a recent experience of mine that I wanted to share with you all, especially as it was inspired by my experiences here on Lush. Recently I’ve become quite excited at the thought of exposing myself in public. Chats with some of you and hearing about your experiences, and writing stories which include elements of public nudity and exhibitionism, have got me quite excited, and made me realise how muc...