1 comments/ 15842 views/ 3 favorites Train Ride By: kara24 We stand together on the platform, holding hands. Watching for the train. It's exciting. We never spent a night together before. I'm looking forward to spending more time with you. You make me laugh, and we talk so easily. I'm looking forward to holding you in the night. To seeing what you look like asleep. To watching you wake. You are special to me. The train rumbles in, and we step back slightly until it comes to a stop. Then climb the step onto the train, grabbing our bags as we go. You lead me along a corridor, and open the door to a compartment. I didn't know there were trains like this any more! We go inside, and sit opposite each other, by the window. You hold my hand and pull me close. We kiss, long and slow, I love your kisses. I'm lost in your kiss, drifting, when I'm pulled back to reality by the opening of the door. We pull apart as a middle-aged couple enter, and stare for a moment. They don't speak; just sit, like us opposite each other. Shame, it would have been nice to be alone with you in here. The man leans back and stretches his legs, which seems to instantly annoy the woman who gives him a hard stare, and tuts loudly. He scowls at her, and doesn't move. You catch my eye, and I turn my face to hide my smile. She grabs a paper from his bag, and starts to read. They have obviously been rowing. I can feel the tension between them. The train pulls slowly away from the platform, and I lean back, relaxing, this will be a long trip. The train falls into its gentle rocking rhythm, and I can feel my eyes closing. I open one eye to take a look at you, those deep green eyes I love. I grin when I see you, because you are staring straight up my skirt. Out of sheer devilment I let my knees fall a little wider. You beckon me, and I sit up, and lean forward, you lean towards my ear. "Go to the toilet and take your knickers off kara." You whisper. I smile, that's OK with me. I know the air will feel good against my bare pussy. I mentally plan that when I come back I will let my legs fall open again for you to see. I stand and leave the compartment, taking my shoulder bag. I walk along the swaying corridor, and lock the toilet door behind me. I quickly step out of my knickers, and ball them up in my hand. Shove them into a corner of my bag, and let myself out again. As I re enter the compartment, you are looking at me. I move towards you, but your voice makes me freeze to the spot. "Hand me your knickers please kara," loud and clear. My face turns scarlet, and I stare in disbelief. No! You wouldn't do this to me! Not in front of these other people. I can't move. You hold out your hand and look at me expectantly. The man and woman look up at me and I shuffle from foot to foot uncomfortably. You are enjoying it, I know. You love to wrong foot me. I should have known. The woman looks disgusted and the man is leering at me. Slowly, I reach into my bag and remove the balled up knickers. I reach past the man and woman, and place them into your outstretched hand; your fingers curl around them. You dont take your eyes away from mine for a second, my stomach is turning over and over. I quickly move back into my seat. Passing the man I keep my face down. Now he knows I am bare under my skirt. How could you do this? I drop into my seat, blushing fiercely. "kara?" I look up at you "Did I tell you, you could sit?" "No." I mumble "No what?" you ask pleasantly. My mouth hangs open, not here! Not now! But you look as if you expect an answer. "No Sir," I almost whisper "Better, but you can be sure to expect punishment later for not waiting for permission. And PLEASE stop looking away when I'm talking to you, do you want me to put you over my knee right now?" Oh My God, I groan inwardly, but raise my face to yours. I have never been so ashamed in my life. The man is now openly grinning at me, enjoying this no end. You gaze into my eyes, and I actually think for that moment that you will do exactly that, put me over your knee in front of them. My eyes are locked on yours, and I shift awkwardly in my seat. A gesture you spot immediately, and you smile. You know why without asking. No longer shame, now Im uncomfortable because my cunt is dripping wet. I don't know if the man next to you understands this, but soon he will be able to smell me. This only adds to my confusion. My stomach is churning. I feel a hot, weight between my legs that I know will not go. "Thank you kara." You say, and put the knickers in your pocket. I breathe a sigh of relief, I think that it is over, for now. You cast a sideways glance at the woman and then smile at me again. We ride for some time in silence, before the couple decide they are hungry and stashing their bags under the seat, make their way to get some food. As they leave the room, I am about to raise my complaint for the earlier treatment, when you silence me with a finger on my lips. Your hands move between my tightly closed knees, and gently, push them apart. One slow, careful hand makes its way up my thigh, until it finds my soft, wet, pussy at the top. Pushing slowly, one finger delves inside, exploring the wetness it finds there. An involuntary groan escapes my lips. "kara, you dirty little slut, what's this?" You bring your finger out, covered with my juices. Holding it to my lips I start to lick and suck, tasting my own wetness. "Seems you like me to humiliate you kara, is that right?" "No!" I reply, desperate in case you have some other devious plan in mind. "Well, your cunt seems to say different, sweetie." As your finger plays with my clit, I find it hard to argue. I simply rest back and allow your clever fingers to explore as they wish. In moments I am breathing hard, and writhing against your hand. You pat your knee and I get up. Unzipping your jeans with one hand, you guide me onto your lap with the other. I sink slowly onto your now huge cock. Slowly, down, feeling you sliding all the way into me. So big, you feel so good inside me. I rock gently against you, pleasure rolling over us in waves, rocking with the train. Calm and slow, enjoying each other. The door! My head snaps us as I hear the door open, and Oh GOD! What do I do? Stay? Move? My mind whirls. I look at you, what do we do? will be continued...! Train Ride Has anyone taken a night train following a major event in an Asian country? I have. If you think trains are crowded during peak hours in New York, you must experience riding trains in Asian countries. Then you may ask what is common between a crowded train in Asia and a can of sardine. The idea to see the festival was planted in our minds by George, who was our bartender at the hotel. He stated that the Kandy parade was a once in lifetime experience, two days before we were to head back to Oslo. After hearing what we were about to miss, we made plans to hit the road next morning to see the parade before we retired to our rooms that night. Roger, my sister's fiancé opted to stay behind, as he was somewhat under the weather, but my girlfriend Edna and my sister Laura joined me for the journey. The parade was fabulous, the weather was fair and the food was great. However, our only problem was getting back to Colombo to collect our belongings and making it to the airport following night as we had a night flight to London and a connecting flight to Oslo from there. I became worried when I couldn't secure first or second-class reserved seats on the night train that was to depart at 1.00 am, but the girls agreed to try the coach with the local passengers, even though that somewhat scared me having heard about pick pocketing and other crimes on crowded trains. Unfortunately I did not have other options, but to ride the train with two beautiful girls, therefore soon after the parade, we rushed to the train station with thousands of other people who had the same thought. Our short walk to the train station started with bunch of small groups rushing in that direction later became like a many small streams joining a one big river. Then we were carried by a wave of people and I wasn't sure if my feet ever touched the ground till we got to the train platform. As we stood there waiting for the train, I expected a long train with many compartments to carry the masses that waited for it, but to my utter surprise, a train with three compartments approached the station. As it slowly approached the station, many started to hop-on to claim seats for themselves; their friends and family. Suddenly when the train came to a stop, We were pushed and shoved right inside a compartment and we floated as the flood of crowed made us finally land at the end of the compartment, nowhere else to go. I found Edna facing right and holding to a headrest of seat, I was with my back against the back of the compartment and Laura was in left front of me, partially leaning against my body while the rest of her body was on a tall oriental girl. I remembered seeing her with few others at the train station, dressed in a short red color dress. Even though her beauty drew my eyes few times, I thought she had bit more makeup on for my taste, but I know I would not chase her out of my bed. I was pleased to have good-looking girls putting their weights on me over a rough local man. The girl was taller for an oriental girl. Even though she didn't have much on her chest, she looked fairly good-looking. Once she became crammed into the back of the train, she yelled in a foreign tongue, which I assumed was one of the eastern European languages to get the attention of others who were in her party, but they were helplessly crammed as well in the train compartment designed for about 50 people to stand, but now packed with nearly five hundred, if not more. She turned her head towards me and said something in her language that I didn't understand and then smiled. I returned a friendly smile as the train pulled off the station. Then it became evident that this train had more than one problem. Cabin lights started dim, shutoff and then came back on, as the train started to make its way down the mountainous path. Irritated by the cabin lights or wanting to rest, several guys went on to cover lights near them with whatever that they had at their disposal and others soon followed, making the entire compartment dark. The light that emitted through the materials was not enough to brighten the cabin, but no one complained or was too tired to try. Then the singing began from a party at the front, while others tried to find comfort in whatever the position that they were in and catch a catnap. Few minutes later at the next train station, we had more passengers getting on, but I didn't notice anyone getting off the train. The train continued its journey in its hurky-jerky motion again, while we tried to find comfort attached someone else's body from each direction. My attempts to readjust my position was prevented the women who sat by me with a tall wicker baskets on their lap, and therefore I had to endure the pain of bouncing bodies with the oriental cutie who stood next to me. The only other comfort that I had left was still being able to put weight on one leg or standing on my heels and toes as all of the other passengers. The next stop came few minutes later and again no one got off the train, but few managed to squeeze in. The conductor announced the next stop would come in forty-five minutes and someone translated that for us in English. We continued down to the low land again in the crowded dark train compartment. I noticed Edna finding little room to comfort her fold her arms and rest her head on a backrest of a seat. By doing so, she bent her back making the area cram more for me and causing me to lean more towards the opposite side. The oriental girl did not resist my movement; instead, our bodies came so close that fine needle wouldn't drop between our bodies. Few minutes later, I felt some movement over my crouch and did not bother to investigate as I was already getting similar unintentional rubs and hits from others. Then when I felt someone intentionally trying to squeeze my dick over my shorts, I looked at Edna who had dozed off. And my sister who was in front of me, I knew wouldn't dare doing a thing like that, even though she could have moved her hand behind her back to do so. Then when I looked at this oriental girl, she turned her head to me and smiled, as to acknowledge her action. I thought "Holy shit, what the hell this girl is trying to when I am with my girlfriend and sister", but I did not resist nor corporate. The caresses continued and my dick started to respond even in this crowded and hot train. The oriental beauty moved her hips sideways to insert a leg between Laura and me and kept squeezing and massaging over the fabric of my shorts as my dick kept growing. Not wanting to be left out of the action, I decided to lower my left arm down her back and let it wonder around her firm round ass. I was sure glad that she had a thin dress on and the baskets on laps of women next to her provided a perfect cover for my hand. I was almost to the full length when I felt her trying to unzip. She fought the zipper with one hand and I knew she was having difficulty opening it. Knowing I experience a strange adventure and the thought of it alone that excited me. I took my hand from my sister Laura's shoulder where it was resting and unzipped my shorts as the girl quickly adjusted her body in such way that she could access my dick and sent her fingers inside the crouch grabbing my member over the garment of my boxes. It didn't take her long to unbutton my boxes and bring my dick out to feel the dampness of the air outside. After that she turned her back to me and continued to hold my dick with her right as she massaged my dick-head with her thumb. I myself had enough to explore. I not only massaged her firm ass, I proceeded to pull her underwear down from the back, exposing her porcelain ass cheeks. They weren't fat and bouncy. They were firm, yet soft with wrapped in extremely soft skin. I looked around see if anyone was noticing our little play, but to my relief Edna was still dozing on her side and my sister's head was resting on an older guy who stood next to her with her back somewhat on the oriental's girls body. I inserted my fingers inside her panty from the side, pulling it lower as well. At that time, the girl placed her hand on mine and squeezed it and guided it inside, while she herself dropped her panties lower. Her hand was moist and covered with a slippery substance. I wasn't sure whether that was my pre-cum, but I knew she held my dick only with her right hand and was still holding it when she touched my hand. I lowered my hand down her clean shaven pubic area and then instead of finding a wet opening, I ran into a stiff resistance. It was stiff and it was another cock. WOW! All along I thought that I got lucky with a beautiful girl, but I was shocked to find a dick attached to her body, that was hard as a rock and pointing upward and pulsing. He or She didn't look back, instead the person adjusted self and released my cock between person's legs, causing it to bounce up and down and settled between thighs. I was helpless and speechless. I always wanted to fuck a girl in the ass, but I had no desire to fuck this unknown Stanger. But my dick was so hard and I knew it wasn't about to shrink without shooting a load. Whatever is said and done person's thighs were smooth and silky and before I knew it, the person closed the gap between them, sandwiching my dick in between and swung person's hips back and forth without giving me a choice. However much I didn't want to do it, I began to enjoy the action. You may think I am gay, but I know I had never thought of having sex with another man. Under normal circumstances, I would have shot my load, but in this occasion it did not and stayed on enjoying soft thigh's and the movements of the train. Then suddenly, this person increased the speed of motion for minute or so then stopped, abruptly. Then parted his thighs to let go of my dick, but it sprung in between and pocked him in his ass. Under normal circumstances, I would have shot my load, but in this occasion it did not and stayed on enjoying soft thigh's and the movements of the train. Then suddenly, this person increased the speed of motion for minute or so then stopped, abruptly. Then parted his thighs to let go of my dick, but it sprung in between and pocked him in his ass. In a way I was glad that he stopped. I thought my dick would get soft soon and then I could tack it inside the confinement of my pants. In its current state, it would not go in without me dropping my pants down completely and I had no plans of getting unwanted inviting attention. Then he moved sideways, grabbed my dick again and jerked it few times. As he turned, I noticed my sister Laura's body moving backwards, since she had her weight on him. Then in a swift movement, he pulled me forward by my dick making me bear the weight of Laura's body, then pointed my dick down and then let it go. I instantly realized my dick was now between Laura's thighs and this oriental had the hem of Laura's dress up around her ass. Soon thereafter I felt warm thick juice that dripped from her pussy that went on to lubricate my dick. I wasn't sure if Laura was aroused or this person had just fucked her or both. Then at the next curve the train negotiated, brought Laura closer to me and my dick covered the valley of her pussy making me sweat and giving my dick a new sense of urgency. Second later I felt a caress on the underside of my shaft making me think someone was still fingering Laura and the same time extending the hand to touch my shaft. I was somewhat surprised but, wasn't stunned. Laura was tomboyish when she was young and was wiled before she met Roger. At times I suspected she was either a lesbian or bi-sexual. I had no idea how she acted normal up to that point when a stranger fingered her and most likely fucked her. Then again, I was in the same boat with her, but now I had my cock between her slippery thighs, navigating the length of her pussy valley while a stranger continued to rub her clit and massage my dick. Thinking about it made me hot and wanted to shoot my load, but knowing the wet cunt I was enjoying belongs to my sister, I just stood there not knowing how to proceed. Second later, I felt the hand that rubbed my cock guiding its head towards my sisters slippery hole, and I involuntary cooperated by lowering my hips and sending my dick-head inside Laura's warm and wet pussy. I almost came then. The warmness of Laura's pussy, excitement of the hand that still caressed the under side of my shaft and wickedness of having my cock-head inside my sisters very wet and silky pussy hole had my cock ready to shoot. I no longer cared about anything but to send the rest of my length inside my sister's hole and to shoot as soon as possible as my dick had suffered for some time without any relief. I lowered my hips little more for leverage and trusted almost the entire length inside sending shrives through my entire body next. For my utter surprise, Laura wiggled her hips and tightened her thighs giving me tremendous pleasure and bringing me ever so close to my pinnacle. Laura slowly rocked me, grinded me, with a rolling rhythm as the train kept moving. The hand that rubbed my cock appeared to be playing with Laura's sensitive clit. Then I felt Laura's cunt tightening more around my cock and sudden collapse of her body over mine while shivering her body. No sooner she stopped wiggling her ass; I shot my load deep in her and held on to her shoulder to keep my balance. I must have cum in buckets inside of her as I felt warm cum further lubricating her hole and dripping along my still hard pole. I looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to what just took place and was relieved to find that none was awake or able to see our action. I continued sliding my cock up and down Laura's cunt as it remained hard. Laura rested her head on my shoulder and rode my dick slowly but steadily. Then when her elbow stated to rub my side, I noticed that she was not only allowing me to fuck her, she was busy massaging oriental girl/boy's dick, keeping him engaged in the action that for some reason excited me even more. I no longer had anything to conceal from Laura, as she was well aware that I had once cum inside of her and still had my dick buried deep inside of her as I kept riding her cunt. I drove my dick in and out of my sister's cunt as fast as I can without attracting any obvious moves to attract attention as I wanted to cum one more time before the sunrise. Within few moments, I felt Laura's pussy tightening again around my cock and she arched her back to give me better access to pump her cunt as I wished. I withdrew much as possible and started to thrust her hard sending her over the edge once again. I shot my load immediately after her climax and leaned on the back of the train compartment to support my weight. The oriental girl/boy gave a big smile and forced his thin body between me and Laura. I knew it was time to tuck my limp dick in my shorts and watch the oriental girl/boy banging Laura. Minute later, I reached from side and massaged Laura's clit as I felt that I owed them a favor. My sister turned her head back and smiled. Train Ride On our way home from the beach, the train's bouncing and clattering had sent me into a stupor. It had been a hot, hot day. That heat and the blustery seaside air made keeping my eyes open just too much effort. With my head on my husband's shoulder I was just too cosy to resist closing my eyes. When my husband first muttered softly into my ear I hadn't heard the words, sleepily I nestled deeper into him hoping he wouldn't disturb me further. His fingers dug into my knee, not hard but firm. "He's watching you." He whispered and I recognised that he was repeating himself. I stiffened, my head jerking upright though it felt lined with lead. My husband shushed me and elbowed me gently back against the seat. "He's watching you. Do you want to see what he might do?" There was an excitement in his voice that I instantly recognised. My body reacted with anticipation laced with unease. I liked to play his games, loved to arouse him, but just sometimes I wasn't convinced at his methods. Very cautiously I let my eyelids flutter, like I was drifting back to sleep and not paying attention at all. Two rows down from us sat a man. He wasn't a hunk. Forty to fifty with the hair and face of a man that age. Unremarkable. But he was watching me. Intently. There was a table blocking my view so I couldn't see what his hands were doing without leaning down and staring. But they were under the table and seemed to be moving. My mouth went dry. It wasn't every day you caught someone potentially wanking in public. Had I been alone then I would probably have moved carriage but my husband was stroking my leg and keeping me in place. I let my eyes close fully lest the watcher think I was having some kind of fit. My husband fidgeted in his seat beside me. I let my head lean against the edge of the window, if he wanted me to pretend to be asleep then I could do that. My body warmed at the idea of replaying this moment in bed when we got home. I may not be wholly comfortable with exhibitionism but there were great rewards to be had for indulging my husband's fancies. Thinking of later when were properly alone stirred me in a delightful way, my nipples peaked, they hardened and tightened against the soft fabric of my shirt, inside my panties I grew moist and warm. Beside me my husband made a soft sound that said he was aware of some of these details at least. The front of my shirt twitched against my skin and I had to fight not to smile. He was checking out my breasts. Honestly if this had been in the daytime with people around then I might have slapped him for the display. Might. He leaned against me and murmured into my ear. "I could go to the bathroom, see what he does." I blinked my surprise. Thinking about it was one thing, allowing it to happen was something else. "What if he tries to strangle me?" I hissed. "With a hard on like he has? He couldn't keep his hands steady to do any damage." He coughed to cover his laughter then cleared his throat. "I can stay if you don't want to do it." He genuinely meant it. I knew that. We'd been together long enough to know when the other person wasn't entirely truthful. He could stay; we would probably still have fabulous sex discussing the man who watched me whilst wanking. We'd done similar before. My body was warm and toasty from waking; I was relaxed to almost bonelessness. I was tingling with anticipation of the sex to follow. I wasn't thinking of the man watching me, I was thinking of my husband enjoying watching the man watching me. I checked the length of journey left and then agreed to let him go. The absence of his body from beside me was instantly cooling. Both physically and mentally. It took a couple of minutes of me breathing slowly to calm my jumping pulse. It seemed like hours before anything happened. I was almost at the point of opening my eyes to see if the man had moved away when the front of my shirt tugged away from my skin. Just gently. It peeled away from my skin in a similar way to what my husband had done to check out my hardened nipples. Nerves made me want to lick my lips, to swallow the hard edge of doubt that stuck in my throat. A soft male moan held me still. My shirt was pulled a little more firmly definitely exposing my unfettered breasts. Cool air pinched my nipples to a painful hardness. I concentrated on simply staying still. Forcing my breath to stay slow and regular. Caught between wanting the man to go away and wanting to be able to tell my husband that he went further still. Something brushed against the very tip of my nipple. I gasped in shock. My shirt was dropped back into place. Hurriedly I nestled back against the seat as though dreaming. He must have believed me because I heard the soft snick-snick of a cock being stroked. My shirt was lifted away from my skin. This time a hand cupped the underside of my breast. His hand was cool. His palm rough. The sensation so shocking that for a moment I couldn't breathe. A strange man was touching me. Again I heard the slick click of him stroking his cock. It stopped. Everything went quiet. I thought he had gone away. Gradually my heart rate slowed to almost normal. Then my shirt snagged once more. Gently but insistently. I considered moving. Making him think I was waking. But I didn't. I thought instead of how much my husband would love my daring if I just stayed still to see what would happen. So I did The tugging was his fingers opening the buttons on my shirt. They must have been shaking badly because it seemed to take forever. When the fabric stopped moving finally I felt cool air against the whole of my chest. Then it tugged some more and my other breast was fully exposed to him. Not just him but to the whole carriage. I tried to remember if there was CCTV in this train. I had no idea. My leg began to ache from keeping still so long. It ached to the point of tears but I stayed where I was letting this man stare down at my now exposed tits. His rough hand slid across one then the other. The click-click of his wanking got faster. My leg started to tremble. A thumb and finger pressed around my hardened nipple. Very slowly they clamped down tighter and tighter. Not painfully just impossible to ignore. My pants were starting to soak through and I shivered. Using the movement to ease the ache in my leg I shifted in my seat. The finger and thumb released me but I could feel the edge of his palm still brushing my skin. Panic flared inside me. This was too much. I couldn't pretend to be sleeping with this man tugging so definitely at my body. And my body was responding. As much as I told myself it was the idea of being touched by a stranger, that this was to turn on my husband and nothing more, there was no denying that I was responding to this. My body was enjoying being stroked and pinched by this stranger. That was a shocking thought. I'd enjoyed discussing the scenario with my partner before, we'd had a lot of very good sex after such a conversation but that had been imagined and this was real. It was maybe not an unremarkable discovery to make as a stranger wanked over my naked breasts in an empty train carriage but it was fairly surprising to me. As he stood stock still, probably waiting to discern if I was in danger of waking, I shifted in my seat. Hopefully I was emulating a sleeping woman fidgeting, I slid my foot outwards praying that I wouldn't bump against him whilst doing so. I was hot and achy with need. I sort of wanted my husband to come back and put an end to this. I ended up with my knees apart and could almost have sighed with pleasure that the pain in my leg finally ceased. The man must have taken encouragement from that. Far from scaring him away my restlessness seemed to have inflamed him. I so wanted to open my eyes. There was no way of knowing what he was doing. That question was answered quickly. Something tickled against my leg. I felt the brush of his clothes against my bare knee. Tensing for anything now I waited, trying hard not to hold my breath and give myself away. The tickling sensation grew stronger. That was when I understood that he was lifting my skirt. Holy shit. He was going to try and fuck me in my sleep! Air caressed my thighs. I considered sitting upright and screaming. It was highly likely that he'd run away. The knowledge that if was to do that then my husband would probably come running and feign the outrage to chase him off. Thinking of him made me suddenly worry that I might have gone too far for his imagined fantasy. What if he got pissed off that I'd let the man touch me like this? I considered the thought and dismissed it. Verbally his fantasies were far more liberal. But that was when they were fantasies. This was real. It didn't take much thought to realise that my husband was likely to cum in his pants at the thought of this. He loved a good stranger fantasy. With my marriage in tact, mentally at least, I decided to stay still. It wasn't as easy as it should have been. My wet pussy was tingling with arousal and I wanted to squirm against the rough fabric of the seat. A sound jerked me alert once more. I tried to think what it might be. I heard the shudder of the man's breath above my head. My skirt settled high above my hips. Again. Click whir. It was the recorded sound of a camera. He was taking pictures of me on his phone. Cheeky bastard. His breath shuddered more loudly. The click-click of his cock began to speed up seriously. There was a tug at the edge of my panties and I almost groaned. I was really going to fuck this up if I came on his hand. My mind was wondering if he'd done this before. Surely to be this confident he must have had practice. Had those other women enjoyed his secret touch? Had they gone home to fuck their husbands with renewed vigour? I'd worried that he would stroke me to orgasm. I needn't. His finger was thick and rough but it dipped between my moist lips so gently that I almost wouldn't have known it was there. Very carefully he manoeuvred his way inside my body without stroking the sensitive walls. I was almost disappointed. My body aching painfully with the need fuck now. His breathing was a constant shiver above my head now. I could feel the warmth of his body across my skin. My breasts exposed to his gaze, the motion of the train making them jiggle erratically. His finger stirred around my pussy twice and then withdrew. I was frustratingly relieved. I heard him take a deep sniff and give a low groan at the scent. Then he cupped my right breast lightly, weighing it almost. As his fingers slid away I felt a trail of wetness left behind. He'd wiped my own wetness on me. Before I could process this information something nudged my left breast. It felt like he'd poked me. Well he had but not with his finger. I couldn't help it I held my breath. He was wanking his cock against my tit. The mushroomed tip of his cock rubbing against my tight nipple. His breathing stopped but the insistent nudging didn't. Moisture grew in that spot as his pre-cum greased my skin. I could imagine the fine tether of viscous fluid between my nipple and his cock. Shit, he was going to cum on my tits. The man hissed. It was a secretly triumphant sound. Warmth spread from my nipple out wards. Oh my god, he'd just cum over me. My husband was never going to believe this. Again there was a click whir of his phone taking a picture. I hoped it wouldn't show the blush on my cheeks. The tannoy buzzed and crackled into life announcing our arrival at the next station. The noise alone made me jump. My eyes snapped open and I was alone. From deeper in the carriage I heard the slam of the door and I sighed my relief. Looking down at my body I was a mess. My shirt buttons open to the last two, my breasts spilling out from the fabric. A pool of colourless liquid covered one breast and soaked away into the edges of my shirt, my skirt flipped up across my stomach to show the askew line of my underwear. The train shuddered and squeaked. Slowing for the station. I caught the two edges of my shirt together holding them away from my skin so as not to get it any wetter than it was. As the train stopped at the platform I wished with all my heart that nobody would get onto my carriage. Still trying to process what had happened I glanced about for my husband. The carriage door opened and then banged shut. A newcomer nodded to me before sitting down next to the door. Another door opened and finally my husband appeared. He was bright eyed but trying to form a sheepish expression as he approached. His eyes darted from the shirt clutched in my fist and my eyes and then back again. "Well?" He asked excitedly. I poked my finger into his chest as he sat down next to me. "He took my picture," I hissed at him. He licked his lip and tried to choose the appropriate expression. It was no good I knew he was excited. I shook my head at him, feigning impatience but already smiling. As the train started up I glanced outside to see if my mystery man was still watching. There was nobody on the platform as the train pulled away. Only when we the windows were dark once more and only the night peeked into the carriage window did I release my grip on my shirt. I leaned back against my seat and peeled open the shirt to display the drying cum and my naked breasts. My husband coughed, his eyes popping open wider than ever before. "Pictures?" He pointed at my breasts. Rolling my eyes I pulled my skirt up to the point where the stranger had left it. Using my finger to indicate the whole of me I repeated myself. "Pictures." I moved to pull my clothes back together but my husband snatched my wrist. I looked at him in surprise and he grinned back. Digging in his pocket he pulled out his own phone with a grin he began snapping pictures of my dishevelled state until the tannoy announced our stop. We did recant the story when we got home. We did fuck like sex starved little bunnies that night and most of the next day. He still has those photos on his phone and often talks about wanking to them just like our train pervert. Personally I never quite decided if the train pervert was the stranger or me. Train Ride The first time I laid eyes on her was on a train to Chicago. She was returning to her seat from the restroom and her confident walk and bemused smile gave me the impression she knew something nobody else did. A couple of minutes prior to her walk down the aisle, a guy had exited the same restroom and made his way to his seat. This was her walk of shame and she wasn't ashamed in the least! Our eyes met and I gave her a wink and a broad smile. I thought that was the end of it. The car was not very full and since it was late at night, many of the other passengers were asleep. It was like I had been let in on a secret, and I let my mind wander thinking about the dirty deeds she had been up to in that restroom. Imagine my surprise when she slid into the seat next to me a few minutes later. She leaned over so her mouth was near my ear and spoke quietly. "You have a pretty mouth. Wait a minute or two and join me." With that, she got up and sauntered sexily toward the front of the car. My mind was racing. She looked to be about 20 years younger than me, probably mid thirties. Wearing a long skirt that flowed with every shake of her sexy ass and a dark red sweater that was tight on her and didn't hide her full boobs or the bit of belly below, she reminded me of the voluptuous femdom babes in a Hurokawa drawing. Her comment about my "pretty mouth", right out of the movie Deliverence, left little doubt as to her intentions. I waited the two minutes she had instructed and made my way to the restroom, hoping nobody would see the bulge in my pants from my obvious hard on. She was waiting for me when I opened the door. Her smile was bright and a little triumphant. "I was hoping you'd come." She pressed her lips against mine in a hot fierce kiss and ran her hand over my crotch, rubbing and squeezing my hard on briefly before turning around. Bending at the waist, she leaned over and rested her elbows on the sink, pushing her ass back into me. "Lift my skirt," she told me. Who was I to refuse a request like that? Her legs were bare above her brown leather boots, and her round inviting ass cheeks were split by red thong panties. I gripped those large full orbs with both hands and fondled them for a minute. "Pull my panties down." I got hold of the sides of her tiny undies and started to pull them down, dropping to my knees as I did so. They were very wet in the gusset area and clung to her pussy momentarily before they pulled away and slid down her long legs. She lifted one foot to step out of them and my nose immediately took in the aroma of sex. Her pussy lips were red and swollen and had a fine covering of straight dark hair. They were also covered in cum, both hers and his. I had never seen anything so sexy in my life! She widened her stance to make room for me and I didn't need her to tell me what to do next; I leaned in and began to lick her wet slit, tasting both of them, and she moaned from the first touch of my tongue. My nose was nuzzled into the crack of her ass and my tongue was lapping at her freshly fucked crevice. She arched her back to give me better access to her pussy and allow me to reach her clit, and I was holding her ass cheeks up and apart. As a result my nose was almost entering her, making me breathe through my mouth as I paid oral homage to her. The cum that had been deposited deep inside of her was beginning to make its way down her vaginal canal, and the thick globs started to reach my tongue. I swallowed like it was a milkshake, and my moustache and beard were getting soaked with the juices she expelled. I didn't even know her name, nor had I spoken a word to her. I had never had an experience like this and could hardly believe it was happening. I felt so dirty and nasty, and hoped it would go on forever! My cock was throbbing and I was afraid I would cum in my pants. Her clit was just within reach of the tip of my tongue and I concentrated on reaching it to bring her off. Her legs trembled and shook as I brought her over the top. She was covering her mouth to mask her groans as she came. Since she had cum, I stood and started to unfasten my pants, but she stood and turned around. "Not yet," she said. "I have hotel room in Chicago near Union Station. Wait until we get there." "But..." She shushed me with her finger over my lips. "It's Chicago or not at all. Don't be impatient. Just follow us off the train." "What's your name?" I asked. "Jennifer. I'm going to go back to my seat now. Wait a couple of minutes before you follow, ok?" She flipped her brunette curls with a toss of her head, and reached up with one hand to pat them down on the top of her head, then winked at me with one of her impossibly beautiful green eyes. With that she pulled the door open and began her second walk of shame in less than an hour. I could only imagine how sexy she looked this time. I looked down and saw the red thong panties on the floor and put them in my pocket before starting my own walk of shame. Train Ride It was around Christmas time, I took Karen to the old amusement park in our area, that was famous for the train rides around the cranberry bogs, which had all these Christmas scenes. On the way to the park, Karen was telling me how she loved train rides, they really turned her on, the motion of the train. She reached her hand over to my crotch and rubbed my hardening cock through my pants, I had never seen her this excited, and couldn't wait to get to the park. The park was all lit up, with music playing. I remember going there as a child, but after this night I will never think of it the same way ever again. It was a very snowy night, and even though it was coming down really hard, at this point I didn't care, I had to get her on the train. There weren't alot of people there that night, and they announced that they were going to have one more train ride. We picked out the last car and got on, no one else was in our car, we had it all to ourselves, I couldn't believe our luck. Well the train started, and we sat down looking out the window. Karen's jacket was open and I let me hand slip inside and began to fondle her perfect tits, 34C, I had her nipples hard in a flash. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, and then reached over to my crotch and grabbed my hardening cock. Her fingers stroking up and down the shaft. I pressed my lips to her neck and nibbled at her earlobe, she moaned softly. I slipped my hand inside her top and unhooked her bra, my fingers found their way to her nipples and rolled them between my thumb and finger, again she let out a moan. She started undoing her top, and pulled my lips towards her breast, telling me she wanted me to lick her nipples. My tongue made circles around her nipples and I tightened my lips and pulled her nipples, and then I gently nibbled on them, bringing forth a louder moan. I was a bit surprised, but really shouldn't have been when Karen started to undo my belt, she pulled the zipper down, reached her fingers inside the waist of my pants and pulled them down along with my boxers. She leaned down and let her tongue lick up and down the entire length of my hardening cock, her saliva coating it's entire length. I watched as she lick a drop of pre cum from the tip. Her lips parted and she took my hard cock into her mouth and was sucking my cock, her head was bobbing up and down, while her hand was playing with my balls. She used her other hand to stroke the shaft, feeding more and more of my hard cock deep inside her mouth, I just watched in disbelief as she sucked my cock all the way into her throat, I had never been deepthroated before, the sensation was unbelievable. Once she had me on the very edge, she pulled her mouth off and stood up. She then undid her own jeans and slid them down, along with her soaked panties. She turned to face me and straddled my hard cock. She was really wet, I can't remember her being this arroused before. She lowered her pussy down and placed her arms around my neck. Karen looked me in my eyes and said "I don't know how much time we have, so fuck me hard and fast". I was more than willing to do just that, I placed my hands under her ass cheeks and started lifting her up and down my hard cock, the movement of the train adding to the experience. I started sucking her nipples again, while my fingers twisted and pinched her other nipple. Her cunt muscles clenched my hard pole as she rode up and down. Faster and faster I rammed my engorged cock deep inside her wet cunt. She started screaming, fuck me Bud, fuck my cunt, I love your hard cock in my cunt, fuck me, fuck meeee , and with that she started cumming, gushing her cunt juices, they were dripping down her thighs. I wasn't done yet, I pulled her off my cock and turned her around and bent her over and rammed my cock in deep doggy-style. I slapped her ass hard, leaving a hand print, she cried out for more, yes, yes, spank my ass, oh god, I love it. She held on to the windowsill, I held onto her hips and fucked like crazy, pulling my cock almost completely out and then thrusting it in hard and deep, the train was almost back to the station. I was on the verge of cumming and told Karen. Karen told me she wanted my cock in her mouth, she wanted to taste my cum. With no time to waist, she dropped to her knees and sucked my cock all the way in. Tasting her own cunt juices, just as the first shot spilled into her waiting mouth, she swallowed quickly, spurt after spurt, she just kept on sucking, using her fingers to milk every drop from my hard cock. The train came to a stop, and she pulled her mouth off, a bit of cum dribbled out onto her chin, she took her finger and scooped it up and sucked her fingers clean. We very quickly got our clothes in order, and exited the train. Karen than told me she wished she could see the response of the person who cleaned out the train. I asked her what she meant. She just smiled and told me she left her panties behind. By the time we got back to Karen's place, she was horny as hell again, and begged for my cock again. When we got inside I told her she needed to be spanked for forgetting her panties, I pulled her jeans down and turned her over my knees and started spanking her bare behind. I slapped her ass hard about 10 times, and I swear she was getting off on it. I moved my fingers to her crotch and sure enough, she was dripping wet. I flipped her over onto the bed and shoved my tongue in, licking her cunt juices, I had never seen her so wet. I parted her cunt lips with my fingers and slipped my middle finger inside. Karen begged for more, so I slipped in another finger, and then a third. I added a forth, still she was grinding her cunt onto my hand, I squeezed my thumb inside and gave a shove, Karen was so wet my hand went all the way inside, right up to my wrist, I was fist fucking her. Karen screamed that she was cumming, gushing was more like it, her cunt juices were pouring out of her. I eased my hand out of her well stretched cunt, coated with her juices and she reached for my hand and licked her own juices clean. I kissed her full on her lips, I could taste her sweet juices on her lips. I will never forget that train ride, but what happened later was un fucking believable. Thank You Karen for some of the best memories from my younger days. I will never forget you. Train Ride All characters are eighteen or older. ***** I had known before my business trip of the famously, or perhaps infamously overcrowded public trains in Tokyo. It was planned to be a fairly long trip, between four and eight weeks and being single I was the best executive of my company to pick for the extended trip. However it meant a daily commute from the hotel where our business partner, Mr. Takagawa had arranged a room and the business headquarters of Takagawa group, perhaps ten kilometers away. So having some insight as to the nature of Japanese public transit I allotted extra time for the trip, about two hours before my appointment time on that first day, knowing I could adjust my departure time as I grew accustomed to the overcrowding and delays in the system. However the first train after my arrival during the early morning rush was so very crowded that I could not gain entry to the train. The second train was much the same and I finally managed to push my way onto the third train, crowding in among a press of bodies and secured a place near the center of the car. I was hardly inconspicuous, standing head and often shoulders above the other commuters, though as an American in America I am scarcely of average height and weight. The crowding problem extended down the line and I missed my stop badly, having to exit the train several stops after my destination and press my way onto a different train entirely to go back the way I had come. Perhaps I should mention the other major 'feature' of the Japanese transit system. Due to the large crowds and deep, anonymous press of bodies, there is an unusually high amount of molestation on the public transit system. I had seen quite a lot of both inadvertent and obvious groping, froteursim and voyeurism already on the train, perpetrated largely against the female commuters, everything from discreet camera shots up skirts to fondling of breasts and backsides to a skirt being pulled down and the woman being unable to pull it back up in the press of bodies being forced to ride several stops with her skirt pooled around her ankles and her white cotton panties showing. The two problems were each an intrinsic part of the other for without the overcrowding there could not be the anonymity necessary for the molestation while without the molestation perhaps the overcrowding problem might have lessened, as most watched quietly, even snapping pictures where they could but doing nothing to aid the victims. But never had I thought that anything could happen to me. As I have stated, I am about average height, and while I regularly attend the gym, it is mainly to stay in a shape other than round as the long hours and sedentary nature of my job does not allow for much by way of a social life or casual exercise. So while I am not by any stretch a large man, I am hardly an athlete either. So when the young woman pressed in ahead of me on to the train I thought nothing of it. She was pleasant, with a ready smile and the most vivid blue eyes I had ever seen. We were forced to stand quite close together in the press of the bodies and I could feel the rounded curve of her buttocks against my groin as the train moved, she was warm and soft I was hardly unaffected by the perhaps inadvertent caress, but I strove to ignore it and hoped that she would not be offended. But then I saw the ghost of her reflection in the window and her smile was far from innocent. And I could tell that she knew I had seen her for in that moment her hips shifted and the caress of her bottom became something for more obvious and intentional. I was forced to grasp the hand rail tightly to maintain my balance. She turned her head to smile up at me with mischief obvious in those blue, blue eyes before she looked away again. I thought then that our little game was over, but I was far from correct. She stepped forward a little and her arms bent behind her and I could felt her hands against my legs as the train started moving again. She started caressing me through my pants and I opened my mouth to say something but I froze as I heard, or perhaps merely felt the quiet 'Zzzttt' of my zipper being lowered and my hand clenched at the overhead bar as she smiled at me through the reflection. I was shocked, amazed and stunned as her slender hands deftly slipped into my fly and the warmth of her skin on my suddenly bared member was wonderful. I could see her Cheshire grin in that ghostly reflection in the window as her fingers circled my shaft and drew me free into the air, stroking along my length smoothly and evenly with her small, warm hands. Her actions were hidden by her body and I was frozen into silence by the shock and pleasure of the moment. Her strokes were quick but gentle and as my balls fell free of my pants her free hand cupped and fondled them instantly without ever missing a stroke. While I am no virgin, all of my previous sexual experiences have always been behind closed doors with women I have known well. This was vastly, drastically different and yet my arousal was almost painful in its intensity. And she seemed to sense this as she stroked me; the scent of lilies fragrant upon her and her hair was just long enough to brush the tip of my shaft. It was a plethora of overwhelming sensations and I very quickly felt my pleasure rise. Some combination of my quickened breath and rigid posture must have betrayed my impending release for she released my sac and I felt something soft cover the head of my shaft as her stroking intensified. Moments later I spent into whatever she had covered me with and I had to grit my teeth against a groan of pleasurable release. My free hand had grasped her upper arm and she leaned back against her as I caught my breath and composed myself. As the train reached the next station she deftly tucked me back into my pants and turned out of my grip, rising up on her tip-toes to place a soft kiss on my cheek before she vanished out of the door with the rest of the crowd. By the time I had recovered enough to realize what was happening the doors had shut and the train had started moving and I had missed my stop... again. I got off at the very next station and decided to walk the rest of the way to my appointment as I still had plenty of time. But I soon realized that there was an uncomfortable wad of something in the front of my pants. I extracted the white lace pair of panties that I had spent into and which smelled of lilies. I tucked it into my pocket with a smile and walked on to my appointment. Mr. Takagawa was pleased to see me and he placed his daughter and personal assistant Maiyu at my disposal for the duration of my stay. She shook my hand with a pleasant smile in her familiar blue eyes and just a hint of mischief. It would turn out to be a very interesting trip. The End Train Ride My name is Heather, I'm 24 and a postgraduate student reading physics at Edinburgh University in Scotland. I have long blond hair, green eyes, a trim figure, and I'm quite tall at 5' 10". I know I'm attractive its obvious from the reaction I get from men and even some women. I don't let myself get tied up in worrying if my bum looks big, I'm a scientist and I love my work, besides my bum isn't big. I don't have much time for romance, I'm not a virgin but my two experiences with boys were not impressive. I do enjoy sex however, my fingers and a home made vibrator (well I am a physicist) get regular use… at least once a day. It all started one fresh February morning I caught the train for Edinburgh at Livingston where I'm currently living. The journey should take around 30 minutes but usually takes 45, public transport being what it is in the UK. I would usually read up on my latest project during the journey, but today I had spotted an erotic book in the station shop while waiting for the train to arrive. It stirred something deep in my stomach when I saw the woman on the cover posing provocatively in a leather corset and nothing else. I couldn't help myself I had to buy it. When the train arrived I chose the carriage at the back because it was empty and I was a little nervous about openly reading the book on the train. The seats were crammed in to maximise space in groups of three facing each other with a small gap of about half a metre between them. I sat down against a window crossed my legs and started reading. I was soon engrossed in the book, oblivious to everything around me. I began rubbing my legs together causing a delicious friction between the lips of my labia, I had to make a conscious effort not moan out loud. I was just getting to a particularly sexy scene when I felt something gently brush my calf , bringing me crashing back to the real world. Sitting opposite me was a middle-aged woman probably in her late forties I'd guess, she had long raven black hair, a slim figure and an attractive if slightly wrinkled face. She said nothing just smiled at me sexily and resumed rubbing her foot up and down my leg, moving gradually higher up my leg until she reached the point where they crossed. It was obvious what she wanted as she began o coax my top leg off the other with her foot. I looked around the carriage there was no one else except an elderly couple at the other end, deep in conversation. I turned back to the woman opposite, looked straight in her eyes and uncrossed my legs. She smiled and slowly pushed her foot under my skirt, brushing along my thigh, advancing agonisingly slowly. Finally her foot reached my crutch and she began to gently slide her toe up and down my slit through the damp cotton of my knickers. I was breathing hard and my bra seemed to have shrunk two sizes. I moved both my hands up to my breasts and began to squeeze them through the material of my sweater and bra. I felt a toe begin to work its way beneath the crutch of my knickers trying to work its way into my vagina. I looked at her and she nodded removing her foot, this allowed we to lift my bum of the seat, inch back my skirt and pulled off my knickers discarding them in a damp pile on the floor. Within seconds of sitting back down and flattening out my skirt I had her big toe inside me and the others rubbing deliciously slowly up and down my clit. Just a few minutes of this and my arousal grew to the most intense feeling I had ever experienced, I was panting heavily and thought I would explode any moment. Then the woman who I had met no more than 10 minutes ago did something I shall never forget. Just as I was about to go over the edge, she pulled out of me and stopped stroking, I gasped and opened my eyes looking straight into hers which positively glittered with desire. Then she turned her foot so that it was flat against my crutch, her leg now straight out in front of her but slightly bent. She gave me a wicked smile, then suddenly straightened her leg pushing me back into the chair and jamming her heel hard into my throbbing pussy. "Aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I screamed as I had the most violent orgasm of my life, soaking my skirt and her wonderful foot with my passion juices. When I finally came down from my post orgasmic high, I realised the train had stopped. I pushed my hair out of my eyes and looked back at the women opposite. She put her shoes back on and stood up. "This is my stop dear" the first words she had spoken to me. Then she winked, said "same time tomorrow maybe?" and walked out the open door. Even if I had wanted to follow her I don't think I could have stood up, I was totally drained, but oh so satisfied! I had one of my most successful days ever in the lab that day with a constant glow of satisfaction despite having a few problems walking properly. Train Ride It was a dark night; I was on my way back home to Ohio from New York. I have always loved the trains. The way when you’re riding them the lull of the wheels rolling across the track can be hypnotizing. Not a lot of people riding them anymore, as I have the whole car that would seat 10 easy all to myself and it's non stop so it will be that way the whole trip. Trains I have always felt are romantic. I have rode them with women before and they are so private and most important is that your in no hurry. And that's the way I am with them in no hurry at all. Cherish the ride, the visions and whom you are with. After getting comfortable and settling in for the long ride I hear the handle on the door open. In you walk, the first thing that catches my eye is you sea blue eyes. My goodness it could be as dark as night but you would see those eyes in the night. I nod to you and smile as you do back to me and oh what a smile it is. As you sit the skirt your wearing rides up you long legs as you cross them. Your breasts although hidden by your clothes I can tell they have to be mouthwatering, soft but yet so firm. Looking back down your legs I see your ankle tattoo, a vine with roses, bright and read going completely around it. Then the little rings around you toes look so cute. As your feet are small and well taken care of, pampered. I watched you as you got back up and put your things up on the top bunk that hangs from the wall. You ass really fills out that skirt. And when you reached way up there it rode up just enough that I was able to see the smooth round bottom of the cheeks of your ass. Just a glimmer of your red panties showed. You turned around and smiled at me knowing just what you were doing. I smiled back at you, when caught no since in denying it. As you come back down and sit I see that your top has come unbuttoned at least two buttons giving me a glimpse of that sweet valley between your breasts. No bra allows me to see part of the soft curves and wonder what else lies beneath. As thoughts of you dance in my head, sleep overcomes me and I drift into a sensual dream. What seems like just a few minutes I find my eyes open adjusting to the low lights of the cabin that has taken on a soft red glow. Looking at the light I see why now. You have taken your red panties and laid them across the lamp on the wall. Umm just what I needed to see. But then I haven't seen anything yet. My eyes now full adjusted to the new lighting I see you. Boy do I ever see you. Looking at you lying across the wall bed across from me I see your head turned away from me, resting on your arms, your hair full and running across your back. That is all that is on your back as you have just a thin blanket, no not really a blanket more of a sheet and it's pretty much see through at that. I can easily see the curves of your ass under it, the way it meets and continues on with your long legs. Your feet dangles over the edge looking oh so good umm love to feel them, play with them. "Go Ahead I won't bite" Shit that scared me at first. I hear that small chuckle coming from your way, yea you knew you scared the shit out of me, you had to a deaf man could have heard me jump in my seat. You must have sensed it, although I do believe you heard it and are still laughing deep inside. You repeat your self " Go ahead I won't bite you" I think for a minute could this really be happening to me. Just about when I think that it has to be a dream you turn your head and look at me with those eyes. Any doubt I had is gone when I looked into them. It is like I can read them. Standing up I unbutton my shirt and toss it to the side, you watch my every move. Unbuckling my belt, the snap and unzipping I feel you watching. Sliding my pants down I step out of them. Looking at you I see your eyes right on me as I hook my fingers in my boxers and slide them down, stepping out of them now. Yea you see what you done. My cock hard and straining now free of it's confinement and judging from the look in your eyes very happy it is out now. Coming over to you I kneel at your feet, placing my hands on the, massaging them. You feel my fingers and thumbs on the sides, rubbing the bottoms and teasing your cute toes. As one hand caresses the other slide up and down your smooth legs. As I lean down I suck each and every one of them, nibbling them between my teeth. I hear your soft moans as my tongue slides between your toes as you slowly wiggle them at me. I kiss you lightly up the back of your calf, licking behind your knee and up your thigh. You leg part for me as I kiss the softness of your inner thighs. Hmmm I can feel the heat and moisture from your wet pussy. My tongue slide up the soft, smooth folds of your lips as my hands, one on your legs the other on your hot ass. Sliding the one from your thighs up I have both hands wee I like them, one on each cheek. As I rub and caress them you ass arches up to me allowing me to slide my tongue between your lips feel you wet pussy surrounds and engulf in inside you. My hands part your cute ass as my tongue tease your tight opening, hmmm a deep low moan and some serious squirming, like that uh? As it circles and probes you I slide first one the two fingers inside your wet pussy, you feel them fill you as they slide in and out between them. Each stroke in rubs up against your hard clit. Kissing back up across your back, my fingers still sliding inside you. Now so hot and wet your hot juices covering them as I pull them out enough to tease your ass. Letting one push up against its opening as your ease back into it as the other slide back inside your wetness. Now you have the feeling of one in your pussy, one in your hot ass and my lips and tongue coming up your back. Brushing the hair from your neck, I kiss and lick it, so close to your chest and head I hear the deep heavy breathing your doing. You are on the verge of cumin but not yet my dear. Sliding my fingers gently from you turn over. Umm your breasts heave with each breath you take. As I slide you around the edge of the seat I am just inches from your nipples. I look in your eyes and kiss you deep, passionate, sucking your tongue into me feeling it hot and wet in my mouth. As I slide my hands under your legs first pulling them up so your feet are on each side of my head. Second to scoot your ass over the edge of it. Taking my cock in my hand I rub it across your clit, up and down across your wet pussy, umm so juicy that the head of my cock is covered in your wetness as I push it between your lips. Feeling it slide inside you so far that my balls are up against your ass as I stroke my cock in and out of you. We both look down and watch it come out as far ass the head before disappearing back into you. Stroking you, my hands on your hip as and ass pulling you to me, fuck me baby, suck my cock with your hot pussy. Make me cum. Drink every ounce of cum from me. As my hips pound up against your hot ass I feel your pussy contracting as you feel my head throbbing waiting no more. As I feel your hot cum shoot across the head of my cock running out the side and down across my balls. Hmmm fuck me! My cock explodes deep inside you; you feel load after load of cum streaming inside you causing you to cum even more with the feeling. As your arms wrap around me and mine around you, my cock is still inside you as I kiss you, hold you caress you. "Sweetheart we still have 9 hours to go." Train Ride She’s wearing nicely tailored gray slacks and a turquoise sweater. The sweater is tight fitting and low cut showing off her firm full breasts and the soft skin of her chest. She has long black hair and dark eyes. She has an exotic, sexy look like most Philippine women. We’ve exchanged a couple of glances, and smiles. And have held eye contact long enough for the flirtation to be clear. After the incredible night last night with you, and the episode in the hotel this morning it doesn’t take long for my excitement level to build. I notice that I’m slowly opening and closing my legs and I feel my growing hardness against the inside of my thigh. As my cock gets harder its outlined becomes obvious through my pants. Lost in thought my hand slides up and down my phone…mimicking the way I’ve stroked myself so many times for you. I stare in her direction, looking at her but in a way removed, lost in fantasy of her. My thoughts are interrupted when she asks if she can sit next to me. Apparently her seat is uncomfortable. Its then I notice something in her eyes that tells me she’s been watching me too. She stands to cross the aisle and stares at into my lap whole time. She sits down and without warning, covers us both with her blanket and puts her head on my shoulder. Under the blanket I feel her long fingernails begin to rake my thigh through my slacks. I love her fingers. I noticed them immediately. Slender, nicely manicured, very feminine. I always look at women’s fingers and imagine them erotically wrapped around my cock. The feeling of a woman’s hand on your cock is one of the most amazing. In many ways, even more amazing than the feeling of her lips. Hand jobs, the forgotten art. But as I would soon learn, this woman was an expert. My mouth was dry and my heart was pounding in my chest. I was cuddled under a blanket with a woman to whom I had barely said three words. I could feel her hair tickle my neck as she blew short quick breaths against my ear and lips just grazed my earlobes. Under the blanket, with each stroke of her fingernails her hand moved further and further up my leg until her nails were stroking the inside of my thigh and her wrist was resting on my crotch. Under her wrist my cock throbbed and my breathing was rapid. A slight sigh escaped my lips. “Take it easy…” she whispered into my ear. I felt her fingernails continue their journey up my leg, across my thigh, and then down along the underside of my hard cock. Instinctively I pushed my hips against her hand but she pushed back and politely, but firmly, told me not to move. Her free hand grabbed my wrist and guided me between her legs. She pushed my hand firmly against her crotch. I could feel the heat, and I’m almost certain, wetness. She squeezed her legs tightly together completely securing my hand and began to pulse her leg muscles so that her contractions would rhythmically force my hand against her pussy. At the same time, she had expertly undone my fly and was now snaking her fingers inside of my underwear. The first touch of her fingertips against the skin of my cock sent electrical shocks through my entire body. For what seemed like hours, her fingers danced around my cock inside my pants. Touching, occasionally scratching or tickling, but never apply the pressure I so badly wanted. Despite her previous instructions I tried to push against anything I could to increase the contact. I was trying desperately to hump her arm. Her fingers, and in fact her entire hand, worked their way inside my pants. Her fingers now gently cupped my balls and wrapped up and around my cock. My ‘package’ was nestled safely in her hand. In one swift, expert motion, she lifted my cock and balls out of my pants through the fly so that I was now completely exposed under the blanket. With her other hand, she undid the buttons and zipper on her slacks and guided my hand inside her pants. She wore no underwear and as she pushed my hand farther down I could feel the soft downy tuft of pubic hair. Trimmed very closely. Her fingers, still on top of my mine, curled downward forcing me against her clit and slightly inside of her soaking wet pussy. Once again, she tightly closed her legs and again began the contractions that pulsed my hand and fingers against her clit and in and out of her moist pussy. Throughout that maneuver, her other hand never stopped tickling my cock. She was making a little claw with her fingernails and lightly grabbing and scratching the head of my cock. Pre-cum leaked freely from my hard-on and I felt on the verge of cumming. My right leg was bent and the blanket was draped over my knee and across our laps creating a little tent that hid some of the movement beneath. However, it wouldn’t take much to figure out that some serious playing was going on. With my hand buried in her crotch, and her constant contractions stimulating her over and over, she got wetter and wetter. Her left hand reached across our bodies and grabbed my balls. She gently squeezed them and rolled them between her fingers and used her nails to tickle that most sensitive spot underneath. With her right hand she finally began to stroke me. Her hand wrapped loosely around my cock. Again too loose to provide the friction I needed to get off but more than before and enough to increase my arousal to a fever pitch. With my head back and eyes closed I began to fuck her hands. I needed to cum so badly now. But this was happening on her terms not mine. Her hands forced my hips under control. And she again told me to take it easy. “Don’t worry” she said, “I’ll take care of you but I’m going first.” As she said that she buried her face in my neck and began to lick and suck my neck as her body convulsed. Her hands tensed around my cock and her legs squeezed my hand so tight I thought my fingers would break. Her body writhed and her hips flexed as wave after wave of her orgasm washed over her. I’m still surprised that I didn’t shoot my load right then and there. Watching her, feeling her, hearing her cum was unbelievable. She was a completely sexual being, with every fiber in her body alive and pulsing. I began to say something but she put a finger to my lips to quiet me and then quickly replaced in with her mouth. She kissed deeply, hungrily and urgently still pulsing and contracted against my hand. Her hands held me firm. One squeezed my balls and the other wrapped firmly around my cock. She broke the kiss, rested her chin on my chest and stared up at me. She looked deeply in my eyes as her hands went to work. She stroked me now, the way I needed, firmly in long slow strokes from the base to the head and back down. While she did that her other hand squeezed my balls and tickled the skin near my ass. Her stroking became more urgent, faster, and I stared right into her eyes as I pushed my cock deeper into her hands. Before very long, my body began to tense and my cock twitched as I felt my orgasm start deep inside. The muscles in my cock and ass tightened as they forced my orgasm to a peak. My inner thighs became sensitive and my toes curled. The skin in my throat tightened and my ears flushed with excitement. This was a complete and total orgasm building. Brought on by the expert, teasing hands of this amazing woman whose name I didn’t know. With a final push, my back arched and I exploded all over her hand and the inside of the blanket. She continued to stroke me, milking the cum from my body, prolonging my orgasm and making my entire body quiver. Her fingers scratched my balls sending spasms through my entire body. The head of my cock became so sensitive that I almost screamed. My body was bucking under the blanket, trying now to get away from the stimulation I wanted so badly. It was too sensitive I couldn’t handle it. The light seemed to close off and I felt a darkness settle around my eyes. The intensity was so much that I felt close to passing out. Slowly, sensing I was really on the edge, she loosened her grip a little but continued to stroke. The reduced friction made it more bearable I found myself pushing against her hand again and I felt the hardness surge in my cock again. Her hand, soaked with my cum, focused on the very tip of the head of my cock. She made little short strokes up and down and very fast. My body was screaming and my hips frantically trying to keep up with her strokes. I was somewhere between pain and ecstasy but moving in the right direction. In seconds my body tensed and another orgasm, less severe than the first, started to build. What little cum was left in my body shot from the head of my cock. She stopped stroking and held me firmly in her hand as I tried to catch my breath. Train Ride Disclaimers: This is an uber piece with the two women we know and love so much. The characters are my own. Sex: Yes it's there. I can't write without it. It is my whole drive for writing. So, yes it's detailed and juicy and titillating. Violence: None this time. Wow. Language: Some bad language. Comments/Feedback: I would appreciate constructive criticism and feedback. missalexg99@yahoo.com Special thanks to my beta reader ---- you rock. I couldn't have done it without you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The gentle breeze blew silently across the elevated wooden platform. It was a hazy late afternoon in Chicago. The scent lingering in the air predicted an oncoming rain shower, but for now the sun shone brightly in the bluish white sky. Only a few people stood waiting for the train to make its entrance into the station. The five foot three young blonde looked down the tracks hoping to will the train to appear faster. She was tired and hungry. Her stomach had kindly informed her of its desires an hour ago and she had tried to ignore it to no avail. She had spent far more hours at the library than expected, and didn't realize how long it had been since she last ate, until the hunger hit. The train pulled into the station, and made its announcement. "Harold Washington Library. Doors open on right." Inside the fourth car, she sat down near the doors where the seats face into the aisle. She hefted her green Jansport backpack onto her lap. Sensing that she was being stared at, she looked up. Across the aisle was a long lanky figure in dark sunglasses. She wore torn blue jeans that exposed her knees, very worn and badly scuffed combat boots, and a ribbed gray long-sleeve cotton shirt with only three buttons at the top ---- all of which were unbuttoned. Her jet-black hair was short in the style that Tom Cruise had for quite some time where it was longer on top and gradually became shorter at the neck. At first, Katrina wasn't sure if the person was male or female, as she continued to stare. She could see that the high cheekbones and the shape of the lips gave more of an indication towards the feminine side. Suddenly she realized that she had been staring this whole time. Quickly looking away, a hue of scarlet crept up her cheeks. The train announced its arrival at the next stop. "LaSalle Street. Doors open on the right." The young blonde risked looking at the woman again. It irritated her that she couldn't tell if the person was looking back because of those damn glasses. Then out of nowhere, a smirk ---- a slight smirk appeared on the woman's face. It gave Katrina her answer. Yes the woman was looking at her. But for how long? Since she stepped into the car? Or just now? An elderly couple entered the car. Katrina immediately offered her seat and was glad the seat next to her was empty so that the man and woman could sit together. After an exchange of smiles and a 'thank you' from the older woman, she stood in front of the long stranger and held onto the nearest pole. As the train made its way along the tracks, Katrina's sea green eyes wandered down the lanky form to large callused hands that lay unmoving on the woman's lap. She noticed the well-defined knuckles and the long fingers. Suddenly, she thought of those fingers brushing past her pebbled aching nipples. Involuntarily her body reacted. Those nearby heard an audible intake of breath. Emerald eyes looked around and once again the crimson returned to her cheeks. Another smirk was visibly evident on the stranger's face. The train slowed down into the next station. "Quincy Boulevard. Doors open on the right." A pregnant woman stepped into the car. Immediately the stranger offered up her seat. Now Katrina was in trouble because the tall figure now stood facing her, only mere inches away. She was sure now that she had been stared at since she got on the train. A rather pleasant scent reached her nose, and she felt compelled to look up. There it was ----- another smirk from the tall stranger. She knew what she smelled was the men's cologne that emanated from this person. Closing her eyes a moment, she inhaled the intoxicating scent and pictured soft lips caressing the skin around her neck. The train took a turn towards its next stop, suddenly jerking along the tracks from the awkward bend in the rails. Katrina momentarily lost her balance and fell into the stranger who quickly grabbed her about the waist. Apologizing, she looked up into the deepest blue eyes she'd ever seen. During Katrina's daydreams, the stranger had slid the sunglasses onto her head and Katrina hadn't noticed. The color of those orbs was almost a bright cobalt blue, against the rapidly gathering clouds outside. All speech left her as she stared with her mouth agape into those eyes. Once again a slight smirk was seen in the corners of the tall figure's mouth. The train came to a halt in the next station. "Fullerton Avenue. Doors open on the right." Katrina couldn't take it any longer. A strong desire for this mysterious stranger was blossoming. A pressure was building in her nether regions, and she could feel the center seam of her jeans press against her lips now that the area was highly sensitive. There was something ---- something she couldn't put her finger on ---- a familiarity to the stranger that she couldn't grasp. Did she know the woman from somewhere? Maybe saw her before at a party? Or on the train? No, she was sure she hadn't physically seen the woman anywhere else. She would've remembered that ---- especially since this mystery person apparently had such a grip on her psyche at this point. This person was definitely not someone easily forgotten. She wanted to say something --- start a conversation, introduce herself, or just do something to engage this woman's attention. What was she thinking? She already had the stranger's attention. But what would she do about it? She had never been bold or assertive enough to ask a woman out on a date. Maybe that's why she didn't get many dates --- because she didn't have it in her to take the initiative. She contemplated these thoughts over and over again, and milled about in her mind a few ideas for asking this stranger out to dinner. "Belmont Avenue. Doors open on the left." The train's automatic recording announced. Suddenly, the tall figure brushed past her and stepped out onto the platform. Katrina couldn't believe she was about to lose the chance of a lifetime! The woman faced her from the platform and a small smile played about her lips. Just as the train doors were closing, the young blonde jumped forward, into the stranger's strong arms. They looked into each other's eyes again, and without a word the tall woman smiled wider, and then gently took her hand leading her down the wooden staircase. Out on the street, they walked silently, until, suddenly the rain began. It poured down on the cement in large drops quickly dousing everything in sight. The two women took off in a sprint, like two children laughing and playing hand in hand in the storm. The tall woman led Katrina down Barry Street. Katrina couldn't see clearly with the rain coming down. It turned her medium-short blonde hair turned to reddish gold, and she tried to push aside the strands that stuck to her face. Not really paying attention to where she was going, she suddenly found herself in front of a dark green door. The stranger unhooked her keys from the jean's belt loops, and unlocked the door. Up the short flight of carpeted stairs, the two women turned the corner to face another door. This one was unlocked, and the tall woman motioned for Katrina to enter. She looked around the sparse living room with its hardwood floors and large bay windows. A couple of large luscious green plants hung in front of them. Taller plants were seen here and there along the floor --- each of them having large deep green leaves. It gave the room a tropical feel, especially with the sheets of rain sliding down the glass. Katrina noticed she was left alone for a minute as the tall woman disappeared into another room. The open kitchen area was dark, being nestled in the far corner of the apartment. A black bar with three stools separated the two rooms. All of the furniture was in hues of brown, and the walls were some shade of oatmeal. She put down her backpack, and suddenly felt the shiver of her body as she stood there in wet clothes. Out of nowhere the mysterious woman silently appeared from behind her. Katrina almost jumped at the feel of a hand on her shoulder. She turned around with her hand on her chest as she tried to calm her racing heart. "Didn't mean to startle you." The tall woman gently said. She spoke! Katrina's eyes widened and her eyebrows rose up her forehead in surprise. The deep contralto voice was beautiful. Oh, speak again. Katrina desired to hear her ---- to revel in the beauty of that voice. A smirk once again appeared on the stranger's face. She handed the short wet blonde a bathrobe and a towel, then turned into the kitchen. Katrina only then realized the woman had changed clothes. She wore Fruit of the Loom maroon boxer briefs and a black T-shirt. The stranger was busy preparing something she had taken out of the fridge. Katrina looked down at the bundle handed to her and wondered where the bathroom was. But wait, she was never told the direction of the bathroom. She was only handed these things in silence. A decision had to be made. Was she going to search out the bathroom? Ask the silent stranger? Or just remove her clothes right here? She looked up to see the woman was busy with her back to Katrina. In that instant she decided she might as well just do the deed right where she stood. Yeah, Katrina was shy, but when it came to her body and sex, she was rather relaxed and confident. It was only the game of the chase and the seduction that made her shy. She dried her hair as best she could. Taking out the brush from her bag, she worked at de-tangling the short shaggy locks. The tall woman returned to the living room area with a large platter and a bowl. She placed both items on the soft brown wooly rug in front of the windows. Motioning for Katrina to come over and take a seat, she then retrieved a bottle of red wine and two glasses. The young blonde sat with her legs stretched out in front of her. She crossed them at the ankles, and made sure the front of the robe was tucked between her thighs. "I'm going to put your clothes in the dryer." The stranger announced. Katrina closed her eyes at the sound of the voice hoping to etch it into her mind. It was melodic and hypnotizing. She was sure this woman could give her an orgasm from her voice alone. Katrina thought of the perfect dirty story she'd love for this woman to tell her while she played with herself. Out of her reverie, she took a look at the spread of food laid out before her. The bowl contained green grapes and deep red strawberries. The platter next to it had a small bowl in the center with large cocktail shrimp hanging off the edge and the dark cocktail sauce inside. There was French bread sliced into chunks, pate, and a wedge of Brie. She glanced at the wine and saw it was Syrrah ---- a light red wine with fruity flavors to accentuate the taste in the variety of the treats offered. A CD player was turned on, and the speakers softly spilled forth a melodious sexy tune by Madonna. The stranger sat down Indian style, and poured the wine. She handed one of the glasses to Katrina. Again there was something about the silent woman that felt familiar to her. A scowl formed on her face as she tried to recall where they might have met. This entire time, the dark hair figure treated her like they've known each other forever --- like they were the best of friends and just haven't seen one another for a while. Katrina then grew frightened ---- frightened because she was in a strange person's apartment in a bathrobe. She knew nothing of this woman --- she didn't even know her name. Oh gods, she thought to herself and wondered what she had gotten herself into. Katrina then noticed the tattoos that covered the long muscular arms. The one on the left was a large black panther digging its claws into the owner's flesh as it tried to crawl up the arm. The one on the inside of the right forearm was some kind of Celtic design that extended down and around her wrist. Cerulean eyes peered into Katrina's very core. Suddenly, images of fingers and a mouth fucking her penetrated Katrina's mind. She felt drugged as her libido pounded, begging for release. Katrina looked at the hand that appeared in front of her face, holding a morsel of bread and cheese inches from her mouth. Her lips opened of their own accord. The food was slowly inserted, and her lips brushed past the fingers as they exited. She unintentionally moaned, and knew she did, indeed, want to play this game. In her nervousness, Katrina gulped down half her glass of sweet, fruity liquid. "Hold on there," the deep voice said, "I don't want you to get drunk." A smile then grew on her face. "It'll dull the senses." One raven eyebrow inched its way up her forehead giving her that mischievously sexy look. The young blonde picked up a shrimp and dipped it into the sauce. Swallowing the bite, she decided to admit her feelings. "I'm... um..." She chuckled then continued. "I'm usually more talkative but... I guess I'm nervous." "Does my silence unsettle you?" Her companion asked. Katrina looked into deep blue pools. "No ---- actually it's rather comfortable --- like we've been friends for a long time." The mysterious woman offered her a large strawberry. Katrina bit into it and a trickle of juice slowly coursed down her chin. She went to wipe it off but her hand was caught in a gentle yet firm grasp. The woman leaned forward and licked the drop up in slow motion. Katrina moaned and lips found each other. Tongues played into the seduction and caressed one another. It was not until both women realized the need for air that they broke apart. The young blonde brushed a finger softly down a sculptured cheek. For a moment she thought she saw a flash of color deepen in those ocean blue eyes. Another piece of fruit was offered to her, and she took it in her mouth willingly. She was fed for a while by large nimble fingers, and she enjoyed every minute of it. Everything seemed to be bursting with flavor --- it was nothing like eating with a friend or by herself. She became highly aware of the textures in the foods and the subtle changes in flavor as she chewed them. A large grape was poised above her head. She dipped back to receive it, but instead of it being lowered to her lips, it was gently squeezed, allowing the juice to drip past her chin and down her neck. At first the cool liquid tickled, and she giggled. The mysterious woman moved forward and licked away the sticky substance from the creamy flesh. Katrina could not help but find her small hands were taking purchase in the woman's hair. This simple gesture urged things onward as she felt herself being lowered to the rug. She didn't let go of the head but ran her fingers through the black locks, and moaned as a particularly sensitive spot was touched. Suddenly she found her robe open, and fingers expertly tugged at her nipples as teeth made their gentle mark along her clavicle. "Oh... gods." She called out. "Yesss let me hear you. Don't be shy. I want to hear your pleasure and... release." The woman whispered the last word into her ear. Katrina moaned at the sound of the contralto voice vibrating against her skin. "Gods... your voice is intoxicating. Please... talk to me, and I'll moan and scream all you want." The woman looked into emerald green eyes, giving Katrina a sinister smile, and then she returned to kissing the soft pliant flesh. "What would... you like... me to talk about?" She swallowed a hard nipple, rolling her warm tongue around the tip of it. Katrina squeezed her eyes shut at the tingling sensations the woman was giving her. "Anything." She panted. Before moving on to the next nipple, she said, "Talking is not my strong suit... but I'll try." And then she swallowed the second hard pebble of flesh. Katrina's hips began to move of their own accord. The build up of sexual tension had carried on for too long, and now she was in desperate need of relief. Picking up on the cue, the stranger pulled up and said, "Roll over for me." Katrina complied immediately. "Up on your knees for me baby," the sultry voice instructed. She moved up and felt the robe slip from her shoulders. She then quickly felt the warmth of naked flesh along her back and buttocks. Long arms snaked their way around her waist. "Spread her legs for me. That's it --- a little further. Beautiful." Long fingers slid down to play with the downy reddish gold curls. Katrina released a guttural groan as the finger slipped into her wetness. "Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" The stranger softly asked. The warm breath tickled the peach fuzz along her neck and ear. She shook her head. "I want to fuck you in both places at once --- my fingers in your slick pussy and my thumb in your tight hole. Will you let me?" her seductress cooed. Goddamn, I'll let you do whatever the hell you want --- I'm already about to explode, the thoughts shouted in Katrina's mind. She nodded vigorously and a grunt spewed forth as two fingers found their way deep inside her wet canal. "I can feel your inner walls contract. It's beautiful to feel how responsive your body is to me," the low voice purred. Her hips jerked forward, and then something warm was at the puckered entrance of her ass. "Relax baby --- relax, and let me take you to places yet to be experienced," the woman continued. Katrina nodded and bit her bottom lip. She groaned again as the sweet invader slowly slid in. She had never felt so full before, and yet it felt so exhilarating. Suddenly her hand was guided behind her back and between the two of them down to a patch of dark curls wet with the moisture of the tall woman's excitement. Katrina slid her fingers inside. "Ungh. That's right... baby. Fuck me while I fuck you," her lover commanded. "Your fingers feel so good." Like a hungry puppy, Katrina let out a mewling sound. She didn't know how many fingers were inside her orifices, and she didn't care. It all felt so fucking awesome, and then something else was added to the exquisiteness of the experience. From the stranger's free hand, a finger inched its way to her clit and, in firm strokes, began circling the swollen nub. Katrina couldn't take it anymore. Her hips bucked, and a piercing cry shot out of her throat. "I feel you squeezing my... fingers... and... it's ... wonderful," the woman breathed, as she bit down into Katrina's neck, making the young woman's hips buck again. "I want you to come for me like you've never come before. That's it ---- ride my fingers hard ---- I can take it." Katrina screamed as the second wave of her orgasm crashed over her. Shudders racked her body, causing her tall lover to fall over the precipice quickly behind her. They both collapsed onto the rug and just lay there. Strong arms protectively wrapped around Katrina, and a face pressed into the back of her hair. When their breathing calmed, Katrina turned around to face her seductress. They exchanged tender kisses until the tall woman tasted salty tears run into her mouth. "Why are there tears?" Katrina's lover asked, softly, her low voice laced with concern. Katrina wiped her face then answered. "You must think me a slut. I don't ride the train looking to have sex with strangers." A finger gently pressed against her lips. "You are beautiful and I don't think of you any other way. Plus... we're not strangers," the woman added, smiling mysteriously. Train Ride Russet eyebrows furrowed as Katrina worked her mind around that statement. "What do you mean?" "I must show you something." The woman said as she stood to her full height. She offered her hand to help Katrina up, then led her past the kitchen into a short hall area where they turned left and stepped into a closed in back porch, also used as a sunroom. The brightly lit room was filled with paintings, plastic bottles of dozens of different colored paints, paintbrushes, rags, and other artist's materials. There was a small couch against one wall and a table littered with sketch paper, drawing pencils and charcoal sticks. Katrina looked at each painting on display, and she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Each canvas had a woman in the height of ecstasy in every position imaginable; however, the woman she saw was herself. Her face scrunched as she inspected each work of art. In some of the poses, she was pleasuring herself either with her fingers or a dildo. In the rest, there were hands or certain body parts in the picture that obviously showed someone else was pleasuring her, but there was never another face in the paintings. Now wait --- whose hands were those? The arms ---- there were tattoos on those arms ----- the same ones on her tall host, standing next to her. There it was ----- the panther carefully painted on the arm in one painting as the hand was buried deep within the blonde's center. On another painting, there was the side view of a waist with a dildo strapped on plowing into her blonde companion, who appeared to be screaming out her orgasm while her nipples were tugged. The arm shown had the Celtic design etched into the well-muscled forearm. Katrina became dizzy with all of the images, and her clit started to swell and throb again at the eroticism filling the room. Then the anger hit her. "Have you been spying on me? Stalking me?" Azure eyes grew wide. "NO. I never saw you before until today. I swear," Katrina's companion fervently denied. "Then how? You've painted a perfect replica of my face, though I don't exactly know what I look like under such conditions, but it's like you've seen me in the midst of..." unable to finish her thought, Katrina lowered her blonde head, clearly embarrassed by being captured in such intimate moments. "I painted all of these from dreams ---- dreams I've had of you," Katrina's companion explained. "And when I saw you on the train this afternoon, I almost fell to my knees before you. I wanted to lay my head in your lap and cry because I finally found the woman whose been haunting my sleep for years. But I grew scared. I didn't know what to say to you." Sea green eyes looked at her suspiciously, yet somehow in her heart Katrina knew the woman was telling the truth. With her head down, she said, "I believe you." She looked at one of the paintings that showed a perfect full view of her ass and pussy offered up to the fingers that were spreading her nether lips apart while she was on her hands and knees. "When I saw your eyes, I remembered that those eyes are the ones that greeted me almost every night in my sleep for two years. I never saw the rest of your body, only felt it upon my own ---- but those eyes penetrated my very soul. And your voice ---- your voice brought me over the edge so many times. I'd wake up to find my hands giving me release." The tall woman knelt directly in front of Katrina. "I'm in love with you and I don't even know your name." Katrina laughed as a tear spilled down her cheek. She cupped the woman's face in small hands. "Katrina Witherspoon." "It's beautiful," the smoky voice whispered. "And yours?" the blonde asked, caressing a chiseled cheek. "Mike Danzano --- short for Mikangelina," the dark-haired beauty shrugged, her face coloring, just a bit at the awkwardness of her name. "Well then Mike, make love to me again --- like in all of these wonderful paintings you've created," Katrina cooed, seductively. "It'll be an honor my love." Lips engaged in a passion infused kiss. Outside the rain had ceased and the sun peered out from between the clouds. Inside two lovers reacquainted themselves with the depth of knowledge their souls already held for one another. Train Ride It seemed strange that the railway carriage should be empty at that time of the day. Usually, the train was full of girls from Sanderson School, their boisterous antics disturbing the homeward journeys of other passengers. Today, however, was different, for the whole train appeared to be deserted, except for a few faces here and there, staring blankly out of the windows. Madeleine walked along the platform towards the open door of the rear carriage, her heels tapping on the concrete, her blonde ponytail catching the breeze that fluttered around the small rural station. Her blue business suit was expensively tailored, the close fit of its skirt preventing her from walking at a brisk pace. She was the only person on the platform, the train's crew waiting impatiently for her to alight. The carriage, too, appeared to be completely empty. Closing the door behind her, she settled into a seat at the front and checked her phone for messages. The train lurched forward, the locomotive chugging into motion with a squeal of hydraulics and a belch of diesel fumes. Madeleine swore under her breath as the phone fell from her hand to land in her lap, from where it slid off her skirt to clatter on the floor. "Damn!" she hissed, as the phone scudded away under the seat behind hers. "It's OK," said a soft voice. "I've got it!" To Madeleine's surprise, a teenage girl's face appeared above the partition between the seats, a face with olive skin and very dark eyes. The girl's black hair hung in silky tresses around her shoulders, contrasting with the whiteness of her teeth as she smiled. "Here," she said, disappearing briefly before darting around the partition to sit opposite Madeleine. "I don't think it's broken or anything." Madeleine took the phone gratefully, thanking the girl for her help. She noticed the black skirt, white shirt and green tie of Sanderson School and wondered why the uniform was not more evident on that particular train. "Where are the rest of them?" she inquired, stowing the phone in her jacket. "The school is closed today," the girl answered. "But I forgot about that," she added. "I'm such an idiot!" Madeleine shrugged, then smiled. "Sanderson was my school, too," she announced. "I always regret staying there until I was eighteen. The rules and traditions always seemed so old-fashioned, so outdated. I should have left earlier and gone somewhere else, somewhere with boys." She ended with a chuckle, but the olive-skinned girl merely stared back impassively. "I was eighteen last month," she replied. "But I enjoy the fact that Sanderson is still a girls-only school and I don't want to leave. But in September I have no choice, I guess, and I'm off to university." "Surely you won't miss the school?" Madeleine ventured. The girl nodded, her smile fading to sadness. "I'll miss my classmates," she answered mournfully. "Especially my girlfriend, Sarah, whom I love with all my heart." For a moment, Madeleine said nothing, her mind digesting the implications of the remark. After a while, however, her eyebrows lifted in an expression of surprise. "Your girlfriend?" she said quietly, as though unwelcome ears were crowding round. "Are you a lesbian?" The girl nodded. "Yes. Are you shocked by that?" "Not at all. I went through the same phase at your age, before I left the school. But I soon grew out of it when I started at university." "For me and Sarah it isn't a phase," came the stern reply. "Nor will we ever grow out of it. Perhaps you were only pretending to be a lesbian, just to appear radical or alternative, or maybe even trendy?" Madeleine felt stung by the girl's accusing tone and instinctively retaliated with a barbed response. "Maybe you and Sarah are just pretending, too?" she suggested. "Is your love a schoolgirl infatuation, perhaps?" "No. We're serious." "So was I," Madeleine retorted quickly. "Until I left school and saw the wider world. No doubt the same thing will happen to you, and you'll be married at twenty-four, just like I was. My wedding was last June, in a part of the world you might be familiar with." "My parents are from India," the girl explained. "Is that where you got married?" Madeleine nodded. "Are you Muslim?" she asked in return. "Yes." "What is your name?" "Haleema." "That's a nice name," said Madeleine. "A pretty name for a pretty girl. My name is Madeleine, though most people just call me Maddy." Haleema shrugged, gazing out of the window at the fleeting countryside, before turning again to stare at the woman sitting opposite. Madeleine began to feel somewhat uncomfortable, especially when she saw the intense expression in Haleema's eyes. She coughed, shifting slightly on her seat, crossing her legs and pressing the hem of her skirt. Haleema smirked. "That's a pity," she said bluntly. "I was rather enjoying the view." "Pardon?" "The view was very pleasant," Haleema continued, her mouth curling in a sly grin. "Before you crossed your legs, Maddy, I could see all the way up your skirt, which is even shorter than mine." Madeleine felt her cheeks tingling with embarrassment, almost as though the observation had been made by some lecherous old man instead of by a beautiful teenage girl. For a moment she felt so unsettled that she could find no appropriate response. "Uncross your legs," Haleema demanded. "Or are you too scared?" "Scared?" Maddy mumbled. "Scared of a schoolkid? You must be joking!" "You're scared," Haleema persisted, her tone now mocking. "Otherwise, an ex-lesbian such as you would think nothing of it. Admit it, Maddy, you're terrified of me, because I pose a threat to your carefully reconstructed sexuality." "I don't know what you're talking about," Madeleine replied, trying to maintain her composure. But, when she saw Haleema's despising glance, she hastily uncrossed her legs, parting them slightly. "There," she added. "Are you happy now? Do you still think I'm scared of a silly schoolgirl?" "Yes, and yes," Haleema answered. "Yes, I am happy. And yes, you're still terrified. You know we're alone in this carriage, and your greatest fear is that I'll start molesting you." "You wouldn't dare!" Madeleine gasped. Haleema smiled, leaning forward, reaching out with her right hand to feel under Madeleine's short blue skirt. Her dark brown eyes narrowed as she held the blonde woman's astonished gaze. "Oh God!" Madeleine hissed, as fingers crawled beneath the skirt to caress the skin of her inner thighs. Then she tensed, her spine turning rigid, as a probing fingertip brushed lightly against her crotch. "Cotton panties," said Haleema, licking her lips very slowly. "I knew they were white, but I didn't know they were cotton, until now." She sighed, inhaling deeply, her long eyelashes fluttering. "Your cunt feels so soft through the material, so lovely and soft, like a tiny cushion." "Stop touching me," said Madeleine. "Please, Haleema! I don't want this at all. Really, I don't." Haleema frowned, but did not withdraw her hand. "You want me to stop? Are you sure about that?" Madeleine gazed in silence at her young tormentor, biting her lower lip anxiously while her brain wrestled with a hundred confusing thoughts. Through a haze of uncertainty she saw Haleema's lovely smiling face, her smooth brown skin, her long black hair, her dark smouldering eyes, her pearl-white teeth. Somewhere, in the far distance, a voice whispered a warning: Be careful, Maddy. Think about it, Maddy. Oh, Maddy! Don't do anything stupid. But the warnings sounded less compelling than the words of another voice, Haleema's voice, whispering softly, insistently: "Lean back, Maddy. Relax, Maddy. Oh, Maddy! Let me touch you." For a moment, in which her heart pounded in her chest, Madeleine felt almost paralysed. Then, very slowly, she leaned back against the seat, releasing the tension from her limbs, parting her legs wide. Her thighs quivered as Haleema's clasping hands moved along them, the fingertips pushing back the blue skirt. "Very nice," said Haleema, her eyes ogling Madeleine's revealed underwear, her fingers caressing the white cotton. Madeleine purred like a cat when a finger stroked gently up and down her crotch, the delicate nerve-endings in her vagina feeling the sensation as keenly as if she had already discarded her panties. Haleema's touch was exquisite and tantalizing, her fingertips moving expertly across Madeleine's mound, tracing the outlined shape of a slit that was already moist beneath the smooth material. "Pull up your skirt," Haleema whispered. "Pull it back to your waist, above your hips." Madeleine obeyed without hesitation, feeling strangely powerless to resist the demands of this exotic girl. Nor did she want to resist, for then the delightful sensations might suddenly cease, the probing fingers might be withdrawn for ever, the girl returning dejectedly to her own seat. "I don't want this to stop," she murmured dreamily, speaking her thoughts aloud though not indending them to be heard. "Good!" the schoolgirl replied, running her hands feverishly over Madeleine's exposed hips and belly. "Neither do I." Haleema found Madeleine's slim, supple body utterly enthralling, rightly guessing its firmness to be the result of vigorous sessions at the gym. To Haleema this seemed especially arousing, her favourite erotic image being a submissive female athlete in scanty, sporty underwear. With heightened zeal her fingers roamed all over the white panties, relishing the texture of tight, stretchy cotton, trailing along the delicate lace edging of the waistband, pressing the damp material where it covered Madeleine's slit. With careful flicks of her fingernails, Haleema teased the hidden clitoris until it protruded from its concealing hood, its little stiff head poking up beneath the cotton. Madeleine's body began to tremble, her chest heaving under the blue suit, her breath shortening to a series of desperate gasps. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened, the tip of her tongue snaking out to slowly lick her moist lips. Her orgasm came sooner than she expected, rushing upon her like a hot wave, drowning her senses before she had chance to prepare herself for the storm. The moan of pleasure that emerged from her throat was so shrill that its noise startled Haleema, disturbing the rhythm of her caress, which promptly ceased as she sat back to watch Madeleine's climax. "Oh God," Madeleine groaned, licking sweat from her upper lip as the spasms gradually subsided. For a while she could say no more, concentrating all her thought on the small zones of discomfort that sizzled in various parts of her body: her erect nipples throbbing as they swelled in the cups of her bra, the itchy scratchy sensation of her shirt against her skin, the clammy dampness in the crotch of her panties. Haleema slumped in the opposite seat, her dark eyes scanning Madeleine's face, a half-smile flickering across her mouth as she waited for the blonde woman to recover. With one hand she absently toyed with her green tie; with the other she gripped the hem of her short black skirt. When Madeleine eventually opened her eyes she knew at once that Haleema expected the favour to be reciprocated. The girl's slender brown thighs were already parted and the black skirt was being drawn back, slowly, to reveal green cotton panties that Madeleine immediately recognized. "Surely not?" she mused, chuckling softly. "Does that weird old school still enforce the rule about underwear?" Haleema nodded, returning the smile. "Of course! Nothing much has changed since you were a Sanderson pupil, Maddy. Even those of us who reach eighteen are still required to wear the full school uniform, including these funny green panties." She gave a knowing wink and added: "But most of us frequently break the rule, risking the consequences for the guilty pleasure of wearing something silky under our skirts." "I'm very glad to hear it," said Madeleine, sitting up to straighten her clothes. When she began tugging her skirt back in place she received an angry scowl from Haleema and immediately reversed the movement, pulling the garment high around her hips. "That's better," said the schoolgirl. "I want to look at you while you touch me." "What if I choose otherwise?" Madeleine inquired. "Maybe I don't want to touch your panties, nor let you continue to see mine?" In response, Haleema merely smiled, sitting back and spreading her legs wider, pulling the black skirt all the way up to her waist. With a leisurely finger she beckoned Madeleine to lean forward, the request being met without protest. "That's right, Maddy," Haleema whispered. "Give me your hand. I'll place it on my panties, like that. Can you feel the shape of my mound? Move your finger up and down the groove between my pussy lips, nice and slow. God, Maddy, that feels so amazing! Just keep doing it, please keep doing it." Madeleine tried to convince herself that she wanted to withdraw her hand, but in her heart she knew a different truth. Touching Haleema felt exciting, kinky and incredibly erotic. The fact that the experience was occurring during a casual encounter on a train made it seem even more sensual. For the first time in many years she felt bold and daring and dangerous, her demure executive image cast aside as her inquisitive fingers flittered and groped. "You're so gorgeous!" she remarked, admiring the Indian girl's breathless young body. The contrast between olive-brown skin and bright green underwear fascinated her, though she couldn't understand why. Touching those familiar panties certainly conjured pleasant memories, the sight of her own fingers tracing small circles over a green cotton mound reminding her of secret trysts behind the school buildings and of furtive upskirt gropings with a breathless classmate. "You're very wet," she observed. "Have you peed your pants?" "Don't be silly, Maddy," came the faint reply. "You know perfectly well why I'm so wet down there." "Only joking," said Madeleine, returning her attention to the task. Soon, she realised that using one hand was not enough, not when she so urgently desired to explore Haleema's body. The extra hand allowed her to feel around the girl's hips, to reach behind, to squeeze and caress Haleema's bottom through the shroud of smooth material. The flesh felt firm and warm, the buttocks wriggling as Madeleine's fingers tickled the cleft between them. Meanwhile, at the front, the teenager's soft-lipped vagina quivered at each slow caress, its oozings so copious that a dark moist patch now stretched from thigh to thigh. Haleema's jet-black pubic hair showed through the thin green cotton as a triangular shadow above the dampness. "Oh Maddy," the girl mumbled, her brown eyes opening wide, her mouth forming an oval, her right hand reaching out to stroke Madeleine's blonde hair. "I wish ... " But her words were cut short by the onset of a shuddering orgasm, her spine arching away from the seat, her small bosom thrusting against the white shirt. The sight of Haleema's climax had a strange effect on Madeleine. For reasons that she could not herself identify, she left her seat and leaned over the girl, placing a passionate kiss on the open mouth, before sitting back abruptly. At first, Haleema seemed to be unaware of the kiss, as though her mind was too occupied with the sensations coursing through her body but, after half a minute of gasping and murmuring, she looked across at Madeleine and grinned. "Thank you, Maddy," she said, her eyes moist with the teardrops of sweet satisfaction. "Thank you for your tender touch, and for your lovely kiss. I do hope you meant it." "The kiss?" said Madeleine, straightening her skirt and wondering if the rear of the garment displayed a small damp mark. Her vagina still felt so wet that she imagined it making a squelching noise if she tried to walk too quickly. "That kiss was a knee-jerk reaction and I have no idea why I did it. Probably because you're so pretty, or because I'm pleasantly reminded of something I used to enjoy doing with my special friends at Sanderson." "You could enjoy it again, if you want to," Haleema replied, relaxing into her seat but only partly putting her skirt back in place. "We could exchange phone numbers, which would be so cool. I could really fall in love with a woman like you." Madeleine's gaze dropped briefly to the gap between the schoolgirl's thighs. "I can still see your panties," she said. "Is that because you hope the view might tempt me to take up your offer?" The light faded from Haleema's eyes and her mouth drooped . "Don't you want to meet me again, Maddy?" she asked, her voice soft and faint. Madeleine shrugged, turning away to stare out of the window. The train began to decelerate, slowing its speed as it approached the next stop. Houses began to appear on the high embankment above the track and the carriage passed under several bridges carrying busy suburban roads. "This is where I live," said Haleema, gazing mournfully at the growing townscape. "This is where I leave the train." Madeleine took a deep breath and smiled, turning to meet the girl's anxious expression. "I'm a married woman, Haleema," she explained. "Happily married, too, and I love my husband with all my heart. But meeting you today has been exciting and wonderful, and I will never forget you." Haleema nodded, but spoke no word, though her eyes stared so sadly out of the window that Madeleine felt stricken by remorse. The train's brakes suddenly screeched, the noise rising to a loud metallic wail as the train slowed to a halt. Doors began to open, and people began entering the carriages. Haleema sprang up and looked towards the nearest door, straightening her clothes as she prepared to hurry away. At that moment, Madeleine touched her hand, attracting her attention. Haleema looked down and saw the blonde woman offering a business card. "Call me tonight," said Madeleine. "After nine thirty." Haleema took the card gratefully, clutching it tightly as though it was a rare and secret treasure. Then, with a bright eager smile, she opened the door and leapt out, vanishing quickly into the milling crowd that bustled along the platform. Madeleine sighed, settling into her seat as she checked her phone for messages. She shook her head, wondering if the strange flush of excitement in her veins would subside before she got home. Train Ride This story has been Edited by Angel Love who very kindly sorted it out for me. Many thanks Angel Love. * I was just thinking that I had the whole train carriage to myself for a change when just before the train pulled out an incredibly stunning looking woman in a classic Armani suit came in to the carriage. She was about 5' 10" tall with glossy raven black hair and so good looking it took my breath away. I couldn't keep my eyes off her as she walked through the carriage. There was a strange aura around her, redolent of command and authority and the look she gave me as she passed my seat was one of assured omnipotence. I knew she was aware of the effect that she was having on me and that she had noticed the way I was drinking her in with my eyes. Her glance locked with mine and I felt a weird tingling throughout my body. I was sitting on a seat that had its back to the windows and she took the seat directly across from me. As the train moved slowly out on the last leg of its trip destined to last around 45 minutes she took out a cigarette and leaning toward me just said, "Light it!" Even if I had wanted to I could no more have refused than flown to the roof, there was a strange compulsion in her voice and her eyes seemed to drain away my will. I lit the cigarette with a slightly shaky hand, unable to avoid glancing at the generous cleavage revealed as she leaned forward. "Do you like what you are looking at?" she asked in a dark throaty voice that sent shivers through me. "Oh God, yes!" I said nervously, "You look f-f-fantastic, you're so beautiful." This was so strange. I'm no Captain Fantastic, but I am way past the stage where a beautiful girl turns me to jelly. Yet this stranger was having precisely that effect on me. She slowly undid two of the buttons on her blouse to reveal a gossamer thin ivory silk bra with two wonderfully shaped breasts enclosed within. Dark brown aureoles with jutting nipples were filmily visible under the silk. All the time her eyes were fixed on mine, as if she was feeding hungrily on the burgeoning lust evident there. I reached out toward those lovely breasts and she said sharply, "No!" then, "Put your hands on the armrests and keep them there." I did so immediately, there was something totally compelling in her voice. She then took two silk scarves from her handbag and proceeded to tie both my hands to the seat. Once more I felt that there was nothing I could do to stop her. It was as if she had completely hypnotized me. Her eyes and voice had drained my will. When my hands were restrained to her liking she stood directly in front of me, rocking slightly with the movement of the train. Taking off her jacket, she neatly folded it on her seat, then came back in front of me and undid the rest of her blouse. She then unclasped the bra allowing her full, luscious breasts to sway free. They were quite large but also firm without any of the sag that would be there in just a few more years. She leaned slowly toward me so that her breasts were within an inch of my face and slowly rocked from side to side, swinging them closer and closer to my almost drooling mouth. At first I tried to reach out to grab them, but though the silk scarves were only loosely tied I couldn't get my hands past them. Though the silk was deliciously soft, it might as well have been iron bands round my wrists. I stretched out my tongue as far as I could and she allowed me to just lick each nipple as they swung gracefully in front of me. Each time my tongue caressed a nipple she gave a sharp hiss of indrawn breath. When I tried to suck one into my mouth, she just pulled back slightly saying, "Oh no, not yet. You have to earn that pleasure." I groaned in mild frustration and she looked down at my groin to my erect and straining cock, trying to force its way out of my jeans causing a huge bulge. "I'll let that out soon," she said, "at the right time for me." Then she pulled her breasts out of my reach and began to rub her own nipples right in front of my face, rubbing the slick moisture from my tongue all around them. This made her breathing become a little faster, and my cock was pushing fiercely at my jeans now. Her slow, teasing movements were driving me frantic with desire. With one hand still massaging her nipples, the other hand went to the hem of her expensive skirt and slowly raised it to reveal ivory silk panties matching her bra. As she slid her hand over the pubic bulge in her panties, she leaned right in toward me again and I could suddenly smell the aroma emanating from her. It was a harsh, tangy smell; one that went right to the primal sex center of the brain causing me once more to groan in an agony of frustration and desire. She stroked her beautifully manicured long fingers over and around herself over the silk panties, an evident patch of wet growing in the middle and the scent becoming even stronger. Her breathing was becoming a little more ragged and uncontrolled now. She pushed one hand under the elastic side of her panties and worked first one, then two fingers into herself. After a few slow frigs, sliding her fingers in and around her dripping hole, she pulled out the fingers and held them under my nose. The wetness on them glistened, and the scent was overwhelming. I inhaled as deeply as I could, then stuck out my tongue and licked her sticky juices clean from the fingers. At this point her hand moved to the waist of my jeans and she carefully unzipped me. The sense of release as my cock sprang free from the constraint of my jeans and pants was almost enough to make me cum on the spot and there was already a large amount of pre-cum juice leaking from the end. I wanted no more than to grab hold of my turgid cock that was pulsing and straining toward her and ram it as far up that delicious smelling hole as I could, but the restraints on my hands prevented me doing anything other than just wishing it. She laughed deep in her throat and once more began to frig herself inside her panties, but this time her other hand encircled my engorged cock. The feeling was amazing, her slim fingers were cool on my red-hot tool, and as they slowly wanked it up and down it grew larger than I had thought possible. I could now hear delicious slurping sounds from her as her fingers worked inside herself, the front of her panties now liberally soaked with her juice. As she felt my thighs tremble and my hips begin to buck under her wanking hand she stopped at once again saying, "Oh no, not yet, you cannot come until I tell you to." Although her voice was now quite shaky and her breathing was almost as fast as mine. She backed away a little and slid her panties right down, elegantly stepping out of them, slowly revealing a fabulously smooth mound with delicate crimson lips surrounding her center that was soaking wet, pearls of moisture glistening on her neatly trimmed jet black pubes. Moving back in front of me she climbed up onto my seat and opened her legs lewdly right in front of my face. Almost in desperation I jammed my face forward and lapped furiously at the feast in front of me. She was so wet it was almost like drinking from a pool, a spicy tangy pool, slightly bitter but oh so sweet! I pushed my tongue into her as far as I could, straining to reach as far inside her as possible and feeling all the ribs of her inner muscles surrounding my tongue. My face was soaked in her juice now and I could feel her muscles beginning to twitch against my tongue in anticipation of the orgasm winding up inside her. Just as I thought, she was going to come on my face. With what I thought was superhuman control she pulled away from me and if I had not been tied down I would have gone with her, desperate to have her cum juices in my mouth. Once more she looked directly into my eyes, seeming again to feed off the lust there. "You will NOT come inside me yet!" she said, and it seemed to me that there was no way I could avoid it when she turned her back to me and sank slowly down onto my cock. With those cool slim fingers guiding my rampant cock it slurped into her sopping wet hole as she sat back on it, just far enough for the head to be immersed. The change from her cool hand on my cock to the raging heat and silky soft skin inside her made me cry out for her to fuck me. Although I could feel the cum boiling in my balls, her instruction kept repeating in my brain and though there was nothing I wanted more than to gush a fountain of spunk inside her that command kept it from happening. I tried to thrust my hips up to enter her more, but she kept it so that just my cock head was inside, then she told me to stay still, and again I had to obey. She then just sat there letting the motion of the train rock my cock inside her. My senses seemed to sharpen so much that I could feel every ridge and fold inside her as she rocked over my cock head in time with the train's motion. I could feel her hot juices running down over the length of my cock and could not believe the agony I was feeling from my desperate need to cum. My balls felt as if they had been filled up from a pressure hose and they would soon burst under the strain. Slowly she was impaling herself further and further on my raging cock and though I tried with all my might to thrust up into her she was in total control and I could only moan and groan as she serviced herself at her own pace. She was riding my cock with an exquisite rhythm, rapidly lifting up until I almost slipped out of her hole, then slowly sinking back down, wriggling herself onto the whole length of my tool. At each point when my cock was fully in she would pause and squeeze and ripple her inner muscles on it. I was whining and pleading with her now, begging for the release my aching balls demanded. After what seemed an age, I was buried inside her up to the root, her beautiful arse cheeks slapping against my belly with every downstroke. She then began to slide herself faster up and down the full length, her muscles quivering as her own orgasm built, her breath coming in pants and uncontrolled grunts coming from her mouth as she slammed herself repeatedly up and down. Just as I once more felt her muscles beginning to spasm, she slid off my cock with a lascivious squelching noise. Gripping it with one hand behind her she then said, "You can let it come when I tell you to, NOT before!" With saying that she rubbed the head of my soaking cock over the puckered ring of her bumhole, her other hand went to her mouth and came back dripping with saliva which she was using to lubricate herself more, slipping one, then two fingers in her anus to stretch it. Judging by the way her breathing was becoming faster and harsher I knew she couldn't wait much longer. With a breathy sigh she eased herself down, giving little pushes against my cock to ease it into her bum. As my by now hugely swollen cock popped past her ring and surged into her anus she let out a monstrous grunt and a little scream of pain/pleasure. She stayed still for a moment to allow her anus a chance to adjust to the stretching from my cock head, then she began to slowly ride my cock into her arse, deeper and deeper into her bowel. I could feel on my cock that she had at least three fingers in her own sopping hole frigging herself and rubbing more of her sticky flow onto my cock. Now I was pleading and begging her to let me cum, whining like a dog, the pain in my balls almost unbearable. She just carried on grunting like an animal as her thrusts became wilder. At last she yelled, "Come in my arse now you bastard, fill me with your hot spunk!" That command unleashed the psychological restraint on me and I could feel the deep joy pulse through my brain as my cum began to surge wildly out of my swollen aching balls and up the length of my cock. She made one final lunge onto my cock and then as I felt all her muscles spasming I heard myself screaming with joy as the first spurt gushed from me. She was clinging to the underside of my legs pulling herself down hard on my cock as it began to pump more and more of my spunk up her bowels. Her sphincter was gripping and releasing my cock in the throes of her own orgasm as if trying to milk it. After the first three huge spurts had emptied into her I took advantage of the loss of her control over me to thrust my own hips savagely in and out, needing to completely empty my engorged balls. She clung weakly to me as each thrust sent another gush deep inside her. The quantity of spunk inside her now was so great that it was beginning to force its way back out, slurping and squelching over my cock and down my balls. Eventually, after about four more squirts I had emptied my balls completely. The train rattled on. After about a minute her breathing had almost returned to normal and she lifted herself off my cock. It came out of her ring with a noise just like a cork popping and was accompanied by a loud gurgling fart that deposited a gush of spunk in my lap where it mingled with the copious mess from her juices and saliva. She reached down and pulled her panties back up, wriggled her skirt back into place and did up her bra and blouse. Once she had put her jacket back on and sat down again opposite me I found that I had to look down at my slowly shrinking cock and the sloppy mess in my lap to believe that anything had happened. She then realised that I was still tied to the seat and came over to me to release the scarves that had held me in place. "Thank you, that was just what I needed," she said with a lascivious smile. "Oh, and you ought to do yourself up. The train will be stopping in about two minutes." The train drew into the station and with one last smile at me she walked away down the platform with a porter scurrying after her to carry her bag. I watched in amazement, unable to believe that she could walk so calmly with about half a cupful of my spunk inside her. My legs were so shaky I could barely walk out of the station. I just couldn't help wondering if I would ever see this remarkable woman again... To be continued Train Ride Ian watched, fascinated, his eyes glued to the perfection that walked in front of him. He had been making his way casually along the street when the long, blonde haired girl had strode purposefully past him. She wore a flared, wide pleated floral mini-skirt that was so short that every third step or so as the hem bounced with her movement, the barest glimpse of her pink panties was visible at the top of her long, thin legs. Ian had quickened his step to match hers and now followed her along the street, admiring her legs and the tight curve of her butt as she strode along, his heart skipping a happy little beat each time the hem fluttered up far enough to show the edge of her underwear. Ian hefted his heavy pack as she stopped at the traffic lights in front of him. He was on his way to the train station to travel interstate and was delighted to get such a great view to fill his mind as a prelude to what was likely to be a very boring trip. He stopped a couple of paces behind and to the right of the girl, giving him a glimpse of the profile of her breasts. She wore a white t-shirt that clung beautifully to medium sized breasts. He glanced up towards her face and blushed as he realised that she was looking back over her shoulder straight at him. Busted! The girl smiled at Ian and he blushed all the more. When the lights changed, she strode off again and Ian allowed her a couple of paces head start before again settling in behind her to enjoy the show. The further he walked, the more he started to wonder where she was headed. He kept waiting for her to turn off and go her own way, but she continued to head in the direction of the train station, his own destination. Sure enough, at the final set of pedestrian lights, she crossed ahead of him into the station building. As she descended the stairs, her skirt bounced even more delightfully than it had when she'd walked on the flat pavement. He caught a longer, more tantalising glimpse beneath her skirt, seeking a little more of the curve of her delightful butt as she hurried down the steps. Once within the station, she turned to head for the toilets and Ian realised that he'd finally reached the point where he'd have to go his own way. He sought out the right platform for his train and then made his way aboard to get settled in before the long journey. The first part of the carriage in which he sat had club style seating so that people could sit and talk to each other, whilst in the latter part everyone sat facing the direction that the train would travel. He sat close to the aisle, his backpack on the seat next to him. There wasn't anyone else in the wagon at that point and he pulled out his book, settling in for a nice long read as he travelled. Gradually the seats on the train filled with Ian glancing up each time that someone entered, curious as to whether he would need to move his bag or if anyone worth looking at was boarding the train. He glanced at his watch with five minutes to go until departure and then buried his head back in the book. He sensed movement and glanced up. He was astonished to see the girl that he'd walked behind to get to the train station enter the carriage. Now however, she pulled along a travel bag as she stepped ontot he train. She paused at the door, surveying the seating arrangements. Her eyes met Ian's and lingered. The ends of her mouths turned up delightfully in a smile and she walked down towards where he was sitting. Ian sat transfixed as she approached. When she reached the part of the train where he was seated, she turned to the club seat arrangement on the other side of the train (currently empty) and sat down over by the window. She sat with her back to the rest of the train, leaning into the corner formed by the window. Ian tore his gaze away and attempted to resume reading his book. The train departed the station on its long interstate trip and Ian continued to pour his way through his book. He found concentrating very difficult though, because every time that the girl shifted position, his eyes were torn from the pages to see whether she was revealing a glimpse of her panties. He kept the glances brief, trying to ensure that they would come off as accidental, but he had a feeling that he was regularly being busted in his looking. He simply avoided looking up at the girl's face to get confirmation. An hour into the journey, Ian had managed to settle down somewhat, managing to peer across at the beauty in the next seat only every third or so time that she moved. At least up until the point that he noticed that she had adjusted herself slightly and was now angled directly towards Ian, her skirt resting across the tops of her thighs. He was tantalised by the little triangle of darkness formed between the skirt and her things which were demurely held together. In this position it would take only the slightest parting of her thighs for her pink panties to be revealed and so once again, he found himself glancing continuously over the top of his book towards where she sat, hoping even for a small peek. And then it happened. It was almost as if it occurred in slow motion. The girl's thighs parted as she adjusted her position a little and Ian's eyes were glued to the triangle that the movement revealed. Not a triangle of darkness this time, but a triangle of pink cotton that sent his cock rock hard. Ian glanced up as her thighs closed once more on the view. The girl was looking straight at him. Once again he found his face warm as a blush painted him red. The girl smiled at him. Ian was stunned. She had a beautiful smile, her lips, untouched by lipstick parted to reveal white, even teeth and her blue eyes sparkled, seeming to pierce through him as she watched him. It was a pattern that repeated itself several times over the next 20 minutes. Ian would glance over to try and get a peek, the girl's thighs would briefly part and then they'd close and he'd find the girl looking at him, smiling. It was a game that he would have been happy to play all the way to the next state. But then things changed. As Ian held the girl's gaze following a peek at the cute little pink triangle of fabric, she glanced down at her lap. Ian's eyes automatically followed the direction of her glance. As he looked, her thighs parted again, but this time, it was no short peek. Her legs spread wide and her hands pulled the hem of her skirt towards her waist. Ian could see more than a triangle now, he could see the crotch of her panties pulled up tight against her pussy. He didn't even attempt to not stare and all but drooled as he drank in the sight. After what seemed like an eternity (even though it would have amounted to mere seconds) she calmly pulled her thighs together again and smoothed the short skirt down over them. Ian moved in his own seat, his stiff cock now an impediment to sitting comfortably and returned his gaze to the girl's face. She was grinning broadly at him. Ian didn't know what to do. He'd never before had a girl flash her knickers at him. Did it mean that she wanted more? Should he do something? Or was she just a tease and that was all he was going to get? He didn't know and lacked enough information to make a decision. He opted for continuing to attempt to read his book. Ian's was just noticing that his cock was getting back to a normal and more manageable state when the performance was repeated. This time when she closed her legs and their eyes locked, she patted the seat opposite her and spoke. "Why don't you come a bit closer? I'm Jane," she said simply. Ian glanced at his luggage and decided that he could leave it where he was, but moved to sit on the seat opposite where Jane was. "Hi Jane, I'm Ian," he said, offering his hand for her to shake as he moved to take the seat. She took his hand and he noticed how soft her skin was. She held his grip firmly as she shook his hand and released it as he sat down. "I noticed you following me to the train station," Jane said as he placed his book beside him. "No, not following you, walking coincidentally in the same direction," Ian responded, smiling. Jane lifted her right foot from her slip on shoe and put it on the seat next to Ian. Ian couldn't help but peer down to see what he could see. The answer was very little as Jane's hands were resting in her lap and holding the skirt down. But then she lifted her left foot so that it rested on the other side of him against the seat. Once more Ian's eyes travelled down to check what had been revealed. This time her panties and crotch were clearly visible. "You like looking at my panties, don't you?" Jane asked him. Ian was shocked by the candour of the question initially, but then realised that if the girl was going to sit like that, then perhaps he shouldn't be shocked at all. "Yes actually, I do." He replied. "It makes your cock hard looking at them, doesn't it?" It was more statement than question and Ian noticed that Jane was very pointedly staring at his crotch. "Yes," Ian croaked out hoarsely as he swallowed. It was like there was a walnut stuck in his throat. "It turns me on too when you look at them," she said, grinning at him. "It makes me wet." As Ian watched, Jane's hand descended to her crotch and her fingers traced lightly over her panty clad pussy. Ian swallowed even harder then. "What turns you on the most about looking at my panties?" she asked him, her fingers continuing to gently caress herself. Ian sat watching, thinking about her question. "You know, I think it was when I was walking along behind you and every now and then it would billow up and give me the briefest glance of your panties hugging your sexy little butt. There was something about the fact that the movement was innocent that just turned me on enormously, that brief forbidden glimpse or something." "Oh, so I should stop being so crude as to just display myself then?" she asked enquiringly, removing her hand to push her skirt down and her legs pressing together. "Oh I didn't say that that didn't turn me on, I just said that those glimpses were the biggest turn on." Jane grinned at him, her legs parting again, panties revealed. This time he noticed that there appeared to be a slight wet patch on her crotch and his cock twitched in response to seeing it. Jane lifted her right foot and started rubbing it along the inside of Ian's left thigh. He swallowed nervously. "I'm going to rub your cock with my foot now," Jane whispered to him, leaning forwards slightly. Then she sat back in her chair and her foot travelled along his thigh until she reached his crotch. She pointed her toes and gently moved the big toe around in a circle against his balls. Then it slid up and along until she was pressing the sole of her foot against his cock. Ian pressed against her, his cock rock hard against her foot. It didn't last long, but Ian was left sitting, looking down at his crotch as her foot moved downward and away, leaving his cock stiff as a board. Ian glanced back past Jane to see if any of the other passengers were taking any notice of what was going on at the end of the carriage. They weren't. He looked back to Jane's crotch, wondering about the treasure that lay hidden behind the thin veil of pink cotton. "I'm sorry for asking this," he said, "but I've never been approached like this before, but do you do this often?" "Do what? Start molesting hot guys on trains?" Jane responded. "Well, yeah," Ian replied. "To be honest, no, but I've been horny all day and the way you kept looking at me started to turn me on. I wondered if I could be brave enough to do something about it. I surprised myself when I did. "Ahh, and so where to from here?" Ian asked nervously. "That's a good question. Do you have an answer to your own question?" Ian hesitated, unsure as to where to take things. As he considered what response he might make, Jane glanced around the train, looking at the other passengers. When she'd noted that none of them were paying any attention, she moved her feet back to the floor. She placed her hands upon Ian's knees and slid them up his thighs, pushing them apart as her hands moved closer to his crotch. Ian started and looked about the carriage when she then slid quickly to the floor to be kneeling between his legs. "Well how about you get this nice piece of meat out and let me see what I might get to play with? That's where I'd like this to go next." Her fingers traced the outline of his cock in his jeans. "What, here?" "Yes, here. I want you to get it out right here in public, it turns me on." and as she spoke, her fingers started working at the zipper of his jeans, sliding it down. She thrust her hand in between and he felt her hand grasp his firm shaft through is boxers. Jane then removed her hand so that she could undo the button that held the fly of his boxers closed. Ian just watched in amazement as she did so, then worked his stiff cock until she could slip it out the access that she'd created. Ian had to shift a couple of times to accommodate that movement given the size and state of his erection. "Mmm, what a lovely looking cock," she said, eyeing the swollen head of his circumcised penis, her hand firmly holding the shaft and beginning to stroke up and down it, the soft , thin skin slipping over the rigidity of the shaft beneath it. Ian tore his gaze from the sight of this gorgeous girl on her knees stroking his cock to make sure that there was no movement within the carriage, then gasped as he felt Jane's mouth descend over his cock, her tongue sliding along the underside, her lips slipping along his shaft. It was of course enough to draw his attention back to what was happening between his legs and he watched for a few moments as Jane worked her mouth up and down his erection, occasionally drawing her mouth all the way off and licking along either side of him. She smiled up at him between sucks of his cock Ian kept scanning the carriage to ensure that they weren't about to be busted in this compromising position and was rewarded for his vigilance moments later. "Someone's coming," he hissed under his breath as Jane sucked long and hard, drawing most of his thick cock into her mouth. She calmly sucked back up the length of him and then sat in her seat, leaving Ian to deal with his exposed manhood. Ian scrambled to get his cock back into his pants and then just dropped his book over his crotch when he realised that he wouldn't have time to get his zip done up. The woman that made her way past him towards the back of the train where the toilets were gave him a funny look as he sat somewhat oddly in his seat, but it was nothing untoward. When Ian's gaze returned to Jane, she was grinning broadly at him. "I bet she'd like to have a suck on that nice big cock," she said to him. Ian laughed nervously, not sure of how to respond. Jane's feet returned to their prior position either side of his knees and he took another look at her panty clad crotch. "Maybe I should ask her when she comes back," Jane teased. "I think perhaps not," Ian replied, grinning. "Yeah, she might not let me have another go if I did that," Jane said, drawing a laugh from Ian. "So have you ever had any sort of sexual experience on a train before?' Jane asked him after a couple of moments of silence. "No, I can't say that I had. In my fantasies, it was the sort of thing that might have happened with a stewardess, but I'd not thought about a train." "Ahh, the mile high club hey? I can't say that I'm a member," Jane laughed. "Maybe we can start the metre high club … as she finished making the statement, her feet slipped back to the floor and her gaze shifted to be looking over his shoulder. Ian followed her gaze to see that the woman that had recently walked past them was returning. "Excuse me," Jane said, stopping the woman and Ian's heart leapt in his chest, his pulse racing. "Yes dear?" the lady asked, smiling back at Jane. "Do you know the time difference to the next city?" "They're half an hour ahead of us dear." "Thank you," Jane replied and the woman moved on. Ian released a breath that he hadn't realised that he was holding onto, and Jane burst into laughter, all but curling up into a ball on her seat. "You should have seen your face!" she managed to laugh out. "Man I should spank you for that!" Ian said. "Is that a threat or a promise?" Jane said cheekily as she managed to calm down and retake her position on her seat. Once again she placed her feet either side of Ian. "You can take it any way you please," he said. They continued the ride in silence for a while, Ian casually admiring Jane's panties and wondering whether she really meant that they could start a metre high club, or if he'd even get a peek beneath her panties. Jane was watching out the window, occasionally turning to meet Ian's gaze, smiling when she caught him admiring her. She wiggled in her seat a bit and then said to Ian, "I hate it when my panties get all uncomfortable. Standing in front of him so that her waist was level with his eyes, she reached under her skirt and behind her and adjusted her knickers. Ian could just imagine the way she'd be hooking her fingers under the seams around her butt and settling the panties back in place. Then she surprised him further by lifting the front of the skirt so that her panties were very exposed only inches from where he sat. She rubbed down along them, pushing the fabric against her pussy, then settled them into what must obviously have been a more comfortable position. Once she'd sat down again, Ian too needed to move, his cock now well and truly stiff again. He was emboldened by what had happened at this stage and decided that if ever there was a time to take action and be proactive, now was probably it. He eased his left foot out of the runner that he was wearing and then did the same with his right. Reaching down, he pulled his socks off and tucked them into the shoes. As he did so, he took a good long look at Jane's crotch, suddenly very close to his face. She made no move to stop him looking. Now barefoot, Ian placed his right foot on the seat between Jane's legs and slowly moved it sideways until it touched the inside of her left thigh. Jane looked at him and raised an eyebrow. Ian just winked. Then his foot began gently caressing her thigh, rubbing back and forth, each small movement taking him further along her leg, closer and closer to her pussy. The whole time, Jane held his gaze. Ian didn't look away from her eyes, just feeling the soft skin of her thigh with his foot, wondering if it would get to a point that she'd stop him, or whether he'd get to feel that soft cotton with his toe. It seemed to take an eternity, but finally it did happen, his toe made contact with the edge of her panties. Daringly he shifted his foot to the left so that his toe was centred and pressed gently against her pussy. He ran it up and down, pressing against the fabric and the wonders that lay beneath. Jane moaned. She shifted her butt forwards, pushing harder against his foot and lay her head back, eyes closed. Ian looked past her, belatedly starting the process of checking for interruptions as he moved his foot against Jane's pussy. Jane lay back and enjoyed the attention. Ian could feel the crotch of her panties dampening and emboldened by this realisation, moved his foot so that his toe nudged at the edge of the panties. He wiggled and probed until his toe slipped beneath the fabric. Jane opened her eyes and met Ian's. She raised an eyebrow as Ian's toe made contact with her pussy. Ian used his toe to push aside the crotch of her panties, revealing her pussy to the air conditioned air of the carriage. Her lips were slick, devoid of hair and swollen with her arousal. He started to move his toe between her lips, but Jane's hand reached out and stopped his foot. Train Ride "I'd rather you didn't use your toe," she said, smiling at him. "Oh, what would you suggest then?" Ian asked as his foot slipped from her panties. Jane adjusted them again, settling them back over her pussy, notably giving herself a rub on the pussy as she did so. "Well you could always return the pleasure I gave you previously," she suggested. Ian looked at her sceptically. "Here?" "I dare you," she said, grinning. Ian glanced about the train again, making sure that everyone was settled in their seats, then slipped to the floor as Jane had done earlier. He had to sort of kneel sideways to get his face down level with her crotch and Jane lifted one leg, resting it across his back. Ian was just about to pull the crotch of Jane's panties aside when he said to her, "How are you going to warn me if someone's coming given you're facing the back of the train?" Jane just grinned at him. "I think we should swap seats," he said. Moments later, with Jane facing the other way, Ian pulled aside the fabric of her panties, getting his first close up view of her pussy. He lips were indeed completely devoid of hair, with a very thing, very short crop of pubic hair forming line just above her slit. There was already a sheen of moisture on her lips and a pearl-like drop of fluid nestled between them. Ian leaned in and licked his tongue up between her lips, bringing that pearl to his mouth, tasting her for the first time. Jane moaned as he made contact with his tongue and kept her legs spread as he lapped at her again, his tongue tracing up and own her labia, pleasuring her. He took his time and licked every element of her, outside and inside her pussy, teasing at her clit, pushing his tongue pointedly within her, lapping along her. He flattened his tongue and thinned his tongue and worked it in and out and back and forth over and over again, Jane suppressing her desire to moan more audibly. Ian felt Jane's hands on his head as he flicked his tongue back and forth over her clit before settling to rub against it firmly, small, precise movements. He was really getting into it when he felt Jane push his head back firmly. "Company," she said quietly, clearly disappointed. Ian quickly sat back up on the seat, now occupying the one that Jane had originally had filled. Jane had her hand thrust firmly between her legs, holding her skirt down, but obviously applying pressure against her pussy at the same time. A couple of young men made their way past them to the carriage beyond, each of them clearly taking the opportunity to admire Jane as they passed. "God that was good," Jane said to Ian once they'd passed. "Happy to have been of service," he grinned. Jane put her hands on his knees and then leaned across the intervening space, her lips meeting his and her tongue thrusting into his mouth. Ian hadn't expected the kiss, but he welcomed it as he felt her full lips pressed against his. Jane's tongue twirled about his own and he responded in kind, duelling with her. Jane broke the kiss and sat back in the seat. "I taste good on you," she said, smiling. Ian grinned. "I bet you'd feel good on me too." "Oh there's no bet there. I will most certainly feel good on you. But that's for later." They swapped places again after a few moments and simply enjoyed the ride, swapping small talk and stories, occasionally teasing each other with their feet. As the sun set over the horizon, the train continued its journey, wending through the countryside, moving further from its point of departure and rapidly chewing up the miles to its destination. "Would you like to have dinner with me?" Ian asked Jane after an announcement over the PA informed them that the dining car was now serving meals. "I'd love to," Jane said and they both made their way to eat. Following dinner, they returned to their seats. Gradually the other passengers settled to sleep, pillows and blankets becoming prevalent throughout the carriage. Jane excused herself and told Ian that she needed to pee. Ian picked up his book and started reading. When Jane returned she sat back down and placed her feet either side of him. Instinctively, Ian glanced down at her crotch. He was surprised, but delighted to see that she now wore no underwear. He took some time admiring Jane's pussy. "Now that's a delightful sight," he told her when he eventually managed to tear his gaze away. "I thought you might like it," she said. Ian reached across to run his hands up Jane's thighs as he'd done with his foot earlier in the day. Jane spread her legs further and shifted forwards, enabling him access to begin caressing her pussy with his fingers. He ran them up and down her lips and gently between them, feeling the slickness of her slit. After several passes he pushed a finger firmly inside her pussy, drawing a moan of pleasure from her. Ian worked his finger in and out, wiggling and sliding it before adding a second as he sat on the edge of his seat, Jane reclining in her own as she was pleasured. Jane allowed him to finger her pussy for 15 minutes before saying to him, "Make me cum. I want to cum on the train Ian. Ian adjusted things slightly so that he had the first two fingers of his left hand slipping slowly in and out of her pussy and the thumb of his right rubbing over her clit. "Fuck yes," he heard Jane whisper as he started rhythmically pleasuring her button of ecstasy. He focussed on keeping his movements firm and steady, listening for changes in Jane's breathing, for hints of what was working and stoking her fire. Minutes later, he heard her breathing quicken as she panted and then her thighs were clamped together around his hands. Jane twitched and shuddered and her hands stilled his wrists in addition to the clamping of her thighs. For long moments she said nothing and held still before slowly releasing him and allowing him to withdraw. Ian sat back, grinning. "Fuck that was good," Jane said to him a little later when she had recovered. "I so wanted to scream," she laughed, "but I thought that may have had us in a spot of bother. " "Quite possibly," Ian said, laughing. "So what about you, want to lose your first ever load on a train?" Jane asked him. "You know, it wasn't part of the journey plan, but I'm happy to adjust the schedule," he replied. "Well I think you should lose your pants first," Jane told him. "Um that could be a little difficult." "Don't you have a pair of shorts or something in that bag?" she asked, her eyes going to his luggage on the seats on the other side of the train. "Um yeah, I do," he replied. "Well put them on and slide them down, I'll get you a blanket and we'll cover you up if anyone comes," Jane said. Ian moved over to his luggage, conscious of the erection that he was sporting in his jeans. He noticed that almost everyone was asleep now, with only one or two sets of eyes following his movement across the train. He dragged out a pair of shorts and turned to tell Jane that he was just going to go to the toilets to get changed. "Nu uh, do it here," she said. "But I need to pee!" "So go pee, but I want you to change here," she said, grinning. Ian shook his head, but dropped the shorts onto the seat next to his book before heading off to the toilet. When he returned, there was a blanket sitting on the seat beside where he'd been sitting. He picked up his shorts and sat down again, his fingers starting to work on the belt, button and zip that held his pants up. Jane watched intently as Ian sat on the edge of the seat opposite her and slid his jeans off down his legs. His cock was thick, long and stiff, standing proudly as he exposed it to her in the train. Before he could arrange his shorts, she'd dropped to her knees on the floor of the train and grabbed his cock in her fist, guiding it to her descending mouth. She sucked hard and long on the head of his cock before bobbing up and down several times and releasing him. Ian grinned at Jane, but pulled his shorts up, his cock clearly delineated against the material. "Like to make it easy for me, don't you?" he teased. "If I wanted to make it easy for you, I would have sat somewhere else," she laughed. "Though having said, that, I think this is making it pretty easy for you," she added, flipping up the hem of her skirt to show her bald pussy to him again. "Yes, I have to confess, that that does indeed make access enjoyably easy," he replied. "So pull your shorts down again." Ian slid his shorts down his legs, keeping the blanket near to hand to ensure that he had a means of covering himself at short notice. Jane turned to look over her shoulder and see if anyone was paying attention. When she was sure that everyone was either asleep or other-wise engaged, she shifted across to where Ian sat. She turned to face the front of the train as he did and then, spreading her legs either side of his, grabbed his cock and sat down, guiding it between her wet lips. Ian groaned as he felt Jane slide herself down the length of his cock, easing between her warm, tight lips. Jane shuddered as she felt the cock fill her. She moved slightly, easing him within her until she sat firmly upon him, his entire cock buried in her pussy. At first Jane only made very small rocking motions with her hips, back and forth, side to side, feeling how the cock flexed and twitched as she moved on it. The she eased her weight forward, sliding up the length a little before sitting back down. Ian bit his lip as Jane worked herself slowly and quietly around and up and down on his cock. He couldn't remember when he'd ever done anything quite as erotic as he was now; having sex with a stranger; on a train. He moved his hands to Jane's hips, assisting her in her movements, encouraging her, lifting her as she moved forwards and pulling her back as she slid back down his cock. He slipped a hand around in front to caress her breast, feeling for the first time the perfectly sized globe of heaven as he squeezed it within her bra. Jane leaned back against him, grinding her pussy on him in circular motions. Ian moved his other hand to her right breast, slipping it up and under the tight white t-shirt, squeezing firmly, feeling her nipple harden against the fabric of her bra. "I want to see your tits," Ian whispered in her ear as she worked herself against him. He nibbled and sucked at her ear lobe and planted soft tender kisses on the nape of her neck as she leaned forward slightly. "Move to the other seat," Jane moaned, easing herself from his cock. Ian swapped seats, sitting now with his back to the rest of the train, wondering what was going to happen. Jane pulled him forward slightly and then knelt over his legs, her knees in the join between seat and seat-back. Again she lowered herself down on his cock, this time facing Ian as she moved against him. Ian slid his hands up the back of her t-shirt this time and finding the clasp of her bra, made short work of the mechanism, releasing the restraint. "Mmm, I love a man who's practised at that," Jane whispered, smiling. Then she fumbled around in the sleeve of her t-shirt, pulling one shoulder strap out and over her arm, before reaching in to the other sleeve and extricating her bra through it. Ian grinned at the performance and his hands grasped her breasts through the t-shirt. "Ready?" Jane asked. "Oh yes," he replied. Jane grabbed her t-shirt and hauled it off over her head! Ian gasped in shock and attempted to look back over his shoulder, stunned that Jane was now sitting astride his cock with nothing above her waist. "I thought you wanted to see them," Jane teased him. The statement brought Ian's eyes immediately back to the nakedness of her chest. His right hand reached up and fondled her left breast as his eyes drank in every detail of her right. The nipple was a pale pink and firm, like a tiny diamond, with a small areola surrounding it, tiny, goose-bumps standing out. Ian leaned down with his head and Jane leaned back to accommodate him as he flicked his tongue out and over the taught nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth. He felt Jane respond by pushing herself down even more firmly on his cock, grinding against him. He could feel the tension building in his balls as he was worked closer and closer to orgasm by Jane's movements upon him. She reached down between them and started fingering her clit as she continued to move up and down and around and around on his cock. He sucked on alternating nipples when he could until he felt Jane stiffen, holding still as her pussy convulsed. He looked at her face, noting that she was biting on her lip to keep from crying out, her face flushed red in the dim light of the train. The convulsions of her pussy on his cock were just the thing that he needed to tip himself over the edge and he uttered a whispered warning. "I am going to cum." Jane slid quickly from his cock to the floor and took his cock in her mouth. Ian marvelled that she took his cock, slick with her juices straight into her mouth, but quickly forgot the fact as he his balls tensed and released. He felt the rush of his cum flood through his cock and eject into Jane's mouth which was tightly clamped over the head of his cock. He pulsed several times, each one accompanied by the rush of his cum. Jane simply swallowed and swallowed until he subsided. Licking one last drip of cum from his cock, she grabbed her t-shirt and pulled it back over her head, grinning at the look of bliss that had enveloped Ian's face. "I take it you enjoyed that?" she asked him several moments later. "Oh fuck yes," he said, his cock now safely tucked back inside his shorts. "Good, because I sure as hell did!" They chatted for a few moments before deciding that they could both use a sleep. Ian arranged himself in the corner of the seat and side of the train and Jane snuggled next to him, Ian's arm draped around her neck and his hand gently covering her breast. He pulled the blanket over them and they dozed off, the rhythm of the train caressing them into sleep. Train Ride Ch. 02 It's the guy from before, and he has a positively lecherous look on his face now. He even licks his lips. You just look at him and nod. I bury my face in your shoulder. He reaches under the seat and takes his phone from his case. With one last, pointed look at me he turns and slowly leaves. Too slowly. I try to pant quietly, until he is gone Then you lift my chin and I see your eyes, they betray your calm exterior, I know how horny you found that, and how tempted you were to take it further, to humiliate me more, to maybe have me show more of myself to him. I'm not sure why you didn't, but maybe you just wanted me too much at that moment. You lift me gently, until I am standing. "You haven't forgotten have you Kara?" I try to think what you are referring to, but my mind is misty from my need to have you. "Your punishment. For earlier? When you sat without permission." My face flushes immediately. Surely you wouldn't. Not here. But I do know you well, and I know you would not be saying this if you were going to let me off. I have never known you make an idle threat, not once since I met you, and all this began. I know that I could walk out now. That this is my choice, and that makes it more humiliating. At once I need this, and crave it, yet want to run. I know you would not hold it against me, that these games could cease right now. But since I met you I have never known pleasure like it. I know you feel the same and I don't want to lose this. No one else unlocked this side of me - it was you. You saw something in me that I had hardly even noticed myself. From the first kiss when you held my hands over my head, and pressed against me, I melted into you. Since then I have craved your touch, hard or soft, and this moment is no different. Your voice brings me back to reality, "Bend over and put your palms flat on the seat Kara." I wait for a split second before obeying you. A second to make the choice. To choose pain and humiliation. Knowing that it will lead to pleasure like nothing else. I bend forwards and put my hands on the seat, and you stand behind me. I feel your cool hand run up my legs and raise my skirt up, exposing my bottom. You fold it neatly up onto my back. Your palm rubs gently across the softly curving cheek, and I tense in anticipation. Slowly, gently your fingers delve into my pussy and spread the lips until my wetness must be soaking you. "My my Kara, it does seem that you are enjoying this despite the colour in your face." I squirm and almost stand up but your hand firmly places mine back down. My stomach cartwheels and I fidget trying to relieve the heavy sensation between my legs. "Stand still please Kara." I take a deep breath and steady myself. Not knowing what is coming next is what drives me so crazy. You do nothing but wait, knowing how the tension is building in me. Until just as I think I can't bear it anymore, SLAP. Your hand connects hard with the soft, sit spot on my bottom. Heat spreads out from the spot and warms my legs. SLAP. Again, on the other side, I bite my lip and don't cry out. SLAP. SLAP, SLAP in quick succession, and this time it is hard to keep quiet. I am terrified now that the couple will come back as it seems like I have stood here for ages. I look from the corner of my eye, to reassure myself. I want to squirm out of your way, but I don't, I hold still. An image comes to my mind of what this looks like from where you are standing, and I feel myself getting wetter when I imagine my pink bottom glowing under your hand. I picture you, calm and collected, administering the spanking I deserve. Always in control. Not like me, hot, sweating, panting, writhing, wriggling. You make me like this but never do I see the same from you. The spanking gets harder and harder and I find my mind drifting to that place I have been before. The place where pain and pleasure become the same. All sensations build together, the desperate need to come and the hot, spreading pain from your hand. Oh God, I know I would come now from one touch of your finger on my clit, and when I hear a long moaning sound it takes a minute to realise its me. A flash from the corner of my eye drags me back, and I turn my head quickly to see the guy from before. Just his face in the window, holding his mobile phone. Shit! He has taken a photo! I crane my neck to you to see your response. You are looking up too, but you seem unconcerned, just intent on finishing the spanking you had promised to deliver. I expected the guy to have the decency to hide but instead he just gives you a thumbs up and flashes another leering look at me, before turning slowly and walking away. My mind reeling from embarrassment has been distracted and I feel the pain in my punished bottom. Reading me like you always do, you reach down and slowly circle my clit with one finger. It is like an electric shock jolting through me. So desperate am I to have some pleasure again that I wriggle and squirm on your hand. You tease for a few seconds, until I think I am going to scream, then start to rub the good spot and once again I am a panting, quivering wreck in your hands. I cant keep quiet when I come. I think of the passengers in the next carriage and the guy who might still be outside the door, but nothing can keep the sound in. The release is exquisite, and my body shudders and rocks with the waves of orgasm that crash through my stomach and legs and heat my whole body. It is so amazing that even after the after shocks have subsided I still stand with my palms on the seat. Eyes closed. This is how you make me feel. As if nothing else in the world matters but us. That you are the only one that can do this to me. You crave control and I crave to be controlled, how much more perfect a match could there be? I stand and turn to you, your eyes holding me. I rest against you, our bodies rocking gently with the train, and you stroke my hair. "Go clean up sweetie." I look up at you, I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. "Later" you whisper, and I drag myself away from you. When I come back you are sat by the window as before. Not a hair out of place. As if nothing has happened. The couple have returned from their meal and are sitting silently opposite one another again. I know that I am tidied up but I feel as if both of them must know everything that happened, although I doubt he has told his wife. Its hard, but I hold my chin up and walk past them to my seat in front of you. You hold out your closed hand towards me, and I hold out my palm wondering what you have. You drop something small into my hand and close my fingers. I open my hand and see 2 small clamps. I blush again, and close my hand quickly my eyes wide and curious. I don't know what you have in mind, but my thoughts race to all the places you might plan to put them. You smile and I know that this is going to be a very good weekend. Train Ride Continued Before exiting the train car's restroom, I pulled a handkerchief from my pocket and mopped the juices from around my mouth and chin. I didn't need to go walking back through the car to my seat reeking of sex and having my face looking like a glazed donut; I had never had such an impulsive or hot sexual encounter in my life and my head was spinning. Stepping out I began scanning faces trying to locate Jennifer. Two elderly women sitting together in seats behind mine evidently had picked up on what was going on and glared disapprovingly at me. I ignored them and kept scanning until I spotted her sitting with the guy she had been with in the restroom earlier, the one whose cum I had just swallowed. He was dark haired and probably about forty. They were talking quietly but both were looking at me and smiling. I smiled back briefly and he nodded at me in acknowledgement as I reached my seat. Although the women had looked so disapprovingly at me, I did notice the one in the aisle seat eyeing my crotch just before I sat down...maybe she was wishing she had been involved too! The final hour of the train ride seemed to take forever. My hard on subsided but I still had a chubby that I was acutely aware of every second of the way. Jennifer had said follow US off the train, which added another dynamic to the scenario, but I made up my mind I was going to do just that. I had a room reserved at a downtown hotel myself, but there was no way I was going to miss out on the opportunity to party with this hot couple! Finally the ride ended and after disembarking I waited for them on the walkway into Union Station. As they approached, I shook hands with them and we introduced ourselves. I offered to carry Jennifer's bag and fell in behind them as we left the station and walked about three blocks to their hotel. Just before entering, Jeff turned to me and said, "Why don't you hang out by the doors while we check in, then follow us to the elevators, ok?" The elevator ride was a little awkward because there were others on the car as well, and I was acutely aware of the smell of sex on my face. Jennifer and Jeff had their arms around each other's waists, obviously a couple, and I stood there holding her bag as well as my own. My heart was pounding with the anticipation of what awaited me. After an eternity, the doors opened and Jennifer looked at me and said "Well, this is us." As we stepped off the elevator, I wondered what the other passengers were thinking. Did they know I was there as a plus one to this hot younger couple? Their servant? I felt deliciously dirty at the thought. Stepping into their room and setting down our bags, Jennifer turned to me and smiled. "Let me explain something to you. We are looking for a pet, and you made a very good showing for yourself on the train. When we made eye contact and you smiled and winked, I thought you might fit the bill very well. Then you passed the initial interview; let's consider this an audition. Interested?" "I think so," I replied. "I guess it depends on what you are looking for." Jeff spoke then. "I'm looking for a good blowjob. Think you're up to it?" As an answer, I dropped to my knees directly in front of him and asked, "Shall I begin now?" They were both smiling broadly when I looked up. He nodded before peeling off his shirt, and I reached for his belt. My hands were trembling a bit but I was determined to carry through and do a good job. His pants slid down around his ankles, and I pulled his boxers down to reveal his cock. He was kind of half hard and fair sized, uncut with a full bush of pubic hair surrounding it and full heavy balls below. He smelled a little funky, but that was to be expected after fucking her on the train, then coming directly here. I took him in my hand and gave the tip a lick, then engulfed his prick with my mouth. The flavors were very strong on that initial suck, dried cum and pussy juices combined with his musk, but I persevered and managed to get some saliva going as his cock began to swell. I had sucked a couple of cocks prior to this, but it had been when I was much younger. I really wasn't very experienced, but I just did what came naturally and tried to do the things I liked to receive. I began to bob my head, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock on the upstroke, then taking as much in as I could on the downstroke. By now he was fully hard, probably a bit longer than my own six inches, but quite thick. I was having a hard time opening my mouth enough to accommodate him, so I stopped momentarily and removed my partial denture and set it on the table. Now there was a gap where my four upper front teeth had been and I was able to accommodate his size better. "Oh my god, that's so fucking hot," gasped Jennifer as she watched me. I glanced at her as I again took Jeff deep in my mouth and she was rubbing her pussy through her skirt with one hand and had her bra and sweater pulled up so she could pinch her nipples with the other. She looked so sexy! Her green eyes glittered with excitement as she pleasured herself while I pleasured her lover. I went back to sucking him, using my hand to jack him where my mouth couldn't accommodate him, fondling his heavy scrotum with the other hand. He grasped my head in both hands and began to piston it up and down his shaft, basically jacking himself off using my mouth. He was getting close; his precum was flowing freely and I soon felt the head of his cock begin to swell. His grip on my head was tighter and his legs were beginning to tremble. "Keep your mouth open," he growled, as he pulled himself out of my mouth. I kept stroking him with my hand and he came explosively. Heavy ropes of cum jetted out of his cock directly into my mouth at first, then on my chin and chest as they began to diminish. I knelt there with my mouth open, his cum pooling in it and a few dribbles clinging to my beard. Jennifer was frigging her clit furiously as she watched and she came, then she reached down and with one finger lifted my chin to close my mouth. "Swallow," was all she said. I did. As I felt the thick heavy liquid go down my throat, I knew I wanted to repeat the experience. My own cock was hard as nails and about to rip right through my jeans, but somehow I knew it would be taken care of very soon. As I flashed my now toothless grin up at both of them I paraphrased John Lennon on that old Beatles recording. "I want to say thank you very much and I hope I passed the audition." That brought a laugh from them both. "I think it's safe to say you did," laughed Jennifer. ...to be continued? Train Ride Home This is based on a dream I had two year ago. I had started writing it the following morning, but moving around, I'd lost track of it. I finished it recently after I came across it backing up my system. The lead-in and foreplay is long for those who wish to get down to the nitty gritty immediately. ------------------------------------------ "Here's your rhubarb and peach cobbler, topped with vanilla-bean ice cream, Navid. Please let me know if there is anything else I can get you. Enjoy!" said the waitress, with the slightest hint of New England charm and tease. She adjusted her bangs to show off her sparkling green eyes to match her congenial smile. Into his first bite, Navid couldn't help but run several scenarios through his mind as to the true intentions of the waitress. Was she slightly attracted to him? Or was she simply being cordial and hoping for a better tip? Sure, she made small talk before he began his three-course adventure. She seemed genuinely interested in the conversations of wine and food pairings after the appetizer course. She even addressed him by name several times, implying his effort to introduce himself was not wasted. But, alas she must have quickly been deterred by his somber attitude after the entrée course. After all, the only thing she really knew of him was that he was celebrating a graduate school admission all alone. Surely, one would expect him to be far more elated and lively. Beyond that one fact, he was a complete mystery to her. His arguments against himself had won, and he fell to the only rational answer, that she was simply a pleasant person, and was doing her job. He quickly finished his dessert and took one last sip of his mediocre Pinot Noir, the one he ordered against the waitress' desire to pair something appropriate to his cobbler. Waiting for the receipt, he took one final look around the bar area and restaurant. He soaked up the full-bellied laughs of the jovial couples hanging off the other end of the bar. He too chuckled, but merely at the out-dated notion that bars were a great place to meet singles. He signed his receipt, leaving a generous tip, and swiftly walked along the narrow path leading to the exit. The fresh, cool summer air felt great on his flushed-red face. He loosened the purple-striped tie enough to unbutton the second button of his off-white oxford shirt, and rolled up his sleeves. He ridiculed himself of his old-fashioned views, but maintained that proper attire was necessary to enjoy a fine dining experience, no matter what the circumstance. Besides, he figured this was the best he's looked in weeks. This was motivation enough to take the longer route to the subway station as well as enjoy the wonderful post-thunderstorm breeze. On his walk, Navid couldn't help but think about his future. He had largely regretted not taking advantage of being in the city the past year. Sure he had co-workers he could call friends, but he never went out on a date nor had an opportunity to hook up. He promised himself that next year would be different. Becoming a student again would help him ease into meeting new women, and he simply had to take advantage of it. Besides, he couldn't let his dry spell last forever. Reaching the subway, Navid scanned his pass, and entered the station. He had a preference for the front of the train. The loudspeaker announced, "Attention Passengers, the next North bound train is now arriving." He quickened his pace to the front as the train pulled in. As he waited for passengers to exit, he heard a soft voice far behind him exclaiming "No...No!" As he was boarding, he saw a petite woman running towards the door. Instinctively, Navid held the door open for the woman, despite the alarm ringing in his ear. The doors reset, and the woman made it safely onto the train. The doors snapped closed behind her, and the train quickly departed. Out of breath, the woman thanked Navid and grabbed a hold of the safety railing next to him. He thought this was odd, as the train was fairly empty, and figured she would want to grab a seat considering her dash. He smiled back to her as acknowledgement of her courtesy, scanning her in the process. The woman was wearing a flattering floral summer dress of purple and white, along with pearl earrings and necklace and flat white ballet slippers. She was several inches shorter than Navid, with a curvy figure and petite waist. She looked a few years older than Navid, but did not bare any rings. Her skin was a dull bronze, and she had perfectly layered hair reaching her mid-back. As the train continued, Navid could not get this woman out of his mind. He used every opportunity to turn his head to look at her. He caught her looking at him as well, each time offering an inviting smile. 'Is she into me?' Navid pondered. After the first stop had passed, Navid was convinced something was odd, as she maintained her position close to Navid on an otherwise empty train car. He had plenty of opportunity, and let his optimism from earlier motivate him to make a move. But what could he possibly say? The next stop approached, and Navid could still not decide on what to say to her. What if that was her stop and he misses this opportunity? What if too much time with silence had passed and saying anything now would be awkward? The train stopped, but the woman maintained her position. Navid took this as a sign. He had to say something. Navid settled that honesty was the only chance he had. The next instance he caught her gaze, he somehow grew the courage to speak. "umm, I'm really bad at this... but I think... you look beautiful tonight, and I... uhh, wanted to, uhh, introduce myself," Navid shyly mumbled. The woman replied, "I'm sorry, did you say something?" Navid panicked. 'Shit, I could still back out,' he thought. But he decided to repeat himself. "oh... ya, I was just saying... Hi, I'm Navid." He put his right hand out to shake. "Hi, I'm Laila." She reciprocated his hand shake. They smiled at one another. Navid noticed Laila had a slight dimple on both cheeks, further accentuating her subtle cheekbones. "Looks like you've had an eventful night." "Ya, I'm a little overdressed. My friends had tickets for the opera earlier today." "Oh, La Bohème is playing, right? What did you think?" "Yea, were you there? It was good, the usual tragic love tale, but the music is just so beautiful." "No, I couldn't manage to get tickets." "So then why are you dressed to impress?" "Oh." Navid laughed nervously. "I went out for dinner." As Navid finished speaking, the train started to pull into his stop. "Well this is my stop. It was nice meeting you, Laila." She replied, "Not so fast, this is also where I get off," with a seductive grin. He allowed her to exit first. Navid couldn't help but notice her hands trying to smooth out the back of her dress, almost as if daring wandering eyes to peek at her curvaceous backside. Navid was careful not to let his glance become noticeable. Trying to give himself courage, Navid thought, 'this is your second chance. Don't let it slip. She seems totally into you.' Navid, thriving off this confidence, caught up next to Laila and inquired, "So if you're not too tired from your evening, I was hoping you might join me for a glass of wine." "Sure, that sounds great." They continued their conversation about their nights as they walked down the street to a wine bar. After settling down with drinks, they spoke of their work and living in the city. Laila, like Navid, was a scientist, though Laila focused mainly on clinical research, and Navid on engineering. Laila was born in New England, and had never lived anywhere else. She loved the big city, and the culture it provided. Her aspirations were to become a physician. Navid, although reticent initially, was encouraged by Laila's receptivity, and spoke about his opinions of the city. He mentioned how he had gotten into grad school out west, and was looking forward to going back to his home state. Laila was delighted to hear the good news, and didn't pass up the opportunity to celebrate with a toast. Navid smiled. After the toast, Laila spontaneously closed in on Navid for a brief hug. Navid nervously wrapped her arm around Laila, and his hands firmly supported her back. The backless dress enabled Navid's fingers to come in contact with Laila's back. Without realizing, his fingers softly stroked her back, giving Laila goose bumps. He quickly leaned back and took a sip of his wine to wipe his conscience. "So, Navid, what happened with your dinner date?" Laila inquired. "Oh, to be honest, I was just celebrating by myself. I figured it had been a while since I've had an enjoyable meal." "Well, I'm glad you got to enjoy some time to yourself. My opera date ended up being kind of a nightmare." She paused. "But I'm glad this night's gotten a lot better." Laila brushed some lint off Navid's shoulder as they both smiled and let her hand drop onto his thigh. She smiled and excused herself to the rest room. Navid used this time to clear his head a little and convince himself that Laila is clearly sending strong signals and that he's not just misreading her interest in him. He also ordered two more glasses of wine. As she walked back, he realized his thoughts were beginning to swirl again. He noticed immediately that Laila was clutching onto her purse very tightly. He also noticed she had a spring in her step, something he amounted to her being drunker than she had realized. As she sat down, Navid noticed her mischievous smile. This was the first time Navid really noticed Laila's amber brown eyes. The fire-red lipstick accentuated her delicious, pouty lips. Her cheeks were faintly pink, a concoction of blush and the alcohol effect. Her hair was pulled back by a band matching her dress, giving Navid perfect view of Laila's neck line, a beautiful patch of delicate skin just waiting to be kissed. Navid yearned to taste Laila's glistening skin. His imagination got the best of him, and started to feel blood quickly rush to his extremities. He readjusted himself, uncomfortably, in his seat. The conversation briefly returned to platonic items like similar interests in reading materials. Near the end of the glass of wine, Navid decided to again change the subject back to personal relationships. "So what type of guys do you usually go for?" Laila replied, "To be honest, there really isn't a certain type. I like guys who I am comfortable talking with. Ooh, and a guy with soft lips." Laila couldn't help but lick her lips as she finished her statement. Navid blushed, and felt his lips being intently and desirably investigated. He could now feel that Laila had been inching closer to him throughout the conversation. Navid made up his mind. He briefly licked his lips, and slowly but swiftly leaned in toward Laila. His bottom, quivering lip first contacted Laila's glistening bottom lip. The top lips then met, creating a moist, intimate connection between the two. Navid leaned towards the right, and slightly parted his lips. Laila refused to break the sensual kiss, and parted her lips to maintain the electricity of their first kiss. Continuing their kiss, Navid finally broke away to catch his breath. He could hear her whisper "wow." "I've been hoping you would do that... for quite some time actually." Laila reminisced. In place of an expected long awkward silence between the two came the waitress asking if they'd like anything else. Saved, Navid instinctively retorted, "I think the check would be great." As she quickly walked away, Navid noticed Laila biting her lower lip, anticipating Navid's next words. Rather than ponder his haste to close the tab, Navid decided to push forward with Laila. "It's getting late. Why don't I walk you home?" Navid inquired, nervously. His eyes scanned Laila's hesitant hands, unsure whether to grab the almost empty wine glass, or her purse. "Sure, although my roommate might not be finished with her romantic evening in with her boyfriend." Laila replied, trying to seem as hesitant as possible. She stared at Navid while clutching the stem of her wine glass, taking the final sip. Her eyes pierced through Navid, almost as a challenge. Navid swallowed forcefully, and summoned his alcohol-induced courage. "Well, maybe we can open another bottle of wine at my place. I only live a couple of blocks from here." His heart stopped beating, waiting in anticipation for Laila's response. He couldn't move his eyes from her. Her lips moved in slow motion to him. "Ya, that sounds like fun." Laila replied, showing the same daring smile she had introduced herself with on the train. Navid took a breath of relief and could feel his heart beating again. He watched her eagerly stand up and grab her purse. He paid the bill, and followed Laila out the door. On the short walk towards his apartment, they spoke of the beautiful star-lit night. However, Navid had a hard time focusing on forming articulate words. He was much more pre-occupied with the endless possibilities of how this night could end, the least of which ended with them enjoying breakfast together the following morning. He started to prepare himself for any excuse she might give to get out of entering his apartment. He even suggested to himself to offer her an opportunity to back out. But he was determined to see this through. When they arrived, he fumbled with the keys, and jiggled the door open. He turned on the lights, and she walked past the entrance to the living room. He nervously offered a quick and abrupt tour of the place, pointing out the restroom, the kitchen, and the bedroom. Had he not been nervous enough to look at Laila during this brief tour, he would have noticed a mischievous expression on Laila's face. Instead, he told Laila to get comfortable on the sofa, while he fished out a bottle of wine and some glasses. She declined. Rather than ask, she assertively followed him towards the kitchen. As he was grabbing two bottles from the rack, he noticed again that she had inched close to him. He could feel the radiating heat from the dining table light on his flushed face. Turning to ask Laila which bottle she preferred, he was surprised by the proximity she had maintained to him. She was in a confident stance, daring Navid to undress her with his eyes. In his attempt to avoid eye contact, he again noticed her glowing skin. It glistened from the humid indoors, and seemed to be screaming for Navid's touch. His eyes averted to Laila's voluptuous lips, glimmering from her constant licking and biting. He then noticed her eyes locked on his lips. He thought to himself, 'this is it; now or never.' He leaned in and placed his lips assertively on hers. Their second kiss was a juxtaposition of their first. They're lips were far more aggressive and adventurous. Laila was the first to part her lips, dominantly engulfing Navid's lower lip. Navid instinctively parted his lips, and inched his tongue towards to meet Laila's. The tide of assertion favored his lips as he took over their embrace. He pushed his body towards her, placed his hands on her waist, and guided her backwards. She placed her hands on the back of his neck, and tilted her head back to gasp from the heat of his lips. Before she realized it, he had worked his way kissing her neck and leaned her against the counter. The intoxicating fragrance from her neck only drove Navid to further devour Laila with his lips. She let out an inaudible moan, wrapping one of her legs around his. Navid, gaining more confidence, slid his hands further back, grabbing Laila's ass. He grinned to himself how perfectly they fit in his rugged hands. Noticing the counter, he scooped her up in one seamless swoop, and placed her on the counter. Laila's legs parted slightly, and Navid pushed himself closer to her. His hands moved back onto her waist, as they maintained their sensuous kissing. Laila could feel Navid's excitement against her warm thighs, and it caused her already moistened pussy to burn red. He slid his hands onto her legs, and slid under the dress onto her smooth thighs. As his fingers worked their way to her inner thighs, he felt her warmth and wetness, and quickly realized that Laila was not wearing any panties. This caught him off guard, and put even more naughty thoughts in his head. He playfully bit her lower lip and pulled away from their electric kiss. "No panties, huh? You're so naughty." Navid teased. "Ya, I couldn't let them get any wetter than they already were, back at the bar. I was wondering how long it would take you to notice." Laila smiled and kissed Navid intently, as she hopped off the counter. She pushed him backwards, and moved her hands to his chest. She took her time grazing over his chest. Even through the shirt, she felt the tightness of his chest. Navid could see in her eyes an appreciation for the effort he took in working out. As he returned his arms around her waist to bring her closer, she began to undo the buttons of his shirt. A quick kiss was broken off by Laila in an attempt to completely remove his shirt. "I want to see what you're hiding under here," she smirked. He replied, "Maybe it's time you get to see the bedroom." He grabbed her hand and tugged her towards the bedroom door. Before entering, he pulled her close for one more kiss. Inside, he removed his tie and shirt, and walked towards the side table to light some candles. She followed him and continued to rub her hands over his shoulders and back, while kissing his neck as he reached over. She watched him pull his undershirt over his head, and continued to run her hands over his glistening torso. He quickly learned her preference for chest hair, as her eyes never once left his chest. She again bit her lip, and he noticed. He rushed over to kiss her, toppling over onto the bed together. He placed his hands into hers as he turned his head to kiss her neck and ear. His attention returned over her jawline and chin, and focused back on her succulent lips. As their tongues explored each other, she assertively turned him onto his back, straddling his hips. They both leaned up continuing their electric kiss, while he reached behind to unzip her dress. She playfully pushed him back onto the bed, and stood up. He watched as she slowly unraveled from her dress, slowly exposing her hourglass body. She gave him a mischievous grin as she noticed him eyeing every inch of her body. Her tone was uniformly a dull bronze, suggesting to Navid she loved to sun tan nude. Her fully shaven pussy was glistening and a radiant light brown to pink. Her lips were throbbing, engorged with heat. Her petite waist highlighted a healthy amount of baby fat near her stomach, which accentuated her curvy hips. Her soft purple bra disappointingly covered her generous breasts. Navid wondered to himself if her panties were part of a matching set. He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him as he sat up. As he tried to reach behind and undo her bra clasp, she pushed him back, and shook her head. She smiled, and her hands dove at his trousers. She kissed him seductively as she undid his button and fly. She kissed her way down, focusing on his neck and shoulders. She took her time working her way down his torso. She seemed to enjoy teasing him, playing with his nipples with her tongue. As she reached his waist, she slid off his trousers. She exhibited some impatience as she reached into his dark grey boxer briefs to handle his already erect cock. She looked up at Navid and smiled, teasing the head of his cock with her timid, soft hands. She continued to kiss around his waist and work her soft fingers around his cock. She finally pulled his boxer briefs down and Navid's cock sprang out. Navid appreciated how her thin fingers embellished his otherwise average-sized cock. Train Ride Home She again looked up at him with a gleam in her eye as she placed her lips on the tip of his cock. She slowly parted her lips, engulfing his girth slowly into her mouth. She used her tongue on the bottom of his head, which elicited a moan of approval from Navid. She smiled and continued to work his head with her luscious lips. Slowly bobbing up and down, she worked her thick lips further down his cock, slowly taking him down her throat. Rather than work her way all the way down, she pulled her mouth off his cock, being sure to lick his tip as she released her grip. She took a breath, and dribbled some saliva onto his head. It was clear she was just as turned on as he was. She again started working her way down his cock with her warm mouth, this time with a slight sense of urgency. She was determined to take every inch of him. Navid moaned in pleasure from the feeling of his cock pushing its way past her tight throat. Feeding off her bobbing frenzy, he embraced his dominance, and placed a hand on the back of her head. He used his hand to encourage her throating efforts, and felt her gag-reflex kick in. She pulled back with slivers of saliva and pre-cum interconnecting her flush lips and his cock. She further lubed his cock with her saliva, preparing for another go at his cock. Her eyes were burning with an insatiable drive. Navid pulled Laila's hair back gently to peer into these fiery eyes. After two more attempts, she was able to take his cock completely down her throat. As a reward, she playfully licked the base of his cock, again prompting a slight gag reflex. She pulled back, smiled, and rotated her head to lick the side of his cock. Navid reveled in the sight of his slippery cock against the flush pink tone of Laila's cheeks, as she continued to lick his clean shaven groin and balls. While Laila was in her trance, Navid slid his hands behind her and undid her bra clasp. With the tone of angels, Laila's perk breasts popped out. Without skipping a beat, Laila maneuvered her arms to remove the bra and offered Navid his first view of these dark areola encompassing mounds. Navid's hands explored Laila's almost C cup breasts. Her soft breasts were a contrast to his rugged, heavily-tanned hands. Her perky breasts reacted sharply as he cupped her mounds. Her sensitive nipples contracted immediately, begging for an electric exchange. Watching her sensuous breasts made him almost forget about her lips. Almost. As she again took him completely into her mouth, his head fell back, as if in surrender. "God that feels good Laila," Navid moaned, encouraging her attention to his cock. Laila again pulled back and coated his cock in saliva. She placed her now confident hand around his cock, and stroked his shaft. Her lips turned their attention to his smooth balls, teasing this delicate patch of skin. She went back to sucking on his cock, licking the pre-cum from the tip. She moaned at the appreciation of her own efforts. As she started to again work his shaft with her lips, she could feel his balls boiling up in her hand. He mentioned, "God you're going to make me come." Immediately, she stopped. "Uh uh," she shook her head. She climbed on top of him, straddling his waist, and placed her tongue assertively in his surprised mouth. Their passionate kissing broke off when Navid turned Laila onto her back and climbed on top. He focused on her slightly puffed areolas, fulfilling his patient urge to place his lips over her breasts. He felt the electricity between his tongue and her hardened nipples. She writhed in ecstasy as he sucked on her sensitive breasts. After some time, he slowly started moving down, as he kissed a trail over her bronze stomach and smooth waist. He kissed over her shaved mound, and engorged lips. Instead of going to work on her pussy, he instead took a detour over her creamy thighs. He brushed his fingers over her toned thighs, and she responded immediately. She looked up, smiling, and replied "that tickles." He worked his way over her soft thighs to her incredibly wet pussy. He placed his lips on her labias, and worked his tongue around her well lubricated opening. Her pussy was slippery, and he sucked up all that she had to offer. He moaned and the vibrations made Laila smile. As he worked his tongue over her clit, she reached back and grabbed the sheets in excitement. "That's it, Navid," she encouraged him. Navid continued working on her clit, and eased a finger in her throbbing pussy. He could feel the ridges in her pussy wall quiver, and he knew she was ready for his cock. Just to be redundant, she moaned, "I think I'm ready for something bigger." He pretended to ignore her, as he continued to lick her pussy. The sweet taste of her wetness on his tongue afforded him the luxury of being a patient lover. After what couldn't have been a minute, she repeated with more urgency, "Navid, I want you inside me now." Navid smiled and slowly kissed his way back to her. As his lips touched hers, he grabbed her hands tight, and thrust into her. She broke their kiss to moan out as she felt the length of his cock slide into her. He continued to thrust into her wet pussy and they reconnected their magnetic lips. The electricity between the two was enough to make Laila cry out in ecstasy, "Ohh god. Fuck me Navid." Navid took the encouragement to his ego and increased his speed. He continued to hold her clammy hand tight, and dove nose first into her delicate neck. His lips worked their way around her neck and ear lobe, expelling hot, heavy breaths over the moist skin. As his cock continued to work in and out her pussy, he started to lick near the back of her ear lobe. As he lightly bit her ear, he moaned, "god you feel so good." This pushed Laila into a frenzied state, and she wildly grabbed onto his broad, muscular back, digging her nails into his humid skin. She started to moan unintelligibly, as he continued to slide the length of his cock into her tight pussy, building up a consistent rhythm and rigidity. He could feel her pussy tightening around the tip of his cock. This only drove him harder. The pulses against his cock became more intense. He kissed her and looked her in the eyes. "Come for me Laila," he asserted. He kissed her again and maintained his gaze into her deep eyes, repeating his assertive request. The intensity of the moment was too much for Laila. She embraced Navid tightly, pulling herself up to Navid. Her lips contacted his ear, and she moaned, "I'm coming. God I'm coming. Fuck, Navid, I'm coming." The pulsations of her pussy were too much for Navid and he felt his orgasm peaking. He slipped his arm under Laila's waist to support her body against his. "Uhh, I'm coming," he moaned as his collapsed with her onto the bed, coming deep inside of her. They continued to kiss as the ripples of their shared orgasm weakened. He rolled off her exhausted body, and they both laid there motionless as time and space stood still for a moment. Navid broke the silence, "well that's certainly not how I expected tonight to play out." Laila laughed, "I know, right? And to think, I contemplated getting off the train at my stop instead of yours."