Crowded Train
It had nearly been an hour now, sat in this infernal cramped and crowded train compartment that was far too warm for the time of year. My laptop was perched on the microscopic fold down table, and I could just about see the text on the screen. Intolerable.
“Excuse me,” said the female voice to the right of me, in the window seat - which was actually the seat I’d booked. I turned to my travel companion, a reasonably attractive woman in her mid thirties, dark skinned - possibly Asian or mixed race. Her round face was slightly flushed, but not too heavily made up with her long dark hair tied back behind her head. She was wearing a ridiculously big coat, and I suspected she was getting my attention to remove it so she didn’t inadvertently elbow me in the face.
“You want to take your coat off? I’m not surprised, it’s very warm in here!” I said.
We both laughed as I stood up, allowing her some moving space. She removed this insanely big coat and I was quite surprised to see that underneath she was wearing a dark green dress over a body that was slightly less overweight than I’d initially thought. She was curvy in all the right places, with a reasonably sized pair of breasts. However, this same dress has ridden quite high up her stockinged thighs, and I couldn’t help but look at her very well-proportioned legs. And it was abundantly obvious that I was looking too.
“You can sit down now,” she said, pulling her dress down slightly.
I smiled apologetically, knowing that she’d seen me admiring her legs. Deciding discretion was the better part of valour, I wordlessly sat down.
For the next ten minutes or so, the train remained stationary - signalling issues or some other excuse. The woman kept adjusting her seating position in these damned uncomfortable train seats and I was doing the same. At one point, her knee touched mine and she apologised. I could see from the corner of my eye that she was looking out of the window now, so I took the briefest peek down towards her legs, and the dress had tantalisingly rode up again slightly. This woman was not my usual type, but those legs were just what I liked. Enough shape and definition but not too flabby. I’d happily spend hours running my hands up and down those sexy stockinged legs while they were wrapped around my waist. My mind wandered, my eyes firmly fixed on her beautiful dark thighs. I imagined what it would be like to be holding them both up in the air while I was gently licking and sucking her pussy. I imagined her pussy wouldn’t be completely devoid of hair, but there would be the faintest strip of dark hair almost pointing down to where the fun part was. I could see myself tonguing her clit before slipping my tongue as far as it would go into her dark pink pussy. At this stage, my cock was beginning to move around in my jeans. Completely forgetting I was on a train with about 70 other people, I brushed my hand across the bulge and it throbbed urgently. At one point, I could see her hands reach down and ease the dress up a bit further, revealing a bit more of the promise that lay within. My hand was rubbing my cock underneath my jeans now, eyes firmly fixed on her legs. Suddenly, I remembered I was on a train and I looked back up at her. She was looking directly at me, a small and knowing smile on her face. I’d been caught. Again! But something about the smile made me think that she was not upset with me about it. She put a finger under the hem of her dress and pulled it up again, biting her bottom lip. She ran her hand slowly down her thigh, looking down at my now rock hard cock under my jeans.
I looked around the carriage to see if anyone was noticing what was going on. Everyone was either fixated on working or was fast asleep.
I looked back at her, and she silently took my right hand and placed it on her thigh. My God, I nearly spunked my boxers there and then! The smooth silky feel of the stocking over the firm leg felt amazing, and I slid my hand up and down her. Her left hand crept towards my jeans, and she placed a finger on my cock, teasing the end ever so slightly. Fuck, this was amazing and so risky at the same time! Smiling vivaciously, she unbuttoned my jeans and before I knew what was happening, my erect cock was standing up in the middle of this packed train! I hurriedly glanced around to see if anyone had noticed, but my fellow companions were blissfully unaware of my cock being out. She wrapped her dark skinned hand around my white cock, I could see her brightly coloured false nails from my side. Slowly and sensually, she began to wank my cock. I was transfixed. She fixed me with a look and then glanced down at my hand that was rested on the top of her thighs. I’d not moved it for a moment or two as I was in a little bit of shock as to how things had suddenly progressed. She raised her eyebrows as if expecting me to know what she was thinking, and with her free hand she hoisted up her dress to the point where I could see her very sexy white laced panties. She pointed down at them, and I moved my hand to touch them. Oh, the cotton of the panties was so very soft but also a little bit damp. She was evidently enjoying this experience. Her hand was still wanking me off, and I just simply didn’t care any more. I slid my hand into the side of her panties and teased her pussy lips with my finger. They were moist now, and she rested her head on the back of the chair, closing her eyes. I moved my hand so all my fingers were pressed on her wet pussy, and I bent my middle finger so it parted her swollen lips. My hand could feel that I had been right about her hair - she indeed had a landing strip, but my middle finger now was inside her, and I dexterously moved it back and forth, making sure to rub her clit in time to her expert wanking of my cock. And there we sat, her hand openly jerking my dick in front of these oblivious morons on the train while my finger was inside her sopping pussy. I could hear her breathing begin to quicken as my teasing of her clit carried on building her arousal. She tightened her grip of my cock and began to speed up her handjob - her hand like a blur. I stretched out my hand so that my thumb and little finger were touching the inside of her thighs, while my forefinger slipped inside her hole with the other one.
“Mmmmmm..” she allowed herself to groan ever-so-quietly, and she instinctively began to move her beautiful hips back and forth, grinding herself on my hand. Even though it looked like her attention was not on me, she continued masturbating me quicker and quicker to the point where I could feel the tension in my balls. In the not-too-distant future, I was going to probably splatter a few days’ worth of cum on the back of the chair in front of me. She was totally lost now, her eyes clamped shut, just sunk into this moment. I don’t think she even knew she was still on the train. I focused my fingering just on her engorged clit now, twiddling it between my fingers, her panties completely saturated with her sticky pussy juice. Suddenly, she stopped wanking me, her whole body tensed and shook. She clamped her mouth on her hand and made a very light squealing noise as she orgasmed heavily. I watched as she tried so hard not to yell out and advertise this encounter to the entire train - if they didn’t already know. Then her breathing began to calm, and she opened her eyes again, her face flushed and her smile wide. Although she’d stopped attending to me, my cock was still hard and glistening in the artificial train carriage light. She looked hungrily down at it, licking her lips. For a moment, I thought she was going to pounce on it with her luscious full lips, but then with a sudden jolt, the train began to move again.
We both jumped in our seats, hurriedly straightening ourselves out, me trying to manhandle my still rigid cock back into my jeans. I ventured a surreptitious look around the compartment to see if anyone had even noticed. Amazingly, I could see that everyone remained quite unaware. I looked back at the woman who smiled at me coquettishly, still breathing heavily. I smiled back.
“Same time tomorrow?” I asked, raising an eyebrow…
“Excuse me,” said the female voice to the right of me, in the window seat - which was actually the seat I’d booked. I turned to my travel companion, a reasonably attractive woman in her mid thirties, dark skinned - possibly Asian or mixed race. Her round face was slightly flushed, but not too heavily made up with her long dark hair tied back behind her head. She was wearing a ridiculously big coat, and I suspected she was getting my attention to remove it so she didn’t inadvertently elbow me in the face.
“You want to take your coat off? I’m not surprised, it’s very warm in here!” I said.
We both laughed as I stood up, allowing her some moving space. She removed this insanely big coat and I was quite surprised to see that underneath she was wearing a dark green dress over a body that was slightly less overweight than I’d initially thought. She was curvy in all the right places, with a reasonably sized pair of breasts. However, this same dress has ridden quite high up her stockinged thighs, and I couldn’t help but look at her very well-proportioned legs. And it was abundantly obvious that I was looking too.
“You can sit down now,” she said, pulling her dress down slightly.
I smiled apologetically, knowing that she’d seen me admiring her legs. Deciding discretion was the better part of valour, I wordlessly sat down.
For the next ten minutes or so, the train remained stationary - signalling issues or some other excuse. The woman kept adjusting her seating position in these damned uncomfortable train seats and I was doing the same. At one point, her knee touched mine and she apologised. I could see from the corner of my eye that she was looking out of the window now, so I took the briefest peek down towards her legs, and the dress had tantalisingly rode up again slightly. This woman was not my usual type, but those legs were just what I liked. Enough shape and definition but not too flabby. I’d happily spend hours running my hands up and down those sexy stockinged legs while they were wrapped around my waist. My mind wandered, my eyes firmly fixed on her beautiful dark thighs. I imagined what it would be like to be holding them both up in the air while I was gently licking and sucking her pussy. I imagined her pussy wouldn’t be completely devoid of hair, but there would be the faintest strip of dark hair almost pointing down to where the fun part was. I could see myself tonguing her clit before slipping my tongue as far as it would go into her dark pink pussy. At this stage, my cock was beginning to move around in my jeans. Completely forgetting I was on a train with about 70 other people, I brushed my hand across the bulge and it throbbed urgently. At one point, I could see her hands reach down and ease the dress up a bit further, revealing a bit more of the promise that lay within. My hand was rubbing my cock underneath my jeans now, eyes firmly fixed on her legs. Suddenly, I remembered I was on a train and I looked back up at her. She was looking directly at me, a small and knowing smile on her face. I’d been caught. Again! But something about the smile made me think that she was not upset with me about it. She put a finger under the hem of her dress and pulled it up again, biting her bottom lip. She ran her hand slowly down her thigh, looking down at my now rock hard cock under my jeans.
I looked around the carriage to see if anyone was noticing what was going on. Everyone was either fixated on working or was fast asleep.
I looked back at her, and she silently took my right hand and placed it on her thigh. My God, I nearly spunked my boxers there and then! The smooth silky feel of the stocking over the firm leg felt amazing, and I slid my hand up and down her. Her left hand crept towards my jeans, and she placed a finger on my cock, teasing the end ever so slightly. Fuck, this was amazing and so risky at the same time! Smiling vivaciously, she unbuttoned my jeans and before I knew what was happening, my erect cock was standing up in the middle of this packed train! I hurriedly glanced around to see if anyone had noticed, but my fellow companions were blissfully unaware of my cock being out. She wrapped her dark skinned hand around my white cock, I could see her brightly coloured false nails from my side. Slowly and sensually, she began to wank my cock. I was transfixed. She fixed me with a look and then glanced down at my hand that was rested on the top of her thighs. I’d not moved it for a moment or two as I was in a little bit of shock as to how things had suddenly progressed. She raised her eyebrows as if expecting me to know what she was thinking, and with her free hand she hoisted up her dress to the point where I could see her very sexy white laced panties. She pointed down at them, and I moved my hand to touch them. Oh, the cotton of the panties was so very soft but also a little bit damp. She was evidently enjoying this experience. Her hand was still wanking me off, and I just simply didn’t care any more. I slid my hand into the side of her panties and teased her pussy lips with my finger. They were moist now, and she rested her head on the back of the chair, closing her eyes. I moved my hand so all my fingers were pressed on her wet pussy, and I bent my middle finger so it parted her swollen lips. My hand could feel that I had been right about her hair - she indeed had a landing strip, but my middle finger now was inside her, and I dexterously moved it back and forth, making sure to rub her clit in time to her expert wanking of my cock. And there we sat, her hand openly jerking my dick in front of these oblivious morons on the train while my finger was inside her sopping pussy. I could hear her breathing begin to quicken as my teasing of her clit carried on building her arousal. She tightened her grip of my cock and began to speed up her handjob - her hand like a blur. I stretched out my hand so that my thumb and little finger were touching the inside of her thighs, while my forefinger slipped inside her hole with the other one.
“Mmmmmm..” she allowed herself to groan ever-so-quietly, and she instinctively began to move her beautiful hips back and forth, grinding herself on my hand. Even though it looked like her attention was not on me, she continued masturbating me quicker and quicker to the point where I could feel the tension in my balls. In the not-too-distant future, I was going to probably splatter a few days’ worth of cum on the back of the chair in front of me. She was totally lost now, her eyes clamped shut, just sunk into this moment. I don’t think she even knew she was still on the train. I focused my fingering just on her engorged clit now, twiddling it between my fingers, her panties completely saturated with her sticky pussy juice. Suddenly, she stopped wanking me, her whole body tensed and shook. She clamped her mouth on her hand and made a very light squealing noise as she orgasmed heavily. I watched as she tried so hard not to yell out and advertise this encounter to the entire train - if they didn’t already know. Then her breathing began to calm, and she opened her eyes again, her face flushed and her smile wide. Although she’d stopped attending to me, my cock was still hard and glistening in the artificial train carriage light. She looked hungrily down at it, licking her lips. For a moment, I thought she was going to pounce on it with her luscious full lips, but then with a sudden jolt, the train began to move again.
We both jumped in our seats, hurriedly straightening ourselves out, me trying to manhandle my still rigid cock back into my jeans. I ventured a surreptitious look around the compartment to see if anyone had even noticed. Amazingly, I could see that everyone remained quite unaware. I looked back at the woman who smiled at me coquettishly, still breathing heavily. I smiled back.
“Same time tomorrow?” I asked, raising an eyebrow…
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