Spanking stories. A Long Weekend

As my train pulled into the station, I could see her standing waiting on the platform for me. Framed in the doors, she was dressed in a short summer dress, setting off her slim, athletic body to perfection. I’d first met her training at our local swimming club, and, four years later we were still together. As the doors opened, I stepped off into the bright sunshine and into her passionate embrace. As our lips met and our tongues explored each others mouths, I felt her reach down and squeeze my erection, which was already rubbing painfully against my jeans. I reached underneath her skirt and scratched up the inside of her thigh in response. As I got closer to her pussy she arched back and smiled at me. I carried on and traced the outline of her knickers with my forefinger.

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