0 comments/ 11852 views/ 0 favorites The Late Train By: ralph3796 She hated taking the train so late at night, especially by herself. The lecture ended later then she thought and no one offered to give her a ride home. She was lucky the train came at all, though, usually she'd have to wait an hour before it's arrival; today it was only a ten minutes wait. She pulled out her book, hoping to pass the time reading, attempting to ignore the fact that she was alone in a train car after midnight. The train lurched to a stop, and a male passenger entered the car. She gave him a curious look, "he's cute," she thought, a little too tall, but overall very attractive. Black hair, blue eyes, and he wore an expensive looking suit. Interesting... The stranger sat across from her. She reopened her book to keep from looking at him, but she couldn't help it, he was so attractive! She looked up again, and he wasn't there She looked around the empty train car, he seemed to have disappeared. She looked at the seat next to her... and there he was! She gave him a nervous smile, why is he so close to her? He smiled back. God, he was gorgeous, especially when he smiled. She smiled wider now, less nervous. If she thought about it a little more she might be more then a little bit scared by the fact that a total stranger chose to sit next to her, in an empty train car, where no one could hear her scream. But she wasn't. She looked at him, leaned over and kissed him. Just like that. He reached out and pulled her close to him, deepening the kiss, one hand in her hair and one around her waist. She pushed him away. He looked surprised. She smiled reassuringly at him before straddling his lap. He seemed very pleased with this move. His hand started squeezing her breast, opening her blouse and unclasping her bra to feel it thoroughly. She unzipped his trousers while he pulled up her skirt. They rubbed against each other, she could feel his dick poking at her through the black bikini panties. She got up quickly and pulled them off and pulled his briefs down as well, uncovering a long, thick dick. She got down on her knees between his legs and pulled it into her mouth, sucking the length of it , attempting to fit the whole thing down her throat. Sucking his cock, she could hear him moaning, his hands caught in her hair, and he started pushing her face down and up, controlling her movements on his dick. She sucked quickly. Up and down her face went... she could feel his orgasm building up, after a few brief moments... he came right into her mouth, she swallowed. Licking her lips, she stood up, and kissed him. His come still on her lips. She sat down on a seat across from him, opened up her thighs, her legs in the air and said, "Eat me. " The stranger, spent from her blowjob, weakly walked over to her. He kneeled across her and grabbed her tits in his hands and started kissing up her thigh, his head beneath her skirt, inching closer and closer to her cunt. Finally, his mouth reached its target, and his lips settled onto her clit, licking it, her dripping cunt all over his face. She shook above him, her body reacting to every swipe of his tongue. He licked her pussy clean and then started licking inside her, fucking her slowly with his tongue, then increasing his tempo, making her squirm more and more, until finally she screamed her release, her hips rocking up off the plastic seat. She collapsed back on the seat, her breathing fast and uneven. Before she had a moment to catch her breath, he flipped her over onto his newly hard cock, making her straddle him. His hands on her hips, he guided her up and down onto him, letting her get used to him at first and then ramming her onto him, with no mercy. He pulled her up and down, up and down, almost sliding her off of him and then pushing her hard back on top of him. For what seemed like hours she fucked him, riding him, enjoying him. Finally, the tempo increased, he brought her down on him faster and faster and then finally one after another they came. Both screaming their orgasm. She fell on top of him, his cock still inside her. After a couple of minutes she got off him, pulled her panties back on and sat down on the seat across from him. He tucked his cock back into his briefs, zipped up his pants and looked perfectly unruffled. Both were in the original seats that they took when they first got on. She looked across at him, licked her lips and smiled. She should take the train late more often. The Late Train "Damn, I hate it when the train is late. Now I'll get home late." The train pulls up in front of me and the doors open. It's very busy. I debate to myself about whether or not to wait for the next one, but I'm already late. I step on. Standing room only, again. I hate standing; the crowds, the heat, sweaty people, the noise. I turn on my headphones and grab onto the pole to balance myself. I glance around where I'm standing, noticing people who travel the same time with me every day. There is the elderly lady that has her shopping bag. I nod to her. There is the mother with the darling little girl. As my gaze travels over the faces, my eyes lock on yours. I snap my face forward, blushing. "Oh god," I say to myself, "It's that gorgeous guy from the other station". I have seen him off and on over the summer and, wow, can that man fill out a suit. And when he walks away from me, oh mama, he's got an ass just made for squeezing. I close my eyes against the glare of the sun as the train pulls out of the station. The train lurches to the next stop, the driver seemingly slamming on the brakes. I grumble under my breath as I'm thrown against the lady beside me. I turn to her and smile. "I'm so sorry" I apologize. She shakes her head as she smiles "Oh no, dear, I ride every day, I know what it's like". There is a shuffling behind me as people move off and get on. The doors close and I take a deep breath, anticipating the train moving away from the station. My eyes slide shut again as I take another deep breath. That's when I smell it. Cologne. Musky, spicy, incredible-turn-me-on cologne. I try to picture in my mind who would wear such a tantalizing scent. What comes to mind is tall, dark, and of course, handsome. I've always adored tall, dark men. There always seems like such an air of mystery about them. I feel myself slipping into a dream state, the movement of the train soothing, relaxing, rocking back and forth. I feel a light touch on my bare arm, yet I don't react. It's so crowded on the train, people are always bumping into one another. Then I feel it again, only this time it moves up my arm, like a feather, a caress. As the train pulls into the next station, we are jostled against one another as people leave and arrive again. One incredibly rude man pushes past me and knocks me off balance. I feel myself falling and not having anything to hold on to, I start to fall backward. Just as I put out a hand to try and grab something to stop my fall, my back comes up against a very hard, very masculine chest. A little "Oh" is squeaked out of me. I feel two large hands on my hips holding me steady. I try to turn around to say thank you but you stop me. You pull my headphones off and whisper in my ear "No". You tug me closer with your hand, my ass now resting against your cock, your incredibly large cock. I swallow another little sound of surprise. I feel your hand move down my hip to my bare thigh, your fingertips barely skimming my skin, slowing moving upward under my skirt. I put my hand on yours to stop you. Again you whisper in my ear. "Nobody can see us. There is nobody behind me. I am standing in the corner. You're safe, so go with it". Then you dip your head and bite my neck gently. My hand falls away from yours as I give a low moan of pleasure. Your fingertips continue their journey up under my skirt. I can feel goose bumps break out along my arms. I move my arm behind my back and twist my wrist, putting my hand fully on the front of your pants. I slowly move it up and down, feeling you growing harder against my palm. Your fingertips skim over my ass, brushing against my thong. You trace it with a finger. I shiver in response. You continue to move your finger over my thong, slowly moving it closer and closer to my pussy. I feel myself getting wet, my thong damp against my pussy. I start to fumble with your button, my hand continually brushing against your cock. I hear your breathing in my ear getting heavier. I slide my hand into your pants and gasp with surprise. I feel warm, naked, male flesh, huge male flesh. A shiver courses through my body. As you are taller than I am and standing behind me you can see down my shirt and making no secret of the fact you are. When you feel my shiver, and see my nipples standing at attention, begging for your touch, I hear your whisper in my ear. "Are you cold?" Trying to control my breathing, I shake my head no. You slip a finger under my thong and over my wet pussy. You hear my gasp and feel my body tremble. "Sure?" you ask again. You slide one arm around my waist, splaying your hand over my hip, trapping my hand between us, my hand surrounding your cock in its warmth. I give a little squeeze and you tighten your arm in response. I feel your fingers push my thong aside and slide into my pussy, pushing deep. As your thumb passes over my clit, I feel your arm tighten again as my knees buckle. Your cock jumps and throbs in my hand. You pull out and with two fingers push back in, my hand moving over your cock. My eyes slide shut as I feel you nip my neck lightly. You hold your fingers steady deep in my pussy and let the movements of the train move them, shallow little movements. I turn my head to whisper. "More." I feel your nod against my cheek. As the train pulls into the next station, you remove your fingers and position your cock head at the opening of my pussy. As the train lurches to a stop, the movement causes me to be thrown back against you. At the same moment you flex your knees and push up, burying your hard cock deep inside me. Panting, I try to move but your arm locked around my waist prevents it. As a little retribution, I rotate my hips in a circle and hear your groan in my ear. I smile to myself. As the train pulls out of the station, the jerking movements do all the work for us. You keep your knees slightly bend, the rocking of the train sliding you in and out of my pussy. Your arm across my waist holds me steady as I push my hips back against you, wanting you deep, needing you deeper. A little moan escapes from my throat. Using your arm, you pull me back against you, hard, fast, rocking with the motion of the train. Sensing that I am very close, you push into me harder, creating an incredible friction. You bite my neck again lightly and that little movement pushes me over the edge. You can feel me cumming hard, little spasms jerking at your cock. I bite my lip to keep from crying out. With a grunt in my ear, I feel you push up, once, twice, again, and then I feel you cum deep inside me, hot cum pumping into my pussy. You slowly slide your cock back out and straighten your pants. You rearrange my thong for me and brush down my skirt as I try to gather my composure. The train pulls into the station and you bend down and pick up your briefcase, plant a kiss on my cheek and walk off the train. I shake my head as the thought rushes through me. "Good God, and I was upset that the train was late."