Train Ride
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I boarded the train in the middle of the night, the only person to do so at my stop. The conductor guided me toward what looked like the only empty seat in a carload of sleeping people. The woman in the window seat appeared to be sound asleep, so I tried to be as quiet as possible as I put my suitcase in the overhead rack.
While I was putting my luggage up, I looked around at everyone, especially at the woman who I would be sitting beside for the next 12 hours or more. We were in the last seats in the row, with a pile of overstuffed bags and a wheelchair in the space behind us. There was an extremely elderly couple in front of us, and a heavyset man snoring loudly in the seat across the aisle. My seatmate, in contrast, appeared to be an attractive young professional woman, I guessed in her mid-20s. She was wearing a light colored blouse which showed enough cleavage to make my eyes linger a while on her ample chest. I couldn't tell what else she had on because she had a coat in her lap as a blanket. Her hair was medium length, straight, and looked to be dirty blonde or red in the dim night lighting on the train. I looked closely to see if she showed any signs of being awake, and when she didn't, I took a chance and leaned over, enjoying a long lustful look down her cleavage.
I was wide awake, so rather than sleep I spent the next hour or so just looking around, and especially staring at my seat mate. I undressed her with my eyes, fantasized various things about her, wondered who she was, etc. I couldn't tell if she was married or not, as her hands were under her coat. Slowly, as my eyes became accustomed to the dim light and I got bold enough to stare more openly at her, I became aware that she was not sitting still. There was in fact some movement under her coat, and my dirty mind jumped to the conclusion that she was fingering herself right beside me. I reminded myself that it was ridiculous, of course, but I still enjoyed the thought.
Ridiculous or not, I began to feel a swelling in my jeans which took over my thoughts and made me stare ever more intently at her. I tried to casually rub my bulging crotch, hiding the fact that I really wanted to whip it out and start stroking. At first, I thought it was just my dirty imagination, but I slowly began to notice that her breathing was getting heavier, and the motion in her lap more pronounced. She even slowly spread her legs, pressing one against mine. Was she really masturbating in her sleep? She certainly looked like she was asleep, though her breathing and her heaving chest said she was enjoying herself quite a bit.
I got my answer soon enough. My eyes roved from her lap up to her chest, and after lingering on her exposed flesh and obviously rock-hard nipples, I glanced up at her face to see if she was showing any signs of waking. I jumped and felt my face turn red when I saw her eyes wide open, staring back at me, with a huge smile on her face. I smiled back, and since she didn't stop doing anything else, I took a chance and put a hand on her thigh. She nodded at me. Slipping my hand beneath her coat, I felt her bare thigh, with the hem of a skirt pulled up around her waist. Hearing her barely audible moan, I moved my hand in deeper. Her own hand touched mine, and lifted above her soft warm flesh to make room for mine. The tips of my fingers sensed intense heat, and then felt a dense mound of wiry pubic hair. If she was wearing panties, they were around her ankles.
She parted her legs further, throwing one over mine, and sighed as my fingertips replaced hers in her sopping wet slit. She might have been fingering herself since before I sat down, based on how wet she was. I teased her slit a little, but she reached down and shoved my finger deep into her pussy. Without further hesitation, I fingered her as hard and fast as I could. I could her her breathing heavier, moaning softly, and I watched her reach up and squeeze her breast through the light fabric. She writhed beside me, pushing herself against my hand, and I realized she was fighting to keep an orgasm silent. Her pelvic muscles clenched around my finger, and she bit her lip to keep from screaming.
As soon as she had any control again, she stood up, letting the front of her skirt fall in place of her coat. She stepped over my legs, facing away from me, and obviously making sure I saw her bare ass. The back of her skirt was still up at her waist, and she leaned against me, giving me a perfect view of an absolutely perfect ass. Without saying a word, she put her hand behind her and beckoned for me to follow, after which she let her skirt cover herself and slipped into the handicap unisex bathroom which was at our end of the car. I got up, glanced around to see that everyone else was still asleep, and followed. She had shut the door, but not locked it, so I slid it aside and stepped inside.
She stood there facing me, smiling, and I was finally able to take a good look at her in the light. The ring on her finger said she was married, though she appeared to be travelling alone. She was a little heavier than I had at first guessed, but she carried it extremely well, with perfect curves in all the right places. Her auburn hair had a few blonde streaks in it, and her white blouse was already unbuttoned down to her navel, exposing a lacy white bra which barely covered her nipples and which did nothing to hide her large dark aureolas. As I admired her, I reached behind me and locked the door, then stepped forward. I started to speak, but she put a finger on my lips before I could make a sound. The smell of her pussy was strong on that finger, and I took her hand in mine and sucked her finger clean. She reached down and unzipped my jeans, pushing them and my boxers down over my ass, leaving my cock standing at attention and pointed right at her. She lifted her skirt again, showing me the thick dark bush that I had felt earlier. It was matted and curled, obviously soaked from her orgasm.
In her heels, she was the perfect height to fuck standing up, and she wasted no time. Without a word, she pulled me closer, pressing the head of my shaft against her thick labia, and thrust herself eagerly against me. This woman was like a starving a****l, desperate for the hardest fuck she could get. Lucky for her, I was happy to feed her! I kissed her deeply as my hands found her ass and I began fucking her as hard and fast as I was able. She reached between us and pulled her huge natural tits out of her bra, kissing me back and moving in perfect unison with me, our bodies slapping loudly against each other with every thrust.
I have felt a variety of pussies on my cock before, some tight, some loose, some wetter than others. I've had excellent lovers and terrible ones, young and old. But there was something about this woman that put ALL of them to shame. She was so wet she was literally dripping off my balls as we fucked, and so tight that I could feel every fold of flesh inside her with every penetration. She moved with the perfect combination of poise, grace, and violent a****l lust, and her perky young tits bounced between us beautifully. Even her kisses tasted sweeter than I can remember another woman's tasting.
In other circumstances, I would marry this woman and make love to her for hours on end every night, if she'd let me. There, in the bathroom of a swaying train in the middle of the night, trying to be silent, we two strangers were unable to hold back, and both of us came again in only a few minutes. I felt hers building, heard her breathing harder. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, the first words I'd heard her speak. Between moans and grunts, she said "Jesus FUCKING Christ, I need your cum in me! Right here, right now, blow that load deep in my cunt, baby!" Her voice, as sweet and seductive as the rest of her, and the words she said set me over the edge. With a series of stifled grunts, I rammed my cock hard and deep into her and came, spurt after hot, thick spurt.
We lingered for a few seconds afterward, then slowly pulled apart. She sat on the toilet and squirted my cum from her freshly fucked cunt, smiling as I stared at her glorious creampie. Then she squatted in front of me, swallowed my cock to the hilt, and pulled my pants back up. She pulled her lips from my shaft just before she tucked me back into my jeans, and then turned to arranger herself in the mirror as I buttoned them. Turning back to me, she put her hand on my crotch, kissed me tenderly, and whispered "Thank you, stranger. I'll never forget you." I started to answer, but she put her fingertip to my lips again, unlocked the door, and went back and sat down.
I sat beside her, and we finished the rest of the trip in silence, pretending not to know each other at all. As we approached my stop, She excused herself and stood up. I was shocked when she leaned over the overweight man beside me, kissed him, and said "Wake up, honey. It's time to get off." The three of us stood in line, him in front, her between, me behind, as the train eased to a stop. She glanced over her shoulder at me and winked, and then we stepped off the train and left the station.
While I was putting my luggage up, I looked around at everyone, especially at the woman who I would be sitting beside for the next 12 hours or more. We were in the last seats in the row, with a pile of overstuffed bags and a wheelchair in the space behind us. There was an extremely elderly couple in front of us, and a heavyset man snoring loudly in the seat across the aisle. My seatmate, in contrast, appeared to be an attractive young professional woman, I guessed in her mid-20s. She was wearing a light colored blouse which showed enough cleavage to make my eyes linger a while on her ample chest. I couldn't tell what else she had on because she had a coat in her lap as a blanket. Her hair was medium length, straight, and looked to be dirty blonde or red in the dim night lighting on the train. I looked closely to see if she showed any signs of being awake, and when she didn't, I took a chance and leaned over, enjoying a long lustful look down her cleavage.
I was wide awake, so rather than sleep I spent the next hour or so just looking around, and especially staring at my seat mate. I undressed her with my eyes, fantasized various things about her, wondered who she was, etc. I couldn't tell if she was married or not, as her hands were under her coat. Slowly, as my eyes became accustomed to the dim light and I got bold enough to stare more openly at her, I became aware that she was not sitting still. There was in fact some movement under her coat, and my dirty mind jumped to the conclusion that she was fingering herself right beside me. I reminded myself that it was ridiculous, of course, but I still enjoyed the thought.
Ridiculous or not, I began to feel a swelling in my jeans which took over my thoughts and made me stare ever more intently at her. I tried to casually rub my bulging crotch, hiding the fact that I really wanted to whip it out and start stroking. At first, I thought it was just my dirty imagination, but I slowly began to notice that her breathing was getting heavier, and the motion in her lap more pronounced. She even slowly spread her legs, pressing one against mine. Was she really masturbating in her sleep? She certainly looked like she was asleep, though her breathing and her heaving chest said she was enjoying herself quite a bit.
I got my answer soon enough. My eyes roved from her lap up to her chest, and after lingering on her exposed flesh and obviously rock-hard nipples, I glanced up at her face to see if she was showing any signs of waking. I jumped and felt my face turn red when I saw her eyes wide open, staring back at me, with a huge smile on her face. I smiled back, and since she didn't stop doing anything else, I took a chance and put a hand on her thigh. She nodded at me. Slipping my hand beneath her coat, I felt her bare thigh, with the hem of a skirt pulled up around her waist. Hearing her barely audible moan, I moved my hand in deeper. Her own hand touched mine, and lifted above her soft warm flesh to make room for mine. The tips of my fingers sensed intense heat, and then felt a dense mound of wiry pubic hair. If she was wearing panties, they were around her ankles.
She parted her legs further, throwing one over mine, and sighed as my fingertips replaced hers in her sopping wet slit. She might have been fingering herself since before I sat down, based on how wet she was. I teased her slit a little, but she reached down and shoved my finger deep into her pussy. Without further hesitation, I fingered her as hard and fast as I could. I could her her breathing heavier, moaning softly, and I watched her reach up and squeeze her breast through the light fabric. She writhed beside me, pushing herself against my hand, and I realized she was fighting to keep an orgasm silent. Her pelvic muscles clenched around my finger, and she bit her lip to keep from screaming.
As soon as she had any control again, she stood up, letting the front of her skirt fall in place of her coat. She stepped over my legs, facing away from me, and obviously making sure I saw her bare ass. The back of her skirt was still up at her waist, and she leaned against me, giving me a perfect view of an absolutely perfect ass. Without saying a word, she put her hand behind her and beckoned for me to follow, after which she let her skirt cover herself and slipped into the handicap unisex bathroom which was at our end of the car. I got up, glanced around to see that everyone else was still asleep, and followed. She had shut the door, but not locked it, so I slid it aside and stepped inside.
She stood there facing me, smiling, and I was finally able to take a good look at her in the light. The ring on her finger said she was married, though she appeared to be travelling alone. She was a little heavier than I had at first guessed, but she carried it extremely well, with perfect curves in all the right places. Her auburn hair had a few blonde streaks in it, and her white blouse was already unbuttoned down to her navel, exposing a lacy white bra which barely covered her nipples and which did nothing to hide her large dark aureolas. As I admired her, I reached behind me and locked the door, then stepped forward. I started to speak, but she put a finger on my lips before I could make a sound. The smell of her pussy was strong on that finger, and I took her hand in mine and sucked her finger clean. She reached down and unzipped my jeans, pushing them and my boxers down over my ass, leaving my cock standing at attention and pointed right at her. She lifted her skirt again, showing me the thick dark bush that I had felt earlier. It was matted and curled, obviously soaked from her orgasm.
In her heels, she was the perfect height to fuck standing up, and she wasted no time. Without a word, she pulled me closer, pressing the head of my shaft against her thick labia, and thrust herself eagerly against me. This woman was like a starving a****l, desperate for the hardest fuck she could get. Lucky for her, I was happy to feed her! I kissed her deeply as my hands found her ass and I began fucking her as hard and fast as I was able. She reached between us and pulled her huge natural tits out of her bra, kissing me back and moving in perfect unison with me, our bodies slapping loudly against each other with every thrust.
I have felt a variety of pussies on my cock before, some tight, some loose, some wetter than others. I've had excellent lovers and terrible ones, young and old. But there was something about this woman that put ALL of them to shame. She was so wet she was literally dripping off my balls as we fucked, and so tight that I could feel every fold of flesh inside her with every penetration. She moved with the perfect combination of poise, grace, and violent a****l lust, and her perky young tits bounced between us beautifully. Even her kisses tasted sweeter than I can remember another woman's tasting.
In other circumstances, I would marry this woman and make love to her for hours on end every night, if she'd let me. There, in the bathroom of a swaying train in the middle of the night, trying to be silent, we two strangers were unable to hold back, and both of us came again in only a few minutes. I felt hers building, heard her breathing harder. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, the first words I'd heard her speak. Between moans and grunts, she said "Jesus FUCKING Christ, I need your cum in me! Right here, right now, blow that load deep in my cunt, baby!" Her voice, as sweet and seductive as the rest of her, and the words she said set me over the edge. With a series of stifled grunts, I rammed my cock hard and deep into her and came, spurt after hot, thick spurt.
We lingered for a few seconds afterward, then slowly pulled apart. She sat on the toilet and squirted my cum from her freshly fucked cunt, smiling as I stared at her glorious creampie. Then she squatted in front of me, swallowed my cock to the hilt, and pulled my pants back up. She pulled her lips from my shaft just before she tucked me back into my jeans, and then turned to arranger herself in the mirror as I buttoned them. Turning back to me, she put her hand on my crotch, kissed me tenderly, and whispered "Thank you, stranger. I'll never forget you." I started to answer, but she put her fingertip to my lips again, unlocked the door, and went back and sat down.
I sat beside her, and we finished the rest of the trip in silence, pretending not to know each other at all. As we approached my stop, She excused herself and stood up. I was shocked when she leaned over the overweight man beside me, kissed him, and said "Wake up, honey. It's time to get off." The three of us stood in line, him in front, her between, me behind, as the train eased to a stop. She glanced over her shoulder at me and winked, and then we stepped off the train and left the station.
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