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On reflection, the urge to masturbate in a public place was more often than not fuelled by alcohol. This particular night was one such occasion. My boyfriend, Adam and I were on our way back from a night out, drinking with friends. Before the days of Uber, getting a cab was a major pain and somewhat expensive, so as usual we caught the train. Typically, we missed one by a couple of minutes, leaving us about 20 minutes to kill. We wandered down the platform, away from the noisy drunks who’d consumed far more booze than we had. We sat down on a bench and Adam put his arm around me then kissed me tenderly on the lips. I felt a distinct tingling between my legs. I kissed him back passionately. Moisture welling up between my pussy lips as our tongues entwined.
The other waiting passengers were a fair way back down the platform and the platform opposite was empty. We were more or less alone and it was dark, save for the dim station lamps, one of which stood a few feet from our bench.
I was wearing baggy ¾ length cotton trousers, which were fashionable in the late 80’s.They were loose fitting with an elastic waist band, so sliding my hand down inside my knickers was easy, with enough room for me to move it around quite freely. I cupped my furry mound and tugged on my pubes, which I liked to do to get myself going (actually I still do). As I played with my soft curls, wrapping them around my fingertips, warm sticky juices oozed from between my swollen lips, coating the palm of my hand. I eased my labia apart and began to slide my fingers up and down the hot, silky gorge.
“I want to see.” Adam whispered into my ear.
I’m not sure I’d have been so daring without my boyfriend egging me on, but being quite drunk I didn’t take much persuading. I suspect he secretly wanted me to be caught in the act. I know he fantasised about watching other men fuck me, so other men watching me play with my pussy would no doubt float his boat too.
This was also in the days before we had CCTV spying on our every move, and Adam was blocking the view of the other passengers waiting on our side of the track. The only real risk of being seen was if someone appeared on the platform opposite.
I eased my trousers and knickers down around my thighs, exposing my bush to the warm night air. That feeling of getting my hairy cunt out in a public place always made my heart pound, especially when there were people around who might catch me. I wasn’t sure whether if someone came near enough to see what I was up to, I’d cover myself up or carry on. What I did know was that I was highly excited.
My bare, milky-white thighs, were surprisingly well illuminated by the dim platform light, while by contrast, my pubes ,which are actually quite fair, painted a distinct dark triangle against my pale skin.
It was by no means a busy station, but a few people had made their way closer to us. However, Adam was still blocking their view, shielding their eyes from the spectacle of my hand moving up and down rhythmically between my legs. I continued to slide my fingers between my slippery folds, caressing my clit and easing one finger, then two, in and out of my gaping wet cunt. I’d worked myself into a state of frenzied excitement, when out of the corner of my eye I spotted a tall figure moving along the platform opposite.
I stopped rubbing, not quite sure what to do. I was pretty sure he was near enough to see what I was up to.
Judging by his shape and posture he looked relatively young. He sat down diagonally across from us, about 10 metres further down the platform.
“Don’t stop!” My boyfriend breathed, excitedly.
Cautiously at first, I began to finger my pussy again. I could tell by the distinct tilt of the man’s head he was looking directly at us. This realisation triggered an intense headrush and my heart began to pound in my chest. As I rubbed myself more and more frantically, he leant forwards adjusting his position until he was perched on the edge of the bench. I could just about make out his features in the station’s lamplight. He was probably early to mid-twenties and quite good looking. He was smiling.
“I think he’s enjoying the show!” Adam whispered excitedly.
“I think so too!” I panted.
“Well, it looks fucking hot from where I’m sitting.” He added gleefully.
I just groaned and carried on fingering my juicy wet mound.
“Do you think he’s hard” Adam asked.
“Mmmm…I hope so” I lbreathed heavily…delighted by the thought of his cock, which in my mind’s eye was massive, throbbing in his pants.
The thrill of performing in front of an audience, albeit an audience of one… well two if you included my boyfriend, was overwhelming. My heart pounded even more rapidly .
The intense pleasure spreading from the tiny erect bud beneath my fingertips, surging through my loins was almost unbearable. My engorged pussy lips throbbed, my hole ached, my body began to tense.
“Shit! there’s a train coming.” Adam gasped.
As exhilarated as I was by being watched from the other side of the platform, being caught with my knickers down, my hairy wet cunt on display for a train-load of people, was something else. I’d probably be charged with indecent exposure for a start! Possibly get my name and photo in the local paper as well. Frantically I pulled my knickers and trousers up, just as the train entered the station. I noticed my audience opposite slump back into his seat with an air of disappointment, as he disappeared from view behind the slowing train.
“I thought it wasn’t due for another 10 minutes” I scowled at my boyfriend, as I stood up.
“Sorry they must have changed the timetable” He replied sheepishly.
We waited for half a dozen or so passengers to alight, then stepped onto the train.
The carriage was empty save for one middle aged man at the far end of the carriage.
“So how long to the next stop” I asked Adam.
“Um, about 7 minutes ….I think” he replied.
“That should be long enough” I grinned slipping my hand back inside my knickers.
God, I was wet! Slippery juices dripping from my, hot, pulsing pussy.
I eased my trousers and knickers down and leant back in the seat thrusting my hips forwards.
Adam stood up and glanced down the virtually empty carriage, to double check no one else was nearby then sat down in the seat opposite. He began to rub himself through his jeans, as my fingers resumed their work, which had been so abruptly suspended by the arrival of the train we were now on.
“Let me see your tits!” He whispered eagerly.
Those were my braless days, so my pert young breasts were easily revealed by simply undoing a few buttons. Adam simultaneously unzipped himself, extracting his cock which was very big and very hard.
As I rubbed my clit and fingered my gaping hole, he wrapped one hand around his meaty shaft, and caressed his shiny engorged tip with the other. He seemed to be stroking himself, in time with the clank of the wheels on the tracks, I too found myself moving my fingers along my slippery slit and in and out of my gaping pink gash, to the same metronomic rhythm. As the train sped up so did we, the rubbing became faster and more intense. I was soon on the brink of an orgasm. I stifled my groans as best I could, not wanting to attract attention from the man down the carriage. Adam began to pant feverishly as the palm of his hand slid briskly up and down his erect penis, precum dribbling from his helmet, greasing his rigid pole.
I began to judder and my body went into spasm, as I was overcome with waves of unrestrained pleasure. As I writhed and convulsed with ecstasy, a fountain of cum spurted from Adams cock. Four or five impressive bursts of sticky, white spunk cascaded into the air, splashing onto the floor in a series of small puddles and spattering the seat between his legs.
“Oh, dear you’ve made quite a mess” I chuckled. As the uncontrolled juddering of my body subsided.
“Um, yeah have you got any tissues? He asked hopefully.
I searched my bag and managed to locate one of those handy little travel packs.
Adam held out his clean hand and took four of the six little paper squares, which weren’t really designed for such a heavy duty mop up operation.
There were just about enough to wipe his other hand , which was dripping with semen and clean up the spillage on the seat. That left me two tiny tissues to soak up some of my pussy juice and wipe some of the gloop clinging to my pubes. I’d also managed to make a creamy mess on the seat. We also did our best to clear some of the puddles of sperm on the floor, but the cum soaked tissues merely spread it around, creating a greasy film. The train pulled into the station just as we completed our futile clean-up attempt.
I felt a tiny bit guilty as we got of the train, knowing some poor cleaner would have the unenviable task of completing the job, but only a tiny bit.
As we walked home, I wondered what the man on the platform opposite was doing now.
On reflection, the urge to masturbate in a public place was more often than not fuelled by alcohol. This particular night was one such occasion. My boyfriend, Adam and I were on our way back from a night out, drinking with friends. Before the days of Uber, getting a cab was a major pain and somewhat expensive, so as usual we caught the train. Typically, we missed one by a couple of minutes, leaving us about 20 minutes to kill. We wandered down the platform, away from the noisy drunks who’d consumed far more booze than we had. We sat down on a bench and Adam put his arm around me then kissed me tenderly on the lips. I felt a distinct tingling between my legs. I kissed him back passionately. Moisture welling up between my pussy lips as our tongues entwined.
The other waiting passengers were a fair way back down the platform and the platform opposite was empty. We were more or less alone and it was dark, save for the dim station lamps, one of which stood a few feet from our bench.
I was wearing baggy ¾ length cotton trousers, which were fashionable in the late 80’s.They were loose fitting with an elastic waist band, so sliding my hand down inside my knickers was easy, with enough room for me to move it around quite freely. I cupped my furry mound and tugged on my pubes, which I liked to do to get myself going (actually I still do). As I played with my soft curls, wrapping them around my fingertips, warm sticky juices oozed from between my swollen lips, coating the palm of my hand. I eased my labia apart and began to slide my fingers up and down the hot, silky gorge.
“I want to see.” Adam whispered into my ear.
I’m not sure I’d have been so daring without my boyfriend egging me on, but being quite drunk I didn’t take much persuading. I suspect he secretly wanted me to be caught in the act. I know he fantasised about watching other men fuck me, so other men watching me play with my pussy would no doubt float his boat too.
This was also in the days before we had CCTV spying on our every move, and Adam was blocking the view of the other passengers waiting on our side of the track. The only real risk of being seen was if someone appeared on the platform opposite.
I eased my trousers and knickers down around my thighs, exposing my bush to the warm night air. That feeling of getting my hairy cunt out in a public place always made my heart pound, especially when there were people around who might catch me. I wasn’t sure whether if someone came near enough to see what I was up to, I’d cover myself up or carry on. What I did know was that I was highly excited.
My bare, milky-white thighs, were surprisingly well illuminated by the dim platform light, while by contrast, my pubes ,which are actually quite fair, painted a distinct dark triangle against my pale skin.
It was by no means a busy station, but a few people had made their way closer to us. However, Adam was still blocking their view, shielding their eyes from the spectacle of my hand moving up and down rhythmically between my legs. I continued to slide my fingers between my slippery folds, caressing my clit and easing one finger, then two, in and out of my gaping wet cunt. I’d worked myself into a state of frenzied excitement, when out of the corner of my eye I spotted a tall figure moving along the platform opposite.
I stopped rubbing, not quite sure what to do. I was pretty sure he was near enough to see what I was up to.
Judging by his shape and posture he looked relatively young. He sat down diagonally across from us, about 10 metres further down the platform.
“Don’t stop!” My boyfriend breathed, excitedly.
Cautiously at first, I began to finger my pussy again. I could tell by the distinct tilt of the man’s head he was looking directly at us. This realisation triggered an intense headrush and my heart began to pound in my chest. As I rubbed myself more and more frantically, he leant forwards adjusting his position until he was perched on the edge of the bench. I could just about make out his features in the station’s lamplight. He was probably early to mid-twenties and quite good looking. He was smiling.
“I think he’s enjoying the show!” Adam whispered excitedly.
“I think so too!” I panted.
“Well, it looks fucking hot from where I’m sitting.” He added gleefully.
I just groaned and carried on fingering my juicy wet mound.
“Do you think he’s hard” Adam asked.
“Mmmm…I hope so” I lbreathed heavily…delighted by the thought of his cock, which in my mind’s eye was massive, throbbing in his pants.
The thrill of performing in front of an audience, albeit an audience of one… well two if you included my boyfriend, was overwhelming. My heart pounded even more rapidly .
The intense pleasure spreading from the tiny erect bud beneath my fingertips, surging through my loins was almost unbearable. My engorged pussy lips throbbed, my hole ached, my body began to tense.
“Shit! there’s a train coming.” Adam gasped.
As exhilarated as I was by being watched from the other side of the platform, being caught with my knickers down, my hairy wet cunt on display for a train-load of people, was something else. I’d probably be charged with indecent exposure for a start! Possibly get my name and photo in the local paper as well. Frantically I pulled my knickers and trousers up, just as the train entered the station. I noticed my audience opposite slump back into his seat with an air of disappointment, as he disappeared from view behind the slowing train.
“I thought it wasn’t due for another 10 minutes” I scowled at my boyfriend, as I stood up.
“Sorry they must have changed the timetable” He replied sheepishly.
We waited for half a dozen or so passengers to alight, then stepped onto the train.
The carriage was empty save for one middle aged man at the far end of the carriage.
“So how long to the next stop” I asked Adam.
“Um, about 7 minutes ….I think” he replied.
“That should be long enough” I grinned slipping my hand back inside my knickers.
God, I was wet! Slippery juices dripping from my, hot, pulsing pussy.
I eased my trousers and knickers down and leant back in the seat thrusting my hips forwards.
Adam stood up and glanced down the virtually empty carriage, to double check no one else was nearby then sat down in the seat opposite. He began to rub himself through his jeans, as my fingers resumed their work, which had been so abruptly suspended by the arrival of the train we were now on.
“Let me see your tits!” He whispered eagerly.
Those were my braless days, so my pert young breasts were easily revealed by simply undoing a few buttons. Adam simultaneously unzipped himself, extracting his cock which was very big and very hard.
As I rubbed my clit and fingered my gaping hole, he wrapped one hand around his meaty shaft, and caressed his shiny engorged tip with the other. He seemed to be stroking himself, in time with the clank of the wheels on the tracks, I too found myself moving my fingers along my slippery slit and in and out of my gaping pink gash, to the same metronomic rhythm. As the train sped up so did we, the rubbing became faster and more intense. I was soon on the brink of an orgasm. I stifled my groans as best I could, not wanting to attract attention from the man down the carriage. Adam began to pant feverishly as the palm of his hand slid briskly up and down his erect penis, precum dribbling from his helmet, greasing his rigid pole.
I began to judder and my body went into spasm, as I was overcome with waves of unrestrained pleasure. As I writhed and convulsed with ecstasy, a fountain of cum spurted from Adams cock. Four or five impressive bursts of sticky, white spunk cascaded into the air, splashing onto the floor in a series of small puddles and spattering the seat between his legs.
“Oh, dear you’ve made quite a mess” I chuckled. As the uncontrolled juddering of my body subsided.
“Um, yeah have you got any tissues? He asked hopefully.
I searched my bag and managed to locate one of those handy little travel packs.
Adam held out his clean hand and took four of the six little paper squares, which weren’t really designed for such a heavy duty mop up operation.
There were just about enough to wipe his other hand , which was dripping with semen and clean up the spillage on the seat. That left me two tiny tissues to soak up some of my pussy juice and wipe some of the gloop clinging to my pubes. I’d also managed to make a creamy mess on the seat. We also did our best to clear some of the puddles of sperm on the floor, but the cum soaked tissues merely spread it around, creating a greasy film. The train pulled into the station just as we completed our futile clean-up attempt.
I felt a tiny bit guilty as we got of the train, knowing some poor cleaner would have the unenviable task of completing the job, but only a tiny bit.
As we walked home, I wondered what the man on the platform opposite was doing now.
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