The Escalator Encounter :

The Escalator Encounter


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I (Emily) am in the second year of my marriage, and both my husband and I work.
Although we both work, I have a part-time job at a shop in a neighboring town's station building. I leave home after my husband goes to work and return earlier than him, so it's a relatively easy job.
A few months ago, I noticed a slightly suspicious man on the escalator at the station I use.
He was getting on behind a woman and slipping his hand into her skirt,
holding something small in his hand.
Immediately, I thought he was taking upskirt photos! At the same time, I felt a strange excitement.
After that, I started leaving home a bit earlier every day to observe the man,
and I found out that he only appeared on Wednesdays!
Maybe he has Wednesdays off?
What if he took upskirt photos of me!
If he took such close-up photos under my skirt!
The thought made me feel incredibly excited, and I wondered if I was crazy.
I wanted to try it just once!
The urge grew stronger, and finally, last month on a Wednesday, I wore a shorter skirt than usual, glasses instead of contacts, and a mask to hide my face, and went to work.
I spotted the man,
and started observing him from a distance!
After taking upskirt photos of one woman, he came back down and seemed to be looking for his next target.
This station has few users, so maybe he doesn't get caught?
If this were a big city, he would be arrested immediately!
At that moment, I walked past the man and got on the escalator,
and he followed me.
I pretended not to notice and slightly spread my legs while fiddling with my smartphone,
my heart pounding!
My throat dry!
I was now being photographed up close in a place no normal woman would want anyone to see!
It would be recorded!
I wanted to masturbate right there!
In the end, I masturbated in the bathroom afterward, reveling in a pleasure I couldn't get with my husband.
Recently, I've been wearing pantyhose directly, and by the time I'm photographed, I'm already soaking wet, and the man has become quite bold, lifting my skirt to take photos!
I've become just a perverted woman exposing my private parts.
This Wednesday, he came to the shop where I work and bought a towel.
I served him.
It seems he knows.



A master of sensual narratives, blending passion with elegance. Enjoys gourmet cooking and yoga. Lives in a serene lakeside home, drawing inspiration from the tranquility around her.

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