1 comments/ 4864 views/ 0 favorites Train By: simon_343 The car is cold from wind and frost that is whipped across its thin metal shell as the conductor hurls the passenger car across the rolling hills of Italy's northern coast. October's gray clouds loom over dry grass that jerks away from the tracks as the train passes. Fog condenses on the window where it turns to a rutty gray ice. He sits contemplating the cracking ice coating on the glass, running through the past four months with her. He smiles slightly remembering the last one, where she took him to her family's home in the north, and felt it die as she moved closer to cling to him, remembering that he was heading back. He drapes his arm over her shoulder and pulls her closer against his side, her warmth mingling with his under the partly sheared over coat that kept the damp train air off them. She mussels the soft spot between his shoulder and chest; he can feel the smile spread across her lips as she inhales his sent, musky from this morning's petting. He lifts the coat higher around her, pulling her shoulder so her back is almost facing the isle of the mostly empty car. Sheltered by the worm heavy coat his hand creeps over his lap to hers. Resting shortly on the on the plaid pleated skirt she wears even on the chilled commuter cars because it makes him smile. The train bumps and his hand brushes her breast and lingers just a moment too long before falling easily back to her lap. Her head rises from her favored spot to eye him with loving, perhaps amused, disbelief at the effort at discretion in the near empty car. He leans in to her, kissing her soft sweet smelling hair. His hand reaches to her chest and traces lazy circles around her firm breasts. The thin material showing her stiff nipples affords him a view of her shear push up bra lifting her to the edge of the low neck line; the soft lovely hills just barely hiding. She shifts her body closer to him pressing her breast against his chest, and dropping her head so that her cheek runs down the front of his knit sweater, down to just above his belt. He leans back, sliding his hips slightly forward. Her hand eases on the hardness growing in his lap, playing ever so softly over the dark fabric. His hand moves from her breast to the belt. She stops him with a gentle hand over his, pushing the hand back to the arm rest. She undoes his belt slowly, brushing against his bulge at ever chance. She can feel his thighs tighten and relax in rhythm to her teasing touch. The belt loosens around his waist and slides apart revealing the button of his pants. She slides her hand up his thigh, lingering to massage his cock though the fabric, and on until he blithe white fingers reach the button. Her arm over his aching constrained member dips when her eloquent pry open the button. His weight shifts to pry his fly open easier, but with the gentle pressure of her arm on his groin she forces his hips back down, eliciting a sighed whimper from his drying lips. The twitching from under his fly and his arm that falls towards his crotch only to be repulsed by her steady touch draws a smile on her mouth. Her red lips press closer to his ache and her hot breath steams the copper teach of his fly. The round red lips part on the cold metal and he feels the teeth part the fabric reviling his tight thong she insisted he ware for the trip. Its dark thin fabric forms to his member without yield constraining his member as it twitches to her teasing kisses. His fingers draw white streaks across the cheep padded arms rest, drawing soft giggling murmurs that form themselves against the tight thong. He sighs again, more deeply now, and lets the coat fall half off her shoulder, as he arches against the set. The paleness of her exposed skin draws his hand back her shoulder to trace little circles down across her soft warm body. Her lips kiss and play on his member's thin casing of dark fabric. He moans louder now. Each kisses and touches is its own stab of pain. Half formed begging whimpers out between sighs and pleading glances until she pulls the fabric aside, allowing his hardness to extend full. She inhales slowly severing the scent of him, and plays sweet kisses around, teasing, and lavishing in him, then parting her wet lips to slide his quivering length in. Train I'd had a long, long day. At that moment, all I wanted was to get home, have a hot, soothing mug of coffee, and go to bed, sleep my worries away. I just wanted to forget about it all, forget that spiteful look on Mr. Jenkins face when he fired me. It was obvious he had hated me from the day I started at the job, he had been looking for a reason to fire me all along. When I came in ten minutes late, he had me doing hours overtime... I know I shouldn't have put up with it, but it was my job, it was what I'd always wanted to do. I loved it, Chris was so happy for me when I got the job. It's strange that something that made me so happy unraveled my life. Chris had broken up with me a few days after I got it, and by email, for Gods' sake. I didn't even answer it, knowing he would be waiting for a reply, just went to sit on my bed and cry. He had been my teenage love, we'd been together for years, but clearly that wasn't good enough when his mother said she hated me. The most ridiculous reason in the world, isn't it? If it had come from anyone else, I would never have believed it, never in a million years. But this was Chris, a guy who tried to please everyone, telling them the truth, never lying, but taking it back in a moment if it hurt them. I know he meant it, I know he couldn't bear hearing my voice if he called me or broke up in person. That was just the kind of guy he was, a characteristic that had always annoyed me slightly, although I secretly found it amusing, endearing almost. But, anyway, it doesn't matter now, he's moved away. Originally I was meant to be going with him, but that clearly wasn't an option any more, so I stayed in my flat, the flat I'd moved into when I left home, and had somehow never left. It was a good place; I had had the most amazing luck when my cousin moved out of it. She owned it, and let me live in it, I was paying off the money I owed her slowly, but it was happening. My shoes were clicking on the pavement, splashing water when I went through a puddle. It was raining slightly, not the kind of rain that feels almost satisfying, the way it shoots down from the sky, pounding into the floor. The sharp bullets against your skin, soaking you in a matter of minutes. I always loved the rain when it was like that, but when it was like this, pathetic drizzles, I hated it, it was so depressing and sad. Like the angels were crying, weeping over something dreadful. I just hated it. I turned into the train station, entering the cramped heat that belied the cold drizzle outside. Bodies were crammed together at this time, moving as one, with the occasional perverted man who would try and sneak a grope. I pulled my thick black coat around me, suppressing a shudder as I thought of an incident a few months back, a guy using the crowds as cover to press me into the wall and shove his hand up my skirt and inside my underwear. It was horrible; I just shoved him off me and ran like hell through the crowd, earning myself a few curses and elbows, not stopping until I got to the platform, where a train was just leaving, luckily for me. I was terrified he might catch up with me! Today however, there was just a mass of tired, irritable people trying to get home as fast as possible, away from the rain, away from the crowded streets, away from London, into their haven where they could recuperate in peace from the day. The weather had a dreadful effect on people. I finally got onto a tram, crowded beyond human belief, and found myself squashed against some man who was clinging to a pole, desperately trying to keep his balance in the tide of bodies. As the train turned a corner, I found myself thrown into him, and I turned to apologise, when I caught sight of him. Any words of apology died in my throat as I looked at him, and saw him properly for the first time. He wasn't good looking, in the sense that most people find guys handsome, but, to me, he was stunning. His face was quite pale, with high, high cheekbones, giving his face a beautiful angle. His eyes were dark brown, the colour of melted chocolate, and they had that look to them, a kind of soft, dark brown swirl to them, as though they were pools that you could drown in. His dark brown hair was down to his ears, flopping over his face, shiny and sleek, the kind of hair that makes you want to run your fingers through it again and again. His lips were perfect, a dark pinky colour that looked so kissable it was hard not to move over to him and kiss his mouth softly. I only realised I was staring when he smiled at me, and gave me a slow wink. I ducked my head, feeling the warm colour spread over my cheeks. I glanced up again after a second, and saw he was still watching me. Feeling stupid, I gave him an apprehensive nod, and looked away. Why was he still watching me? I wasn't anything special; admittedly I was pretty and quite noticeable most of the time, but today? Today I was basically a wreck, not remotely attractive. My curly red hair was pulled back in a French plait, hastily done this morning, I wasn't wearing any make-up to make my naturally pale face look more colourful, basically I looked like a redhead gone Goth, but forgotten to dye her hair black. At least my blushing took care of the paleness, but I knew, I just knew, I looked like a silly schoolgirl, especially with my big greeny-blue eyes flicking to him every minute or so. My thoughts were interrupted by the cool female voice telling me my stop was coming up, and I saw the man ready himself as well -- this couldn't be his stop, surely? The fates wouldn't be so cruel -- as the train slowed as the station. I exited the train, and felt a body behind me, as I realised that the man, was indeed getting out here. I quickly left the station, and began my ten minute walk home. I could have taken a bus, but the times were ridiculous -- it would be so much faster just to walk. As I quickly went through the streets -- darkening now, the street lamps would be on soon -- I heard footsteps behind me. I glanced over my shoulder, just in time to see a dark figure take hold of my arms and pull me into an empty alley I had just passed. I was pinned against the wall, and I caught a glimpse of the man from the train, as he swooped in, and began kissing my lips roughly. I let out a gasp, and my hands rose to meet his face, all thoughts of coffee and Friends in front of the television lost, as this delicious new option grabbed hold of my mind. His lips were soft, but pressed so hard against my mouth, they felt firmer than they were, his tongue moving confidently within me, dancing with mine, causing fireworks to explode within my head... His hands moved from my arms and moved to my face, one holding my cheek and the other delving in my hair, loosening it from the plait it had been confined in all day. His mouth moved from mine, kissing down my chin and over my neck, biting gently on the skin and kissing softly, slight pain and pleasure combining to make this beautiful moment. He moved his hands to capture mine, stroking my fingers and swinging them gently as he kissed down my collarbone, using his teeth to tear open my blouse, exposing my skin to the soft bite of early spring evenings. I shrugged the blouse off, letting it fall to the floor as he appraised me, looking me up and down, his fingers still entwined with mine. After a few seconds, when he still remained silent, I glanced up at his face, wondering what he was thinking. He caught my eyes, and smiled, moving his head forward to kiss and bite at my breasts, I gasped, thrusting my chest out to him automatically, one hand running through his hair, the other holding tightly on to his shoulder, as his mouth made my nipples harden to erect peaks, my breasts tingle as he performed the most beautiful magic I'd experienced. He let out a soft moan, bringing me to new height of arousal, as I realised that he was gaining as much pleasure as I was by this. His removed his right hand from my fingers, and slid it slowly up my skirt, stopping as he reached the hem of my panties, making me arch my back, trying desperately to push against his fingers. 'Please... please...' I heard myself gasp against his hair, as he continued his exquisite torture of my breasts. 'Please what? Tell me, and I might...' he whispered seductively against my skin. I moaned in frustration, knowing his touch could make me come, I was so wet and aroused; it would take so little to grant me my release. 'Please -- please touch me...' I heard an unfamiliar voice beg. 'Touch you? Well, my angel, touch you where...?' He was teasing me, making me desperate with frustration as I craved those fingers deep inside me. 'Touch my pussy, please...' I moaned, my breath coming fast and hard. 'Why, my love, couldn't you just have said?' He looked up at me and gave me a devilish smile as I felt his fingers slowly dart inside my panties, already soaked beyond belief. 'Oh... is this all for me?' He raised his head to my ear to whisper this, nipping gently around my earlobe. He stroked my clit, and feeling more wetness coat his fingers, began to rub it harder. I held on to his body tightly, losing myself in the pleasure he gave me. I pressed my face hard against his shoulder, as I began to come, his fingers slipping inside me and granting me release. He pulled back, and I looked at him, breathing fast, as he ripped open his shirt and took it from his body. His black jeans were already undone, and I could see his hardness through his boxers, looking so uncomfortable confined like that, I winced to think of it. He pulled them down gently, groaning as he felt his cock fall free from the jeans. He looked at me seductively, as he touched the hem of his boxers shorts, pulling them down, just slightly, to reveal the tones muscles of him lower abdomen. 'Should I?' He whispered, his eyes burning into mine. I stood from my relaxed pose against the wall, and walked to him, his eyes clouding over as he watched my breasts swaying with the movement, encased in a thin red bra, my nipples standing out clearly from the fabric. 'I'm not ready yet, am I? I whispered into his ear. Stepping back, I undid my skirt, and pulled it off, having to wriggle my hips to get it to go over them, it being fitted around my slim waist and curvy hips. He let out a soft groan, and started to pull down his boxers, but I stopped him, my finger pulling them up again. 'You're topless, aren't you?' I asked him, watching the smile spread over his face as he realised what I meant, and his eyes moved to my breasts, watching as I unhooked the clasp at the back, and let it fall from my shoulders, exposing my breast to him. He let out a long whistle as it fell, his eyes fixated on my hard nipples, his hand reaching out to touch them, but falling short as I took hold of his boxer shorts. He held on to my hands, and we pulled them down together, exposing his hard manhood to me. I couldn't help it, I let out a gasp on seeing his size, it was big, bigger than Chris' even, fully erect and ready to fuck me He moved towards me, and kissed me, his fingers pulling down my panties, as he lifted my legs in the crooks of his elbows, my arms around his neck. My pussy was exposed, dripping wet, as I was ready for his hard piece of flesh to enter me. 'Shit.' I heard him curse. Looking at him in confusion, he caught sight of my expression, and explained, 'I don't have any protection.' I smiled, and hugged him. 'You don't need it. Just fuck me.' He looked at me, nonplussed for a second, and then understood, and smiled at me, a smile with a dirty -- no, filthy air behind it, and entered me, thrusting through me like a dagger. I let out a scream, and he pushed my head down on his shoulder, muffling the sound, as he fucked me against the wall, I came quickly, my pussy soaking his cock in come, moaning loudly into his skin, holding on to him tightly as he pushed hard into my pussy, rubbing against the contacting walls as I came, but not spent yet, fucking me harder then I'd ever had it, groaning softly against my hair. 'When I saw you, I wanted to fuck you like this. I wanted to fuck your hot pussy and cum inside you, letting you feel every drop of my come as it hit the inside of your pussy.... fuck...' He cursed under his breath, as he came, his hot come filling my pussy and my womb, as he held tightly on to me and gasped loudly into my hair, triggering my second orgasm, my pussy contracting around his cock, milking it for every drop of come I could squeeze from him. We held each-other, recovering from our respective climaxes, holding each-other together, almost, our piece being picked up as we cam back to reality. And at that moment, all over the neighbourhood, the street-lamps came on. Train Well, She and I have only spoken online and we decide to meet up one crazy Summer's day. She arrives first and as I walk along the station platform I see her - Wow! She's wearing a loose skirt, gipsy style and a smock style blouse, with string ties at the front. I feel my mouth turn dry, she is more lovely in the flesh than she described. Still, I walk up to her with all the confidence I can muster. Recognition brings a smile to her face and her eyes wrinkle up but somehow at the same time exude sparks of light. "hi' is all she has time to say before our train pulls into the station. It's commuter time and the carriage is crowded. I return her greeting and she smiles again. We step into the crowded carriage. Now I do try to keep a decent distance between us but every stop brings more people into the carriage and we are soon pressed close together. Still we make good conversation ad chat obliquely about the weather, last night's TV and so forth. All eh while I'm aware of her breasts pressing into my arm and her can feel her body warmth spreading its way to my nether regions. It's when we get to Bank Station that she has to turn to allow someone to pass by and that simple movement is enough to allow other passengers to climb in and compel her to remain standing with her back to me. Now I can see her neck. The lovely bob cut of her hair accentuates that graceful neck and as I lean further forward in order to speak to her I can also see fine line of her collar bone where it meets the centre of her upper chest. To top it all, she smells so ... delicious. I no longer really hear what she is saying. My crotch is pressed hard against her rear and the firm roundness of one of her arse cheeks presses against my cock. She surely feels me, but what can I do? Then she shifts again, turning slightly to look at me and her butt moves just enough to cause my cock to slip into the cleft between her cheeks. I'm in real trouble now. She give me a smile as my cock presses ever deeper between her cheeks and the sudden starts of the train as it rushes along the track provide the rhythm that moves my cock gently back and forth - repeatedly pressing in and moving away. Getting harder with each impact. She stops speaking and gives me a smile of acknowledgement. Or is it encouragement? I decide to take the initiative and see if I have read the situation right. Leaning my upper body closer, I wrap one arm about her waist and just stroke the underside of the cure of her right breast. She responds by placing her hand on mine - but does not move me. Then that same hand of hers slips back and between us. A single squeeze of my cock is all she gives me, but that is enough to make me now start moving m hips in a discreet circular motion. Well I hope my movement is discreet enough to not get noticed by the other passengers, but then again, who cares. She is here, I am here and the day (and pleasure) is ours. Once again the train stops to disgorge passengers, and once again the carriage as quickly as it empties. This time my delightful girl has turned about again and now faces me once more. Cheeky minx! She deliberately presses herself hard against me and whispers into my ear. "Is that all you got?" She takes my hand and pulls it down between us. Her legs part slightly and my hand has a mind of its on as it finds the soft mound of her pudenda. My palm lies against that precious mound and my middle finger finds her cleft. I can now feel just how hot she is and I begin a gentle circular motion as I rub her. She helps by bringing her handbag round to mask my hand movements. Clever girl! As I rub, her skirt becomes moist and I cannot resist briefly bringing my hand to my nose so I can smell her musky scent. Oh dear. Now I'm reeling. Pressing my hand back between her legs I continue my rubbing, allowing the train to provide the pushing motion that is needed to drive my fingers ever deeper into her cleft. She is now leaning right against me and gently kissing me on the neck. Her lips are surprisingly cool against my neck and the moistness of her kisses is a delight. I can hear her breath becoming deeper and raspier as I masturbate her. Yep, there's no getting around it. I am masturbating a woman in a crowded train carriage and its a woman whom I have only ever met before in the virtual world. I knew in my mind that she was sexually vibrant but this is a wonderful realisation of that knowledge. She is now returning my thrusts and its only now that I realise she has her arse pressed against a metal pole in the carriage. So she is getting a little rub on her arse each time I thrust against her. No wonder she is smiling again! Her face becomes flushed and her breathing is rapid, is she cumming? The bite against my neck suggest that she is. I rub more vigorously and even crook one finger so that it penetrates into the cleft of her pussy. That finger soon becomes drenched and a distant part of my mind wonders how she'll cover up the large wet stain that will surely be there on the front of her skirt. The train is approaching a stop and people start moving about. The added movement an noise provides enough cover for her to now actively thrust her hips at my hand and moan a little louder as she grinds and writhes on my fingers. Just as she comes she throws her free hand about me and grabs my butt cheek as she pulls me hard against herself. ""Fuuuuuck!' gasps my new lover as she climaxes. The train pulls into a platform and she leans limply against me as she recovers her breath and shudders gently. Then, she suddenly breaks a way from me and spits "Our stop!' and jumps out of the carriage. Well, I still have a huge erection but what can I do but follow her? If the day has started off like this, how will it end? Train I hope everyone had great holidays. Here is my first submission of 2012. Thank you for all the support, the great feedback and the incredible comments!! I appreciate all the positive votes too. :) Here's to the beginning of a fantastic new year! * * * * * Click Here to listen. (20 min/mp3) * * * * * Train She lay there waiting. Legs spread and tied down. Her ass high propped on a wedge of cushion. Her eyes were covered with a mask, and her arms were as immobilized as her legs. She waited. And tried to calm her rushing pulse. She heard the door to the bedroom open. No words. No indication of who it might be. Then apropos of nothing a hard smack across her ass. She gasped involuntarily. A hard pinch followed in that sensitive place between her thigh and buttock. And then she felt her cheeks being spread. Something small was inserted and she felt the cool lube squirt deep into her hole. Then a finger began working that same lube in and out of her ass. She was about to get fucked. Without knowing who would be penetrating her. She heard the sound of that someone pouring more lube out and massaging it in. Not on her, but on whatever was about to be inserted into her. She willed herself to relax. She felt a tip pushing against her puckered hole. Pushing, seeking entry. She felt a body hovering over hers. She got a definite male vibe. Not a woman with a strap on. A real live cock as pushing into her at this moment. Her head started swimming. Was it her Sir? Was it another man? Was her Sir in the room as well if it was another man? No voices. No noises except those of the bed and her own rapid breathing. Her own heartbeat drumming in her ears drowned out what else could be. The cock had pushed through the tight ring her anus made and was pushing deeper, inch by inch. The initial pain would soon be over, and she breathed into it. The man was balls deep in her ass now and he just lay there, fully inserted. She felt the whole length of him. He seemed very thick, and fairly long. It could definitely be her lover, her Sir inside her now. The uncertainty was exciting but also scary. She hoped for a true sign. The thrusting began. That hard thick cock was fucking her ass. Slowly at first. Building up speed. Before she knew it the man was pounding her ass. She bit the sheet near her mouth and moaned. Oh god, he was fucking her hard. Harder than her lover usually did. She felt his hand grip her hair and pull hard. He was getting rougher as well. At that moment of fear that she could be hurt, in that moment of panic that it would get rougher than she could handle, she came, shuddering and squirting. The man on top of her continued to fuck her and she could now hear his breath coming faster and harder. He was about to come himself. A few more thrusts and she felt him pull out and come on her ass cheeks. At that moment she knew it was not her love, her lover, her kind and giving Sir. But what she hadn't heard over the spent man's labored breathing was the lube warming up the next cock. As soon as the cum from the first man was wiped from her ass another cock pressed into her. Already sore from the first fucking her ass was getting stretched wider. This cock was thicker. Short and thick. She knew almost immediately this was not her lover. Oh god. How many were going to fuck her ass? Again her fear and excitement made her come. She wished her hands were free she wanted to rub her clit so bad. This cock was interesting and felt completely different than the man she was used to. The man fucking her ass was pulling her hips into him, getting that short cock as far in as he could. He was not as rough and didn't fuck as hard as the first man and was over quite quickly. Again he pulled out right at the end and came on her back. That cum was wiped up as well and the third cock was in her before she could catch her breath. Still no voices spoke to her and she kept her own mouth as shut as she could. She couldn't help the moans and gasps and she gasped quite loudly as the third cock pushed in fully. This one she felt sure was bigger than either of the other men. She felt like her ass would not be able to take another inch when she felt his balls against her pussy. Then she felt a hand on her right wrist. Her cuff had been undone. "Rub your clit, good girl," she heard, "this is the last cock of the night." Her excitement as knowing her Sir was fucking her made her cry out. She quickly reached between her legs and started rubbing as he thrust deep into her. She came immediately. "Come again, my whore," he whispered huskily. She kept rubbing, getting rougher and rougher as he fucked her tender ass. He reached under her chest seeking a nipple which he pinched hard as he fucked her harder. She came, screaming his name. He didn't slow or let go of that nub he had pinched tightly between finger and thumb. "Come harder, slut," he commanded. Her ass being pounded, her nipple pinched to the point where tears came to her eyes, she rubbed her clit as hard as she could at the last moment pinching it with her short nails. She came squirting over and over, her pussy and ass both pulsating as the huge orgasm shook her body. She felt his cock push into her hard one last time and felt his breath shudder as hers continued to do the same. She felt that magnificent cock pulsing it's cum deep into her ass as her lover collapsed on top of her. "I hope you enjoyed living out your fantasy, my very Good Girl. You took those cocks very well. I'm very proud of my little slut." "Thank you, my darling Sir," she responded. "It was everything I hoped it would be and more."