THIS IS A FOLLOW UP TO PREVIOUS KATY STORIES
Katy closed her eyes in resignation as the never-ending phone call from her mother continued.
The usual topic, the behaviour of Katy's husband Derek, had been gone through with a fine-tooth comb for the last twenty minutes.
'He can't even spend one single Sunday with you, not one, so where is he this time,' asked her mother angrily.
'Golf mother,' answered Katy, though she was loth to admit it.
'And I'm sure the bar afterwards,' remarked her mother. 'Poured home in a friend's car later no doubt.'
Katy stifled a sigh. Sometimes she wondered if Derek was screwing someone else.
Though that seemed improbable, and you might think laughable even as he wasn't the greatest in bed to put it mildly.
She had a headache now as her mother went on.
'You deserve better darling. You know you are too soft with him. I only want happiness for you, you know that don't you?'
'Yes, mother I do and I'm grateful for what you do for me. I'll have to go soon. I need to get the week's food shopping in,' said Katy.
She was even more grateful for the fact that her mother would never ever ask her about her sex life. Just as well as she had not had a ride from Derek in over two months.
Right now she craved sexual satisfaction to the point of distraction.
Katy liked dirty talk, even a little domination. The thought of such things excited her and she had never got either from Derek despite all her hints.
She was no angel, had strayed twice, scratched the itch, or rather had it scratched for her and what happened had blown her mind.
Not getting a good fucking was probably one of the reasons why her headache was getting worse. She stroked her throbbing temples.
'Do reflect on what I'm saying Katy,' ended her mother.
'Yes, I will,' answered Katy, 'bye for now mother, love you.'
She flopped down onto the sofa and swore. She was as high as a kite but not in a good way. She just had to get some relief. She hiked up her skirt and moved her hand between her legs She closed her eyes and stroked herself over her lime green cotton panties.
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Her mind drifted to last night's train commute home from work as she slipped her hand down the waistband of her underwear and began to play with herself.
The train had been unusually quiet and she had the luxury of four seats to herself.
As she went to sit down, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a well-dressed businessman eyeing her up.
Settling into her seat Katy's skirt had ridden up, but she let it lie. She looked out of the window for a bit then risked a glance over. Smart, forties maybe, sexy even, she thought. After what had happened to her with Derek's boss Katy definitely had a thing for older men.
On the periphery of her vision she saw him take a lingering look at her legs. She glanced away pretending not to have noticed.
Katy was flattered. She started to flirt, shifted in her seat, fussed with the hem of her skirt but did not smooth it down. She turned sideways to rummage in her bag, opened her legs a little, fished out a little mirror and re-did her lipstick.
She caught his eye. He was looking again.
This was attention Katy craved. She ran a hand through her hair, got out her mobile and checked it.
She crossed her long, bare legs and her skirt rode up higher. He was trying to make eye contact again, but she did not play ball.
Concentrating on scrolling through her phone she slowly uncrossed her legs, knowing that if he was watching he would be seeing what she had got on up her skirt.
She let her legs part an inch or so, then again further. For a good fifteen seconds she sat there, her pantied cunt blatantly on show.
Powder-blue lace trimmed panties, firm thighs framing the vee of her scanties covering the plump mound of her pussy.
She just had to look. She flushed when she saw his eyes glued up her skirt.
He glanced up and he gave her a little smile as they locked eyes.
She clamped her legs shut and averted her gaze, looking self-consciously out the window, aware of dampness in her panties.
I'm a dirty little prick teaser but I love it she thought, returning the smile.
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Katy had two fingers up her honeypot now, stirring the mix in her sticky hole. Round and round up and down. Her hips began to move. She found a rhythm as she fingered herself, imagining the stranger on the train giving her a sweaty urgent fuck in the train toilet.
She moaned as her pussy began to squelch. She frigged herself faster. She was almost there....
