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My old coat (Public Humiliation)
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For a very special girl! This story is (c) 1998 by spoonbender. It may
be distributed freely as long as it remains intact including this
header and footer. If it is to be archived then I would like
unrestricted access to the archive.

If you don't like to read about public humiliation and stuff then
don't read it. Don't flame me if you don't like the content or style,
I'm still practising.
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I saw her at the railway station, platform 4, just before 5:pm.  Its
funny, the silly little things you remember isn't it? She had her back
to me, but I could tell it was her. I couldn't mistake that figure.
That trim bum, those long slim legs, that softly curving waist. It was
Miho! I hadn't seen her for ages, in fact I heard she'd quit town. But
now, evidently,  she was back.
 
So I thought I'd surprise her. She's that type of girl.

No, no not THAT type, I'm not being derogatory here. Its just she
loved surprises.

She liked other stuff too. Which is how I met her. We had similar
tastes and....well you know how it goes. If you've got leanings in a
certain direction and IRC access then you are bound to meet.

So we met and we had some wild, wild times. I'll tell you about them
one day, but now I'm firmly rooting in the here and now. Or should I
say 5pm on platform 4. Miho and me, what a team! And I was just about
to put us into play again.

Creeping up on her was no problem. The platform was crowded with
commuters going about their busy little ways, striding impatiently
around in their business suits, pushing you out of their, self
important, way. They wouldn't notice me. And neither would she.

The first she knew about me even being there was when I snapped the
handcuff on her wrist. I always kept a pair on me, well you never know
when opportunity will come a knocking. Like now. She was so shocked
that she just froze, which made it ridiculously easy to grab her free
arm and imprison it in the cold, clutching steel. Bound tight with its
twin.

I grabbed her by the upper arms and pushed her face against a wide,
brick pillar that supported the roof. She started to murmur I but I
quickly gathered my old Army raincoat around us. It was a voluminous
garment, built in the old days when you got yards of material for your
tax dollars. You could hide a multitude of sins in there my friend.

Very much like I hid her. The coat surrounded her completely, from her
forehead down to her knees, it swept around her like a Bedouin's tent.
She was such a tiny little thing. 

I pushed the gabardine lapels into her mouth, balling them tightly so
she couldn't push it out with her tongue. Nor would the coat fall
open. Finally I kicked her legs apart slightly.

We were ready to play. 

"Hi baby, bet you never expecting to see me again huh?" As I kissed
the top of her head.

She made a noise. It could have been a grunt, a murmur, or one of
Shakespeare's soliloquies, but all it sounded like to me was gurgling.
Soft gurgling.

"Gonna make up for lost time. Bet you've missed me." I said as my hand
crept up from her waist, scuttling like a crab, towards the curve of
her left breast. My right staying, holding her hip. The rearguard
looking after the bridgehead. It will get called into action soon
enough. But first the advance party must do its work.

"Hmmmmm!"

She wasn't being very expressive was she? She tried twisting her body
and flapping her hands uselessly around. But she didn't make any
intelligible, or more to the point, loud, noises. Even when my hand
gently captured one of her breasts and started squeezing and tickling.

She went dippy hippy on me. You understand? No? Well its when you
start to wind a woman up, she starts to dip her hips from side to side
and up and down. Oh come on you must have noticed. You really have led
sheltered lives! Ok maybe you don't have the experience that I have.
Maybe you don't tend towards winding your women up on a crowded
railway platform.  Anyway, she's dippy hipping and I was squeezing her
tit and rubbing my rapidly hardening cock against her fabulously
curved buttocks. We were having a hell of a time.

I was whispering stuff like "How's that feel? You're getting hot
aren't you? This is getting you off isn't it?" directly into her ear
as I bent over her.

She moaned.  Quietly. What a nice polite girl. Not wanting to make a
fuss. Just standing there on that platform having her tit fondled, in
front of about a thousand people and she just moans, quietly. I just
love the Japanese, they have such decorum. Such a tidy, collected race
they are. No fuss, no hassle just a quiet moan. From deep inside my
raincoat.

I decided to reward her self control with a little excursion behind
the enemy lines. First breach the outer defences. A bit of a minor
struggle here as the button of her Levi's was a bit stiff, as they
were so tight on her. Finally it was open, but it had not gone
undetected as I could hear the moans increasing and her breathing
change up a gear.

The zip parted easily and I was able to start a slow rubbing with the
tips of my fingers along the top of her panties. I could feel her
exclamation mark of pubic hairs pushing against  smooth cotton of her
panties. They felt like workaday panties, plain and functional. My
hand crept stealthily down towards its ultimate goal.

Now she was hippy dipping furiously. So much so she was in danger of
stopping me from acquiring my target. So I squeezed her nipple,
rolling it between my fingers like a fine Cuban cigar.

"Shhhhhhh!" I whispered. "Relaaaaaaax, don't worry, nothing bad will
happen. Just relax."

At first nothing, then I could feel her body start to unlock. So my
hands took up their relentless rhythm. The tit hand was gently
moulding its breast in a gently, but firm, squeezing action. It also
had a secondary duty of teasing the nipple until it was steel hard.
I'm happy to report that that didn't take long at all. And before long
it stuck out like a machine gun from a pillbox.

Down under, where the light rarely shines, my other hand had at last
captured its prize and was eagerly seeking to take possession. When it
first moved in she was mildly damp, virtually dry through the thick
cotton gusset. So I started to gently saw across her clit in a nice,
smooth, gentle, rocking motion. Of course I'd vary it a bit, every now
and then, by describing small circles on her nub. Gently, gently oh so
gently. Meanwhile the world walked on by. Occasionally jostling my
back as I huddled over my girl. 

Pleasuring her. 

And she dampened her gusset, in response.

"Mmmmmur mmmmmmmurr" She whimpered. Ooh! She was so sweet, I couldn't
have eaten her up.

My arm crossed her chest and started the assault on the rise of her
other breast. In doing so I was able to pull her body hard against
mine and lock her into position. I was getting ready for the finale.

My hand started the crawl to the final line of defence and with a
quick 'over and under' it crept inside the elastic of her panties and
started the trek through the jungle of her pubes towards her valley of
pleasure. With its little temple of venus where her goddess of rapture
dwelt.

Now her whimperings were coming through in short bursts while her
chest heaved liked bellows. My tit hand had achieved its objective and
now her other nipple stood erect like a sentinel on the hillock of her
firm breast.

"Right Sir I'm going in."

"Good luck old chap."

The handshake, the hand, the finger, the button. My finger delved
inside her gash seeking out her clit. Her nether lips kissed the tip
of my finger softly as I carefully pushed them aside to gain access to
my prize.

She stiffened slightly as flesh met flesh. Hot clit and deftly rubbing
fingertip moving together. Her moaning stopped and even her breathing
seemed to still as she stretched, on tiptoe, as I tickled her bud.

The tableau continued for a couple of seconds then she relaxed, and
virtually fell, against me. I pushed her jeans down slightly as I
sought to get my hand inside the warm, sultry embrace of her upper
thighs. Once home I switched to overdrive and my finger river-danced
merrily around her rapidly wettening gash. Of course it took part in
underground manoeuvres too, darting into the soaking darkness of her
womanhood and then pumped briskly before withdrawing and tackling her
love button again.

"Hmmmmmmm uuuuuurrrrrrrr."

Her breathing had reached terminal velocity and her murmurs were faint
cries of ascending lust as I sped up my actions.  My tit hand mauled
and my cunt hand dipped and delved.

Her crotch was now a mess of heat and wetness and I could feel her
gash try to close around the imposition of my digit as I worked.
Finally she was so wet that my finger naturally slid home. As if it
had a perfect right be there. So I pumped her, working her rapidly,
occasionally reaching and pressing her G spot. My pianist fingers, as
my mother used to call them. Now the fingers that could easily span an
octave were put to a more prosaic use as I worked them up inside her.

Two fingers then three. Stroking deep, before coming out for air, then
the plunge again. On and on. And she got hotter, and wetter, and more
breathless.

I could feel her start to stiffen and arch her back. It was coming.
The big one was coming. The typhoon was starting to blow across the
foreshore of her lust.

Pow! Her head pushed back into my chest and her hips wriggled
furiously as my fingers worked their magic. She went as stiff as a
board and her whimpers became a long drawn out moan as she came
furiously.

She was incredibly hot. She couldn't have been getting much these
days, if she came this hard. And in public too. It was lucky I stopped
by.

And still she thrashed around like a fish on a line.

Finally it was over and I carefully rewrapped the package. Pulling up
her tight jeans, looping the button then applying the zipper, all neat
and tidy.

Her chest was still heaving as she stood there, forehead against the
coarse brick as I unsnicked the handcuffs and dropped them into my
pocket.

I swivelled her round to face me and said. "Wow! Miho, what a cum!"

She steadied her breathing and looked up at me.

It wasn't Miho.

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Can Miho please contact me, your email address don't work! Any other
ladies out there that want their fantasy written up, or want to work
with me on further stories please contact me.

My email address is Theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk



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