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Commute

By: Vikingboy



I had ridden this train every morning for years to the city. Two hours in, two hours out. It was a daily ritual. I sipped my coffee, read the Times, and dozed.

Today was no different, until a young woman sat down across from me on the leather bench seat. We were essentially alone, together. I looked up, but her eyes were lowered. She was a busty, curvy girl. She wore a blazer, a white cotton blouse, and a kilt, a uniform worn in Catholic schools. As we rode, I glanced at her. Her eyes were closed, her hands in her lap.

The next time I glanced at her, I noticed that her left hand had slid up slightly, under the hem of her kilt. She moved her fingers under. I watched, my eyelids lowered, my head angled as though I were dozing, my newspaper folded in my lap. As I "voyed", she closed her eyes and sighed softly. Her fingers continued their climb and the slit on her kilt opened. I expected to see a flash of her panties, but I did not. My cock, stirring at the innocent erotic movements of this girl, jumped, as I realized that she wore no panties. Her pretty pussy, sparsely covered with hair, was exposed, her fingernails stroking the labia as she daydreamed.

Now, I watched openly. I adjusted my erection in my trousers. Just then, her eyes opened and she looked at me. She blushed a bright red. I smiled and nodded, mouthing the words, "Show me."

Her eyes widened as she read my lips and she slowly nodded. She glanced around and then opened her legs, exposing her beautiful pussy to me. She leaned her head back and continued to stroke between her lips, bringing one exquisitely long nail up to flick at her clit. My mouth was dry and my cock throbbing. As she dipped her nail into her slit, droplets of nectar formed along the opening. I watched, frozen, as she dipped further, finally sliding her middle finger all the way into her pussy. I scarcely could make out the almost inaudible moan that escaped from her. I silently joined her. I thought I would explode, as she dug her nail into her cunt. Her other hand was at her blouse, stroking her breast through the thin cotton. She looked right at me and licked her lips. Then she bit her bottom lip and thrust her finger deep into herself. I knew from the look in her eyes, the gasp, the spasm, that she was cumming.

She calmed down from her orgasm and looked at me, smiling. She withdrew her finger, slid it into her mouth, and licked it clean. Then her tongue flickering out, she smiled at me. She rose moving into the seat next to me. She lifted the paper from my lap and unzipped me. As she took my cock from my trousers, she whispered, "your turn, Sir."

I do love commuting with my pet.

Commute Different Than Most



Commuting can be fun, trust me when I tell you.

I have a narrow two lane road that is the only route out of my rural sub division. Because of this there are times that traffic can get backed up for a long distance if any wrecks occur. Normally this commute drives me crazy. About two weeks ago I got paid back for all the long hours I have spent in my car driving to work. There was a wreck which backed up traffic and I happen to get stuck behind a mobile home, I was in a SUV. 

It was right at dusk as the sun was just going down. The mobile home had a large window that was probably 6 X 6 feet. After about 10 minutes of crawling along, I noticed that I could see into the window of the Mobile home into a small room. I could not really make out to much in the small room but from what I could tell it looked like a twin bed and a picture on the wall.

I suddenly saw a light turn on in the room and the whole room lit up. This made it very easy to see everything in the room. A teenage girl came in, looked for something, and pulled out a backpack. She plopped it down on the bed, unzipped the top, rummage through it, and then pulled out a small bikini bathing suit. Then without any other pause she slipped her top off over her head exposing a thin white bra covering her small breasts. Then she slipped her jeans off and I could see a matching pair of white panties. 

I was still in shock at seeing this girl literally strip right in front of me. Next she took off her bra and tossed it on the bed exposing some of the nicest breasts I have seen. She had visible tan lines, beautiful light pink nipples and then she briefly brushed her hands over her breasts. She then slipped her panties off exposing a light brown bush to match her light brown hair. She glanced in a mirror on the wall and then slipped the bottom of her bikini on. She slipped her fingers in the back to adjust them and then did the same to the front. She grabbed the top and slipped it on. It was in the shape of a sports bra. Once on she tugged on it a little to get it adjusted just right. Next she slipped her shorts on and then a T-Shirt. She brushed her hair, zipped up her bag and then tossed it on the floor. She soon disappeared through the door.

I sat there thinking I could not believe what I just saw. That teenage girl was probably 18-19 and absolutely beautiful. I was curious that the Window must have tenting on it that she could not see me but I could see right into the Mobile Home. As I continued to sit in traffic, two more teens enter the room and start rummaging through bags that were on the floor and sure enough two more bikinis came out and were tossed on the bed. They began to undress. One girl was blond and the other had light brown hair. The blond is wearing a white bra and white thong panties. The brown haired girl is wearing a pink bra and pink cotton panties. 

They appeared to be laughing and giggling as they talked constantly while undressing. The girl with brown hair was the first to slip off her bra exposing light brown nipples and was probably a C-cup. The blond removed her bra and had nice sized B-cup breasts with small pink nipples. They laughed and giggle more and then the blond reached up and very lightly touched the brown haired girl's breasts. The brown haired girl held the bikini in her hand and moved it up to cover her breasts with it. They talked a little more and then she dropped the shirt again and the blond girl briefly caressed her left breast and then her right breast. The blond stopped and they talked a little more as the blond slipped off her panties exposing a small triangle of very light brown hair. When she stood up and talked some more the brown haired girl reached over and touched the blond girl's breasts and caressed her nipples for several seconds before putting her hand down and then shortly after she removed her panties exposing a dark brown triangle of pubic hair. 

The brown hair girl turned and bent down to look in the bag that was on the floor. The blond girl took her hand and placed it right between the other girl's legs on her pussy. The brown haired girl jumped and they both started talking fast and giggling. The brown haired girl bent over again and the blond again placed her hand right on her pussy again. The brown hair girl moved her hips around trying to avoid the blond girls hand for 20-30 seconds and then stood up again laughing. The brown haired girl placed her hand right on the blonds' vagina from the front and the blond girl hopped back and sat on the bed. The brown haired girl bent over again and the blond girl stood up and put her hand over her pussy and began slowly moving her fingers up and down. 

The brown haired girl moved her hips at first and then seemed to stop moving accepting her fate to be touched intimately by the other girl. She must have been bent over for almost 60 seconds before she started to move her hips again and then she suddenly fell over on the bed. 

They were both laughing and the brown hair girl pulled the blond onto the bed and immediately struggled to place her hand on her pussy. The blond wiggled but the brown hair girl succeeded. When she did the blond placed her hand back on the brown hair girls' pussy. They both just let their legs relax and got serious looks on their faces within a minute or so they both pulled their legs together and stopped touching each other. They both seemed to laugh again and then quickly slipped their bikinis on. They both slipped clothes on over their bikinis and then left the room. 

A few minutes later one more girl came in, looked in her bag and got her bathing suit out and placed it on the bed. She took off her top exposing very small breasts in a thin white bra. She quickly took off her bra and then sat on the end of the bed brushing her hair. Wow, what a sight. After a couple of minutes she slipped on her Bikini top and then stood up and took off her shorts and blue cotton panties. She had a strip of black hair on her pussy but fairly thick. She slipped her bikini bottoms on, sat down and brushed her hair once again. She then packed up and left the room. 

Soon, an older woman in her 30's came into the room and found a bag and took out a one-piece suit. She took off her shirt and shorts and stood their a couple minutes digging through her bag. When she stood up, she glanced out the back window and then quickly walked over and dropped a shade covering it up except for about three inches. As the mobile home moved I found that if I stayed back a little I could still see the tops of her thighs and panties. She pulled her panties off and she had a thick brown triangle of hair. She quickly slipped her swimsuit on and then moved around. Then the three inch gap in the shade dropped lower and I could no longer see in the mobile home. 

I must say that out of the hundreds of commutes that I have had to drive, I finally had one that made it all worth while.



Commuter



The commuter train was as full as it always was. Derek looked over the sea of humanity between him and the doors and sighed. His stop was still some twenty or even thirty minutes away but he knew from bitter experience that if he didn't try to get a bit closer he would miss his stop just from being unable to reach the doors before they closed and the train began moving again.

He stared blearily around him and decided he just didn't care. He knew the stop past his own delivered him to within a ten minute walk of his office. He shrugged to himself and settled on that as the easier option.

The people around him were typical of any major city; men dressed in suits, women dressed in suits, the occasional student in jeans and the odd mother with kids or seniors out for a day trip.

He was jostled suddenly out of his reverie and he turned to confront whoever it was. He was surprised when he looked across and saw no one close enough to touch him. He felt another movement and looked down. Now he really was surprised. Standing only as high as his chest was a small woman with jet black hair. From her struggles it was apparent that being as small as she was in an environment like this was difficult. She pulled hard toward her and her briefcase came free of whatever it was tangled with and she bumped against Derek with a jolt. She looked up and apologized profusely. 

While she was speaking, Derek fell absolutely in love. She looked Vietnamese and had the sweetest looking face a human being could have. Her eyes were big and round like a deer's and her skin was a soft brown color. She was dressed in a tailored suit; the jacket and skirt were gray wool and the blouse had ruffles under her chin and was a bone white with royal blue accents.

"I am so sorry!" she said to him, her chin raised as high as she could get it just to meet Derek's eyes. "It is so crowded! I did not mean to bump you."

"That's okay," he said with as much gallantry as he could muster. "I'm big enough you might just bounce off."

The girl tittered quietly, putting her fingers to her bottom lip and averting her eyes from his. The train jerked hard then and her eyes went wide with alarm. She began to lose her balance and she looked around trying to find something to grab on to. Derek reached with his free hand and pulled her against him. The ride became smoother almost right away and he let her go. She looked up at him with a flush on her face and stammered a thank you.

"You probably couldn't fall down," he said. "There are too many people to fall against. But it's embarrassing just the same."

"Thank you once more," she said, looking down instead of at his face.

Derek realized the conversation was essentially over so, with regret, he looked once more out the windows. He could still feel her bumping him from time to time as the train moved along. 

At the last stop before entering the business sector of the city, a surge of people entered the train making it even more crowded than before. 

The girl at his side found herself being pushed mercilessly against Derek and she fought to put some space between them again. After a few minutes she gave up and looked up at him once more.

"I am sorry!" she said.

"It's okay," he said with more than a little sympathy. "It's always like this."

She smiled wanly and he saw her trying to see through the windows. She frowned in frustration and looked at Derek pleadingly.

"Can you tell me where we are?" She asked with concern.

"We're close to the city limits," he said. "Which stop do you need?"

"I want to go to Union Station," she said. 

"Me too," he lied. "Don't worry. All these people will be getting off there too. We'll be able to get to the doors then."

She smiled in relief and then turned away from him again.

The crowd surged once more and she was thrust unceremoniously against him. She looked up apologetically and the crowd again jostled her against him.

"Don't worry about it," he said with a smile. "You can hold on to my jacket if it'll help."

She studied him for a moment and then cautiously wrapped her small hand into the lapel of Derek's suit coat. It was gray tweed and looked out of date. In fact it was out of date and Derek knew it. He never had been much of a fashionista so it didn't bother him that most of his wardrobe was not in style.

Just as she gripped his jacket the train lurched to a halt and the car went dark. A collective groan went through the crowd and everyone rolled their eyes with irritation.

"What has happened?" the girl next to Derek whispered fearfully.

"The power," he said tiredly. "The train's dead. This might take a while."

"We will stop for a long time?" she said.

He looked down at her and saw her face turned upward. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was turned down with worry. He smiled at her encouragingly and nodded.

"It might take a while," he said. 

She looked down and he felt her shiver. He was unsure whether she knew she was doing it, but she had pressed against him slightly. He put a hand on her shoulder and let it rest there in an attempt to offer her some comfort.

"We'll be on our way soon," he said.

She looked up at him with that doe-like expression once more and then looked down again. She moved against him again and now Derek could feel her trembling slightly. He looked down at her with some concern and rested his hand on her back. She looked up at him and gave him a sad smile then put her head against his chest.

"Are you okay?" he asked her quietly so only she could hear him.

She looked up again and bit her lip.

"I do not like crowded places," she said just as quietly.

He nodded sympathetically and shifted slightly so she could burrow into his chest. She hesitated only slightly and then sank against him, her small frame seeking refuge from the crowds surrounding them. Before long her stiffness eased and, as the wait for power went on, she began to relax a little. Derek put a hand on her back and pulled her into him. She didn't resist. In fact she seemed to settle into the comfort of his chest willingly. 

At one point she looked up and smiled at him. Derek couldn't help but smile back, but as he looked at her he started to panic. He felt himself getting excited by her presence and his cock was beginning to get hard. 

The crowd surged again and she was pushed once more against him. The movement forced her into the side of his thigh and she planted her feet on either side of his right foot. Now he could feel her slim body pressed up against the length of his thigh with one leg on either side of his own. Her hip brushed against his hard-on once and she tensed and withdrew. 

His cock was now fully erect and straining against his dress pants. The girl clinging to him was pressed against him with her legs scissoring his thigh. She relaxed again and he thought he felt her moving slightly against him but he couldn't be sure. She looked up at him once more and pressed herself against his thigh even more forcefully. Now there was no doubt; she was rubbing her self against him a little bit.

Derek casually allowed his hand to drop to the tiny girl's bum and he felt her stiffen slightly. He squeezed and she made a small sound that he had to strain to hear over the crowd murmuring around them. She burrowed more deeply into his chest and then he felt her shift her position slightly. She was squeezing his thigh with her legs and he raised his knee slightly. Now she was practically sitting on his thigh with her feet poised on her toes allowing her weight to rest almost completely on him. She looked up at him with pure lust.

Meeting her eyes, he raised his hand from her bum and moved it to the front of her suit jacket. He pushed it inside and was soon sliding the back of his hand across her right breast. Her facial expression never changed but her eyes became somewhat softer as he felt her nipple harden through her bra. He unfastened one button and she bit her lower lip in anticipation.

He found a catch on the front of her bra and fumbled with it. She swallowed and he fumbled with it again. This time it came free and her bra separated. He slid his hand over her breast and cupped it gently. Her nipple was large and puffy. It seemed to fill his palm as he felt the hardness push into his hand. She sighed and closed her eyes. He squeezed her tit again and she sighed again. 

She started moving her hips against his thigh more urgently. He hefted her breast and she put her free arm around his waist. She held herself against him and he could feel her grind into his leg through his pants. She grunted softly, Derek doubted anyone could have heard it besides him, and her eyes took on a half-lidded look. 

She stopped moving then and her thighs clamped tightly on his leg. She shuddered quietly and then looked up at him with a broad smile. She put her head against his chest breathing softly for a moment. Derek glanced around the train but no one seemed to have noticed what he and the girl had done.

She looked up at him again and Derek fell in love all over again. The look on her face was one of satisfied need and she was clinging to him with both arms.

The train lurched suddenly and then they were underway again. The people around them murmured as they began to move and then went back to their normal commuter stupor.

She shifted her position again and then her hip was pushing directly against his erection. He squeezed her breast again and she softly placed her free hand against his belly. He pulled her into him and he felt her hand slowly worm its way beneath his waistband. He held his breath in anticipation and her hand continued to move lower. She shifted again and when her hand closed on his cock she held his gaze with a hypnotic energy.

Her hand was cool and her touch was soft. It moved deftly over and around his shaft, slowly stroking and squeezing the length of it. She rubbed at the head and he knew it was wet from his excitement. Her face never changed. She stared at him with her eyes calm and expressionless. 

Derek sighed and closed his eyes briefly. She continued stroking and rubbing him and then slowly and quietly lowered his zipper. She pulled his erection out of his pants, all the while staring upward into his face. She began stroking him slowly and rhythmically while shielding the sight of his hard cock with her tiny body. 

Derek gulped. He felt himself getting close and he glanced quickly at the people around them. No one seemed to be aware of what this girl was doing to him and he wondered if he would be able to keep it that way if she made him cum.

Her hand left his cock and he looked down at her. She was bending down to place her briefcase between her feet and then she straightened and looked up at him once more. Her gaze was impassive but he felt both her hands on him now and he bit his own lip as she started massaging his cock and balls with renewed purpose.

She stretched upward as high as she could and he bent so she could put her lips to his ear.

"I think you are going to make a mess," she said playfully.

Derek nodded and a pained expression crossed his face as a fresh wave of pleasure swept through him. She continued to rub him and Derek knew he was going to cum now whether she continued to stroke him or not.

She put her left palm over the head of his cock and stroked him vigorously. Derek bit his lip and his eyes closed as he felt his orgasm approach. When he opened his eyes again she was staring fixedly at him. 

"Give me your sperm," she said quietly.

His cock twitched and she put both her hands over the head. Derek felt the sticky fluid coat his cock and her hands and he tried not to make any noise.

"Your sperm is very warm," she whispered. "I can't wait to taste it."

He grunted and the breath hissed through his nose as he tried to remain quiet. When his orgasm finally stopped she put first her left hand to her mouth, licking it clean with her tiny tongue, and then her right hand. 

He looked around the railcar again and sighed with relief that no one was watching them.

She put her small hand on his cock once more, which by now was shriveling and flaccid, and tucked it gently back inside his pants. She zipped him up and then looked at him with a shy smile. Derek looked down at her and smiled in return. 

The train stopped at his stop, but he remained where he was. Two stops later, a time filled with the two of them clinging to each other in shared intimacy, they rolled into Union Station. 

The crowd surged to the exits and he gripped the girl's hand. They allowed themselves to be shoved toward the doors and then they were on the platform together. The crowd dispersed away from them quickly, all of them rushing to get to work.

She grinned and looked down at herself critically.

"I think you have stained my new suit," she said, pointing to a couple of droplets of white on the front.

Derek pulled a wet-wipe from his jacket pocket and ripped open the packet. He wiped at the stain on her skirt and she giggled. 

"Tomorrow I shall have to wear white maybe," she said with a smile.

"Tomorrow?" Derek asked.



Commuter Love



Travelling to work on the tube the other day I had a most unusual experience. Suited and booted, I was on my way to my office in the city, amidst the bustle and throng of London's rush hour traffic, and I happened to stand next to, indeed be tightly pressed against by the crowd, an incredibly beautiful woman. She was quite petit, with dark brown, shoulder-length hair, fair, creamy skin, wearing a grey power suit of stylish cut, a white blouse, and what I would only like to believe were delicate lace-topped stockings beneath her tight, knee-length skirt and heels. Her blouse was buttoned down quite low, and from my height above her I had a good view of her ample cleavage and the lacy black top of an expensive-looking silk bra. 

Raised to be polite, I was trying not to stare, but couldn't help but steal the odd glance now and then as the tube bobbed and swayed along the tunnel. With each rattle and shunt she was thrown against me, and her delightfully wrapped bosom bounced against my lower rib cage tantalisingly. I could feel my penis growing uncontrollably, and was only thankful I had put on some quite tight-fitting boxers that morning, which would constrain me from popping right out and causing offence. However, as more people got on the train and she was pushed up harder against me, and I'm sure she couldn't but perceive the growing bulge in my trousers bucking against her midriff. Even worse, she kept catching me sneaking glimpses of her cleavage. 

So I was eminently surprised when, without directly looking up at me, she actually seemed to pull her top down further, shuffling her figure provocatively as she did so. When she glanced up briefly into my eyes again, I was sure I detected in their subtle green hue a certain mischievous glint. 

As it had been a while since I'd had any sex, my balls were fit to bursting. I had stored up a good couple of months' worth of cum, and they were heavy and spongy in my boxers which hugged them snugly. 

All of a sudden I got my second surprise, when I felt my flies being unzipped and her manicured hand slip in to grip my package purposefully. I tried not to drop my briefcase, but she just stared blankly forward and pushed her tits up closer to me. I got another whiff of that intoxicating perfume, while her hand began to kneed and pound my cock and balls, never letting it free but somehow containing the whole bundle within the stretch of her warm palm and manicured fingers. 

Because of her constraint, I couldn't grow to full erection, and my penis remained semi-hard as she cupped it firmly, the tips of her fingers gently tickling the underside of my ball sack through my underwear. She squeezed and massaged me for about 5 minutes as the train weaved between stops, while I stared dumbly down at her magnificent chest heaving and sighing with the motion of the carriage, pressing ever harder against me as she reached around my waste with her other hands and began groping my buttocks obscenely.

Before I knew what was happening I was ejaculating furiously into my pants, while she still held onto my manhood firmly, feeling the force of my semen spout up under her hand, coating my balls and firing back up the crack of my arse, soaking my boxers in warm sticky goo. As the next stop approached, she pulled away a bit and removed her hand from my trousers, re-securing my fly like a professional. She put the tips of her fingers to her nose and lips seductively, giving them a sniff and flashing her tongue provocatively for my pleasure, closing her eyes as she did so. Then she readjusted her breasts and blouse passionately. 

As she was exiting the train she pushed past another gentleman who couldn't help but stare obviously at her tits. 

'Do you mind?' She spurted indignantly so that everyone could hear, casting me a look over her shoulder as he turned a bright crimson. 'Pervert!' And with that she was gone. 

Of course it was me who should have been red, as I had to make the rest of the way into the office absolutely covered with spunk beneath my trousers -- I don't think anyone had seen us, but I was increasingly paranoid other people on the train were nonetheless aware that I had somehow ejaculated in my pants. The rest of the journey saw me get redder and redder in the face; a phenomenon I tried to fob off by stretching my shirt neck and pretending to be hot. I had to go the rest of the day commando style, after washing myself down in the toilet, and all day as a result I was perpetually on the verge of another giant boner, thinking about what happened on the train, and how my cock now had nothing to stop it if it suddenly decided to burst forth again. 

I've looked for the woman every day since on the same train, but haven't seen her again. 



Commuter Train



One short note about trains and their cars. This story took place in France, where for the "Corail" trains, two types of cars exist. Some cars are split in two, each half seating about 50 passengers. Other cars, that are older, are divided in compartments that seat 8, separated from the corridor by a glass-paneled sliding door fitted with curtains.

One year ago, I got promoted. Everything was fine, and still is. I enjoy a better salary, new responsibilities, but my new office is 80 km (50 miles) from home, so I have to take the train every day, for a 60-minute journey.

At first, it was quite boring, spending my time reading, but quickly, I learned to know other travelers and soon we were about 10 people of roughly same age, both men and women, taking the same train every working day, twice a day. Among them was a woman in her early thirties, about 1.75m (5'6), tall, with shoulder length light brown hair, deep green eyes. She was well built, but her best features would have certainly been her breasts, a nice pair of 95C (38") cups that she liked to emphasize by wearing tight fitted sweaters or low cut blouses that revealed her deep cleavage. Her name was Catherine; she liked to be called Cathy.

One evening, I thought I would travel alone, as I had taken the train later than usual. I was on my own, reading "An Unforgettable Evening" a porn-novel I had just bought at the station kiosk. Suddenly, as the train had just left the station, Cathy was there, catching her breath.

"Wow, I nearly missed it. I had to run to catch it," she said, while taking place next to me. I could smell her perfume, with a slight hint of fresh sweat. It was late summer, she was wearing a black knee-length skirt, and tightly fitted around her hips, with an assorted jacket under witch she wore a white blouse.

"Yes, you would have had to wait for an other hour till the next train," I answered, trying to hide the cover of the book, that showed a picture of a model wearing only stockings and high heels.

But she saw it, and before I could do anything, she had read the title. And seen the cover photography.

"You like this kind of stories?"

I was sure she would comment badly about it, and I could have pretended I just found the book on the train, but I decided to give her a frank answer:

"Yes, I do, it's quite relaxing..."

"And tensing at the same time, no?" she answered, smiling at my, giving me a flash of white and event teeth.

This conversation might become interesting, I thought, and maybe risqué too, and I decided to pursue, even if it could soon become tricky.

"And you, have you ever read such books?" I asked her.

"Yes, when I was younger, I've been reading a lot of cheap erotic literature by older brother bought. Later, at college, I read classic literature, like Marquis de Sade, Apollinaire, Georges Bataille, some classic Chinese novels and so... I prefer books to films or pictures, it's more, how could I say it...."

"Exciting, may be?" I suggested.

"Yes, exciting, and more stimulating for your imagination. You can build you own images in your mind, and imagine that you are part of the scenes."

She was obviously teasing me, this was getting hot. She had crossed her legs, causing her skirt to go up over her thighs, obviously she was wearing stockings, as I could see a small bit of the lace-band that was on top of them. She noticed my glance but did nothing to hide her nicely shaped legs.

"It's strange," she said after a short silence, "I thought men preferred movies."

"Well, I don't really like movies, I prefer pictures, or books, or... the real thing, you know," I answered, looking at her straight in the eyes.

She didn't flinch. She was telling my with all her body language that she enjoyed the conversation, and the kinky path we were taking.

"And what do you like, in the "real thing" you are talking about?"

"Ohh, A lot of things, some quite simple, some more complicated, or more perverse... Depending on the mood of the moment, the person I'm with... I have a lot of imagination, in this domain..."

"Have you? I like imaginative men..." she said with a sexy smile, the tip of her tongue licking her glossy lips. " Would you tell me a nice story, please?"

I thought for a moment, then choose to tell her the last time I had made love, something quite simple, not too weird that could have afraid her, selecting carefully my words, trying to avoid crude words. I was whispering to her ear, careful not to be overheard. She had closed her eyes, I saw her chest move faster up and down, and she was nervously crossing and uncrossing her legs, revealing more of her thighs. She was obviously enjoying the moment, and so was I. My cock was getting hard, and I had to shift position once or twice to ease the tension that had grown in my pant.

When I finished my story, she kept her eyes closed, not saying a word for a while. The train was entering the station, the journey was over. Without a word, she got up, grabbing her things. We exited the car, walking silently down the platform. Before our ways parted, she said:

"It was a nice story you told me, Philippe... I really enjoyed this moment we shared."

"So did I, and may be we will have an opportunity to do it again..." I answered hopefully.

"Yes, I hope we will... See you tomorrow"

Later that night, I stayed long awake, lying in my bed. I wondered where all this would lead us. I knew she was married, with kids, and so was I. I had cheated my wife three years ago, and I didn't want to do it again. Too complicated, too difficult, too hard to bring the pieces back together, afterwards. And besides, and more important, I loved my wife. 

The next morning, we were not alone; our friends were with us, so we couldn't discuss what had happened the previous evening. Later in the morning, she sent me an e-mail:

"Dear Philip

I really enjoyed our little conversation in the train last evening. You voice, whispering dirty but tender words to my ear, the story you told me, the warm contact of your body next to mine... It made me so hot; I had to take a long shower when I came home to relieve the tension that had grown in me. To relieve it... with my fingers, if you see what I mean.

But today I do not know where all this will lead. Please, meet me at the 19:05 train, same car as yesterday.

Your horny and afraid

Cathy"

So, here we are, she was turned on by our little chat, but didn't dare going further. So did I and I wonder for the all day about what she had to tell me.

When at least the evening came, I was glad to leave the office and to head to the station. She was already waiting for me, sitting near the window. She didn't look at me when I sat next to her, nor when I let my hand rest on her tight. She was gazing absent-mindedly through the window, staring at the flat landscape. 

"I would like to pursue," she said at least. "But I'm afraid of the consequences...."

"So am I, darling, what if we set some rules, red lines we are not allowed to cross..."

"You're right, first you should promise me never to fuck me..."

"I promise, even if it'll be awfully hard to resist the temptation. We'll just talk, and...."

"But I'll allow you to look at me, someday, and maybe to touch..."

" I'll be glad to, and maybe you would like to glance at my... private parts..."

"Yes, she said, suddenly looking at me for the first time and smiling. "You have it, we shall talk, and look at each other, and sometimes touch, and that's all.... How sexy it will be...."

"Sexy and tantalizing...."

She seemed relieved by the fact that I had agreed with her terms. She looked at me with a not so innocent grin:

"Do you want me to tell you the last time I made love with a woman?"

"Yes, tell me about it."

So I closed my eyes as I leaned against her shoulder, and she told me details of her encounter, and her first night with a woman. While she talked, I felt my dick grow hard and thick in my pants, and she noticed it. She put her hand near it, gently massaging my tight over the fabric of my trousers. When she did so, I opened my eyes; afraid someone might see her gesture. But there was nobody around, so I closed my eyes again and let myself drift in the warm world of her fantasies.

..." when we came to her place, I couldn't wait any longer and began to open her blouse while the lift took us upstairs. She wore no bra, and she let me first look at her heavy breasts, then fondle them. They were larger than mine, a little flabby but still very nice. Her nipple where dark brown, about 2 cm long (about 1 inch), and I sucked them, they were like tiny dicks between my lips. While I sucked her breasts, she had slipped her hands under my skirt, revealing my buttocks that were covered only by a little lacy pink thong. Her hands ran along my cheeks, massaging them, and parting them, revealing my crack in the elevator's mirror. 

When the elevator came to a halt, I didn't allow her to cover her bust; nor did I lower my skirt. Half-naked, we walked down the corridor to her flat. She was afraid that one of her neighbor might show, and fear added to her excitement. But no one showed, and we were soon in her apartment. She didn't let me catch my breath, not visit her place; She took me straight to her bedroom, and began to undress me. My blouse, my shirt, my bra, my panties were soon scattered on the floor and I stood in front of her, wearing only my sandals. She took me in her arms, her ample breasts pressed against mine, her lips searching for my mouth. She shared a long, passionate kiss, her tongue playing with mine, while I undressed her."

My cock was now aching; Cathy's hand was still resting on my tight, moving slightly in a slow stroking movement. I desperately wanted her to move further, to touch my burning cock. It was unbelievable, I was so close to cum, and she seemed to feel it. But her fingers didn't come nearer. It was too soon, and she didn't dare do so. From time to time, I opened my eyes, just to check that no one could see us. Cathy was still looking through the window, speaking in a low, husky voice.

" When we were completely naked, we fell on her bed, and she began to lick my tits. My nipples were so hard I thought they would explode when she put her lips upon them. I bent my head forward, she pushed my tit upward, our tongues met, circling over my fully erect rosebud. The sensation drove me crazy. She moved her chest a little away from mine, so I could reach for her breasts. I pressed her nipples against mine, and our wet tongues circled around them. We were like two horny cows pressing their udders together.

I felt wetness oozing from my slit; her knee was tightly clamped between my legs, rubbing against my pussy. I freed myself from her embrace and went down between her legs, tracing my way down her groin with the tip of the tongue. I stopped at her navel, wetting it with saliva, before coming to the inner tights. Her pussy was short-trimmed, her hair of a nice sable shade and her lips were completely shaven. She was wet, her moisture covering her upper tights; her fat clit was erect and purple. I teased it with my tongue, causing her to moan with pleasure. But I knew better, and reached for my tit, grabbing it from underneath and pressing my swollen nipple against her love button. I rubbed it up and down, feeling her wetness flow over my boob.

While I pleasured her with my nipple, I had slid one, than two fingers in her damp slit. She mumbled endlessly, talking dirty to me, she was so horny she wanted more and more. Looking up past her belly, I saw her pinching her nipples between her fingers, lifting her massive tits and shaking them from side to side. I applied my mouth over her clit, letting my tit rub against her swollen labia. I sucked her little cock, biting it lightly, while still exploring her inside with my fingers. With my free hand, I began exploring her ass crack, coming with each stroke nearer of her asshole. She understood what I had in mind, and helped me by turning herself over, sitting on all four on the bed. While she did so, my fingers screwed inside her, sending love messages to her inner flesh. She arched her back, spreading her ass cheeks wide. I had now a clear view of her little puckered hole. How engaging it was, I couldn't resist any longer and bent over between her cheeks, searching for her hole with my tongue. When I made contact, she shivered, and became even wetter. I felt her muscles tense and relax at a very fast pace, every time my tongue probed her rose, she stopped breathing, waiting for the sensation to overcome her. But I prevented her from coming, each time I came close to her asshole; I removed my fingers from her clit, and vice-versa. She was mad about it, her hips were moving uncontrollably up and down, she rocked so hard I had to restrain her with my free arm. She seemed to come nearer and nearer of coming; I wanted to give her a last kick before she came. I wetted my fingers, dipping them in her juices that were flowing endlessly from her opening, and pressed my fingertip on her ass hole. I felt her warm muscle open under my gentle pressure, and pushed harder, before sliding back. She moved the hips toward my intruding finger; she wanted to feel it deeper. I gave her what she wanted, moving faster and deeper at each stroke. All the while, I was still sucking at her love button, that was by now hard and swollen. I put a second finger inside her, while my thumb moved in her twat. Her whole body began to shake, and with a tremendous shriek, she came at least, I could feel her inner muscles contracting, tight around my fingers that were still moving at a furious pace. "Ohh, I come, I come, it's soo good, please Cathy don't stop, I want mare, give it all, I'm dying.... You bitch, you're killing me, ohhh...." With a last whisper of joy, she fell on her bed, eyes closed, catching her breath, her whole body shivering in the after waves of climax. I lay on her back, stroking her hair, whispering soft words to her ear. A slight smile was wandering over her face..."

All of a sudden, I felt her fingers strongly grip my rock hard dick through my pants. I opened my eyes and looked at her. She had opened the two upper buttons of her blouse, and slid her hand beneath it. Through the opening of her blouse, I could see her breasts, delicately covered by her bra. Her areolas were large dark spots beneath the whiteness of her lace.

"We are approaching Paris, she said. Did you enjoy the story?"

"Ohh, my goodness, yes. You are a wonderful storyteller.... I was so... real.... Did it really happen?"

"Well, not exactly, although I've made love with girls, that was long ago, when I was at college.... I just thought that you would enjoy it, given that men are so interested in lesbians..."

"You guessed right. And you... are you interested in gay sex?"

"I don't know, maybe. It seems so weird, so... obscene, two men fuking together"

"One day, I shall tell you about my college years, if you want... I made love to a man before doing it with a woman, you know"

"Really... I'll think it over," she said, carefully closing the buttons of her blouse.

When my boss told me that I had to attend a committee meeting the coming Friday, I knew I had to share this information with Cathy, for these meetings usually last very long, so I would surely have to take the last train home. And I knew that this train rode almost empty... She agreed to wait for my phone call, and that we would take the train together.

I couldn't wait for this moment. I barely listened to what was told during the meeting, anxious for what had to come.

When the meeting was over, I called Cathy, and we met at the station a few minutes afterwards. She was obviously as nervous as I was; her lips were trembling slightly when she spoke.

"Let's find a car where we would be alone"

She was afraid, but at the same time quite bold and her boldness surprised me – in a pleasant way.

We found a compartment where we were alone, and would be, as the train made not stops before reaching its terminus. She sat down, but showed me the seat in front of her when I wanted to sit next to her. 

I glanced at her, from her unusual 4 –inches stiletto-heeled sandals to her creamy white satin blouse. She noticed my glance at her pumps and told me:

"I put them on especially for you, you now. Had them in my bag the whole day..."

"I appreciate, how did you guess I like women in high heels?"

"I just guessed... Don't you think it is ... so sexy?" she said, bending forward to caress her upper foot, her calf. By doing so, she gave me also a nice view beneath her open neck, showing me her deep cleavage.

She was still caressing her legs; her hand was now resting on the inner side of the knee.

"You must promise me something, Philippe," she said, rising.

"Everything you want, Cathy, you know I won't betray you"

"Whatever I show you, whatever I do tonight, you must promise me not to try and touch me, you understand?

"I swear it, Cathy, please trust me, I won't touch you or come near you."

She seemed to believe me and, after a quick glance at the corridor door, began to open her blouse, showing me her large breasts encased in a sexy white silk corset. My cock came to life; I just couldn't believe my eyes. She started caressing her tits trough the fabric, touching her nipples that showed trough the lace, dark spots amid white mounds. Looking at me straight in the eyes, she put her fingers between skin and lace and pulled her left tit free. It was beautiful, white and soft, with a large dark areola and a perky nipple. She licked her forefinger and started caressing her nipple, leaving a shiny and wet trace at each movement. Her eyes where half closed, she breathed fast. For a long while, she teased her tit, heaving it, kneading her soft flesh. I had now a stiff hard on in my trousers, my cock ached. Her nipple was now hard, pointing straight at me, and it became harder when she rolled it between thumb and forefinger. She then removed her other breast from her bra, giving it the same treatment, until both her nipples where as hard as little dicks. Opening her eyes, she asked me:

"Do you like my titties? Are they large enough for you?"

"They are beautiful, Cathy, I really like them... Please, lick them for me...," I pleaded.

Looking straight at me, she slowly lifted her massive breasts until their buds touched, then, very slowly, she lifted them to her parted lips. She had such large breasts that she hadn't to bend her head much to lick them, one after the other, then taking both of them between her lips, sucking and licking. How beautiful it was, she was really giving me a show.

At this moment, I heard noise in the corridor. "The attendant, quick..." She barely had time to close one button of her blouse when the attendant entered the compartment. While he performed his job, he was obviously more interested in Cathy's cleavage than in our tickets. 

When the attendant left, she seemed to have been turned off, it seemed she didn't want to open her blouse again and show me her huge treasures. So I decided to take the lead if I wanted our little adventure to continue. I unzipped my pants and took my wand out of my boxer shorts. My play pal isn't the largest one can find; I consider it as the regular, 7 inches, uncut cock. But she seemed to consider it worth considering, especially when I began to stroke it, uncovering its precum coated head. I rubbed the crystal clear liquid over it, then tasted it by licking my fingers. This gesture seemed to bring her to life again, and I was rewarded when she brought her boobs back into my sight. 

I kept wanking my stiff pole, slowly and softly at first, then harder and faster. I cupped my shaved balls and extracted them from my underwear and rolled them with my free hand. I wanted desperately to fuck her, to suck at her rock hard nipples, but I kept my word, eyes locked on the breasts that she kneaded like soft, creamy dough. 




Commuter Train



From time to time, I stopped stroking and took some precum and licked my fingertips. The salty taste got my hornier and hornier, and soon I felt a storm build in my groin. My balls tightened, my dick grew harder, I got up, standing before her and wham!! Gushes of white jizzm flew from my dick, landing on the floor. My hips moved uncontrollably while I milked the last drops of semen in my palm. 

"Want to taste it?" I asked her, knowing her answer.

'I'd want to, but... Do it for me, please...'

So I licked my hand, enjoying the strong taste of my own cream. Her eyes were wide with excitement; I could tell how much she wanted to taste it with me. But her will was stronger than my dick was moments before... I fell on the seat, exhausted. She was playfully smearing my lost semen on the floor with the tip of her shoe... What a waste...

"This was so good," she said after a while. "It was like if I had made love to you... Thank you, Philipp, you did great..."

Getting out of the train, she gave me a brief kiss on the lips before heading out of the station. I stayed on the platform, legs still weak, watching her round ass, her sexy legs disappear in the crowd.

I never saw her again.

*

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Commuter Train



This is a CUCKOLD Slut Wife and Humiliated Husband story. If this isn't your type of story please don't read it.

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Our car was at the garage for repair and they didn't have a spare 'loaner', so my wife, Brenda, (who is a beautiful, petite 20 year old) and I had to travel into town on the commuter train. We where grumbling about the train being quite full and having to stand. We didn't know how well off we where, at the next station dozens more people got on and we where packed in like sardines. 

In the crush, Brenda and I where separated, I could see the top of her head over the crowd. They're where mostly businessmen on the train so it wasn't surprising that Brenda was surrounded by men.... but the funny thing was that they where all facing Brenda, you would expect a group to be facing different directions. 

The train lurched and a gap appeared momentarily and I could see that Brenda's mini skirt was around her waist and her panties where pulled down by her knees. One guy was fingering her cunt; another was fondling her bum. Her top was pulled up (she doesn't need a bra) and 2 more where playing with her tits. 

I was surprised at my reaction, I had a terrific 'hard on', here was my sweet young wife being molested by a group of strangers.... and I was enjoying it. I reached down and started to rub my cock through my trousers. I didn't get the chance to see any more of the show but as a guy was getting off, he whispered to me. "There's a hot little bitch over there, go and get a feel before she gets off." 

The trip had taken about 30 minutes and as we approached our station, Brenda made her way over to me. She looked a little flushed as she said, "It's certainly packed in here." 

I agreed that it was and we got off and went off to work. During the 10 minute walk to where we parted company, (we work in opposite buildings) she made no mention of what had happened, nothing about the men interfering with her. We met for lunch and again she said nothing about it, just made small talk and gossip from the office. 

We met up at going home time and made our way to the station. "I wonder if the train will be as packed going home?" was the only comment that she made. The train was indeed just as packed. I allowed myself to be pushed away from Brenda by the crowd but I managed to swing around so that I was standing behind the men that where behind her. I recognised some of them from that morning, the same men who had groped my wife. There where some different men but I was sure that they would follow the lead of the others and join in with playing with this, more than willing, beautiful sextoy. 

Sure enough, within minutes of leaving the station one of the guys was pulling up her skirt. I was surprised to see that she wasn't wearing any panties, she had come prepared. She was having her cunt fingered again and her tits played with and sucked. I reached between the guys in front of me and sliding my hand across her bum and between her legs, I took a turn at fingering her cunt. It gave me a peculiar sensation to be clandestinely finger fucking my own wife as though she was a stranger. My arm was soon pulled out of the way as other guys wanted a turn at playing with her cunt. 

Pretty soon she was writhing and moaning, she had her arms around some guys neck and was kissing him whilst the others where bringing her to a climax. 

As her climax subsided, she just sort of hung there on the guy's neck, exhausted. Someone lay a briefcase flat on the floor and lifted her by the hips so that she was standing on it. She is quite small and this brought her hips up to a height that made it easier for her to be fucked. With a hand on each of her hips, the guy pulled her back onto his hard dick. I watched mesmerised as I saw this stranger's dick entering my lovely wife's cunt. The guy who my wife was hanging onto, lowered her down so that her face was level with his crutch. He opened his zip and pulled out his cock and pressed it to Brenda's lips. Her delicious mouth opened and let the strangers cock enter. At first the guy was going gently but as the fucking she was getting from behind started to get harder, she was pushed forward onto the cock in her mouth and pretty soon she was having her throat fucked as well. 

The guy fucking her came quickly and before he could withdraw his cock, he was pulled out of the way as another guy rammed his cock up her and fucked her furiously for about 30 seconds and another load of sponk was shot up my lovely wife's cunt. 

By the time we got to our station, she had been fucked by 8 men in the cunt and as many shot sponk down her throat. I had taken a turn at fucking her myself and as I had never been part of a gang bang before plus the fact that it was my wife being fucked by all these strangers, I had the most explosive climax that I can ever remember. 

She was completely out of it, what with all the fucking and all the climax's that she had experienced, she didn't know what or where she was. I rearranged her clothes quickly and got her off the train. 

That was the start of our group activities, we have lots of gang bangs at home and at saunas and sex cinemas where she loves being the centre of attention. But still her favourite is being used on the train. 

We always travel to work by train now but since that first time she is a little bit more discrete, she will 'come on' to only one or two guys at a time. Her favourite is to get into a corner, kneel down and suck cock. She enjoys swallowing sponk but sometimes she likes it sprayed over her face. When she does this, I have to be ready to clean it off before anyone notices. I usually lick it off then we kiss and swap the sponk from mouth to mouth. 



Commuter Train Lust



The train approaches the platform and the commuters from our village to the big city make their way, shuffling together like emperor penguins as they assemble, ready to board the 07.06.  I look around and see a few familiar faces. We nod to each other discretely, in the courteous but distant way British train travellers do.  Heaven forbid that we actually speak with each other, even less get to know one another.  Maybe it's because we are an island race that we behave in such an insular manner.

The doors hush open, and I find a vacant seat.  A woman sits next to me.  She's about 58 years old, the rounded side of overweight, straw coloured hair, a gentle but "lived-in" face, carrying a cloth covered shopping bag and wearing a heavy-weight coat. It's really not that cold, and for once, the heating in the carriage works.  She smiles as she sits down, gathering her flapping coat around her to achieve two things... to make a warm physical and psychological cocoon around her; and to not impinge on my personal space.  The barrier is created efficiently.  Even this close, we do not even greet each other.  Sad.  We enter life alone, leave it alone, and during our rich years, we are often alone.

I reach for my MP3 player and search for something special; something that will enliven me in my privacy.  Inserting my earphones deeply to trap the sound so that only I can hear, I press the "play" button and listen to your voice.  I have downloaded your story from Literotica and can hear you, and in my minds eye I can see you as you touch and caress yourself into blissful orgasm.  I smile wryly to myself and wonder whether I could smell you if I had a minds nose.  My senses are awash with your sighs, groans and murmurings.  

Under my briefcase that nestles in my lap, my penis engorges with blood as I become erect. I am erect for you, and because of you.  In my ears, you encourage me to grow, and I know that I will have to masturbate when I arrive at my office.  I need the release that you can bring.  

I am disturbed by the woman next to me. She too has earphones embedded in her ears, linked to her phone. She's not talking, but I can tell she's listening intently.  My mind wanders and wonders what is making her smile.  She has a pretty mouth.  I imagine her kissing her children, her husband, her lover, her friends. Each kiss is different. The lips take the shapes demanded by the circumstances.  

Opposite me sits a man... ordinary... and next to him a younger woman, over 21 but much less than 30.  She is on her way to work. She is clutching her office security pass.  She has Indian/Asian features but a Welsh name. Curious. I know her name, and her company; but her secret is safe with me.  Her eyes are closed as she listens to her music.  Is it music?  She shuffles in her seat and presses her bottom down into the cushion. She is doing more than just riding on a train. She's riding the train.  Her knees press together and she gently chews her bottom lip in concentration.  What is she listening to?  I need to know.

Her eyes fly open as she catches me watching her.  She smiles at me.  It's warm and personal.  She looks at my lap and sees me squeezing my buttocks as I try to force more of my life-blood into my hard cock.  She thinks that she knows.  She realises that she really knows.  And I return her smile.  

Your voice in my ears calls out to me, and I am very aroused by it.  The lady next to me understands the link between us and gently moves towards me.  The girl opposite "accidentally" bumps my foot with hers, blushes and mumbles an apology.  My automatic response brings a pretty smile to her lovely face.  

I hear you cum and lick your fingers clean of your juices. I hear you slurp greedily and doubt that the woman next to me would be so un-ladylike.  Mind you, the girl opposite could be a noisy one.  Maybe she shrieks and writhes as her orgasm floods her.  

I think about the real you and your pussy, and make the link from you to the women on the train.  I know that you shave, your cunt is clean and available.... a wanton peach ready for plucking, sucking and eating.  I love your taste. Rich, delicate and fresh.  I love your scent, alluring, passionate and heady.  I love the way you hold me to you as I search out the inner folds I know so well.  I love the way you sleep after it's all over.  I adore the touch of the drying stickiness on your thighs as you rest.  From your foetal position, we spoon together naked in repose.  My still hard dick rests in the cleft of your buttocks.  You are satisfied and I know my turn will come.

As the train slows, I come to my senses in the train carriage once again.  The young woman looks at me intently and reads my mind.  As the train draws in to the station, we motion to get up and leave.  

"Come on, mum", says the younger to the older woman.  The older woman smiles and passes me as she goes towards the door.  

"Ladies first." I say to both of them.  

The younger woman drops her train ticket.  Ever the gentleman, I pick it up.  As I return it to her, she looks at the floor, not wishing to make eye contact, lies and says "It's not mine".  Of course it is. I look at the ticket and she's written her name and phone number and a message which read, "I hope you liked your story. I enjoyed mine.  Same time tomorrow?"



Commuters



You are headed home after a meeting in the city. You go up to the second level of the GO train and find a seat and lean back and close your eyes. You are so tired and just want to get home, you are almost asleep when the train pulls into the next station. You are really hoping that no one else comes up the stairs and you can have the train compartment to yourself. You hear footsteps on the stairs and you groan softly. You keep your eyes closed and hope that they are not going to be some chatty idiot who will talk on their cell phone the whole trip...

The train pulls away from the station and you open your eyes slightly to see who it was that came up the stairs. 

I am sitting in the pod in front of you on the opposite side of the train facing you. I have on a short black skirt and fishnet stockings and tall black high heeled boots. My long blond hair is covering part of my face and my coat is on so you can't really see what I look like...but you really like the parts of me you can see and there is a stirring in your pants that you haven't felt for a while.

You close your eyes again and try to clear your mind of all of the pornographic thoughts that suddenly popped into your head. 

You hear me rustling in my seat and sneak another peek and you see that I have now removed my coat and I am wearing a tight purple wrap around blouse and it is fairly low cut and you can now see that my huge tits are barely constrained inside it, the black lace of my bra is just visible above the V neck.

I have pulled out my IPOD and I am listening to music with my eyes closed. I scoot down a bit in the seat and cross my legs and for a brief instant you can see up my skirt and you can see that I am not wearing any panties you feel your cock harden and you cannot take your eyes off me in case I shift my position again. Seconds later I stand up and put my purse on the seat and bend over it rooting around in my purse, your eyes are riveted to my ass because my skirt has ridden up at the back now and you have a clear view of my pussy as I bend over. The fishnet has wide holes and you can see my pussy almost perfectly through one of them. You close your eyes and can picture crawling up behind me and sticking your tongue into my slit while the stockings are still on, slowly opening the whole wider and wider until my whole pussy is free of the constraints...

I have sit down now and you do not realize that I am staring at you and the huge bulge that is now in your pants. I stifle a giggle and you open your eyes and see me staring at your crotch. You look down and see the huge bulge and your face turns beet red.

I stand up and grab my coat and purse and sit in the seat directly across from you. You open your mouth to introduce yourself and I lean forward with a finger on your lips and shush you...there is no need for names here...

I put one foot up on the seat in between your legs and you scoot forward so the tip of my boot is touching your cock. You start to stroke the soft leather while you watch me hike up my skirt even farther so you can see my whole pussy. I bring a finger down and begin drawing slow circles all over the sparse fabric. I undo the tie on my shirt and it falls open to reveal a nipple less bra made of black lace. There is barely any fabric there and you wonder how my huge tits are being held up by such flimsy fabric. I bring my finger up to my lips and moisten the tip and bring it down first to one nipple which immediately hardens, then to the other. I slip a finger inside my pussy and it slides in easily...I slide it in and out a few times fucking myself slowly while not taking my eyes of yours.

Do you want to taste me baby? 

You nod in agreement and I spread my legs even farther apart and rip open the stockings and whisper...

Cum and get it baby...

You kneel down in between my legs and spread my lips open and have a taste. You slowly lick me from the bottom to the top, stopping slowly to tickling my hole before moving up to my clit. You run your hard tongue around it in tiny circles and stop to nibble on it while it hardens in your teeth.

I tug at my tits and pinch my nipples while I watch you slip two fingers inside me, you flick your tongue around my clit while you finger fuck me looking up at me the whole time, your eyes never leaving mine for an instant.

The train has pulled into another station and I sit up and pull my shirt around my body and throw the coat over my legs and smile at you conspiratorially...you pull your coat into your lap to hide your impressive erection and we wait hoping that no one joins us on this level.

The conductor calls to have the doors close and no one has wandered up so once the train pulls away we resume our activity.

I stand up and turn around and bend over in front of you...you have the perfect view of my whole pussy as I slide my fingers in and out of my wet hole. I ask you if you want to slide your cock inside me and you groan in assent.

You unzip your pants and scoot your ass to the edge of the seat, I straddle your legs and guide your cock deep inside me, in one movement you are inside me, you reach around and re open my blouse and start to massage my tits while I begin bouncing up and down on you. I spread my legs open and begin bouncing faster, I have leaned back and you kiss my neck and pull my face back until you can reach my mouth and kiss me deeply.

I reach down between my legs and stroke your balls with my fingernails, you groan into my back and grab my hips and bounce me even harder than I was bouncing myself.

I stand up and sit down on my seat and grab my ankles and spread my pussy wide open...cum and give me that cock I whisper...

You stand up and bend down and dip your cock inside my hotness, I am so wet that your cock diving into me makes a squishy sound and you begin to fuck me with all your might. You bend down and start to suck on my tits, causing each nipple to harden before moving on to the next one. I am moaning with ecstasy as you plough into my wet pussy. You whisper in my ear that you are about to cum...where do I want it?

I whisper back that I want to taste you and I kneel down in front of you. I take you deep into my mouth and feel your balls tense up in preparation for cumming. I suck you in long deep strokes licking all of my delicious juices off of you waiting for you to fill my mouth with your hot cum.

You grab the back of my head and thrust deep into my mouth and with a low growl you shoot your seed deep into the back of my throat. I don't miss a beat and I take every ounce and gulp it down with relish. You taste so good that I don't want to stop sucking but you beg me to stop because the pleasure is now almost painful.

I stand up and readjust my clothes as do you and we sit down again and wait for our stops. We realize that we are both getting off at the same stop. When the train stops we both stand up, you grab me in a quick kiss and we part and go our separate ways down to the main level. When we reach the platform we both look at each other and smile and turn away and walk to our cars... 



Commuting



Sarah rode the GO train Monday to Friday back and forth to her job at the long distance telephone provider she worked for in downtown Toronto.

She had worked for the company five years and enjoyed the high wages and benefits she would not receive in her own hometown.

The forty-five minute commute each was gave her an opportunity to drink her cup of Second Cup coffee and scan the Sun newspaper for the overnight news.

As she boarded the train at its Hamilton terminal she was always assured a seat in her preferred coach. Sarah liked to sit in the first or second coach of the train as when it pulled into Toronto's Union Station she would be close to the street exit.

Many of the same commuters occupied Sarah's coach during the week and she had struck up a casual acquaintance with a few of them.

There was Ron who worked for a major credit card company and was divorced and traveling from his rented room in Burlington. Ron was an affable chap always going on about how much he missed his children.

George was a software developer, a chubby prematurely bald bachelor who Sarah suspected may be gay. 

Emily was in her coach most mornings as was Josie. 

Emily was an older spinster secretary for a Toronto attorney and Josie a young attractive Asian girl betrothed to be married the following summer.

There were other familiar faces that did not have names and only warranted a polite smile and nod each day.

It was on this train that Sarah encountered temptation.

It was Monday morning and she had left her children at the daycare before boarding the train. She saw many of the usual people as she chose her seat in the second coach. She had just settled down waiting for the train to pull out of the station when he sat down in the seat beside her.

Sarah was a bit annoyed, there were plenty of unoccupied seats in the coach and she didn't like her space being invaded.

"O.K., if I sit here?" the stranger asked.

Sarah politely smiled her consent.

Trying not to be obvious she took a closer look at her new seatmate. He looked a bit younger than her, perhaps in his early twenties and was nicely dressed in a well-tailored charcoal suit. Sarah imagined he was an up and coming employee of one of the many Toronto firms employing young college graduates. His sandy hair was cut in a close brush cut and he had the build of an athlete. If she was going to have a seatmate it might as well be him.

"Brad." he introduced himself.

Sarah smiled and volunteered her name.

A Sarah had not yet started reading Brad engaged her in conversation, starting with an exchange of each other's jobs, families and friends.

Sarah learned that Brad had indeed recently graduated from university and had been hired as an intern for a big advertising agency. He still lived with his parents in Sarah's hometown and was betrothed to his university sweetheart and was to be married the following summer.

Sarah filled her new friend in on her husband and children, her job in the customer relations' department of Sprint Canada and how she had gotten into a rut.

Brad listened with a sympathetic ear as Sarah lamented that her life had turned into going to work and back, looking after the kids and how her husband had no interest in taking her out places. She said she yearned for the excitement she had experienced in her university days.

They were nearing Toronto's Union Station and would soon be parting when Brad made the bold suggestion that they meet sometime for a fun night out. Brad assured Sarah it would be just for fun and she could draw the limits as to where and what they did.

Brad had tugged on Sarah's interest and she was not ready to end their relationship. Boldly she gave the good-looking sandy hair lad her cellphone number.

Brad was not on the train the following morning and their brief encounter slipped from Sarah's mind. She was sitting in the lunchroom on her afternoon break when her cellphone rang.

"Hello." she answered warily not recognizing the number on the call display.

"HI, it's Brad!" the cheery voice on the other end replied.

"Hi Brad." Sarah acknowledged.

"Wanna go out tonight?" Brad asked.

Sarah was bedazzled, he had caught her off guard, "Where to?" she asked.

"Maybe just a club?" Brad offered.

"I will have to call my husband and see if it's O.K.?" she replied wanting to take Brad up on his offer.

"Let me know as soon as you can, you have my number." Brad agreed.

Sarah felt guilty lying to her husband as it was so out of character for her. But she definitely needed a night of kicking up her heels without kids to look after and obligations to fulfill. Making up a story about a meeting at work that would last until late she told her husband she was going to stay in the city for the night. It was not unusual, Sarah had stayed in Toronto over night before when she worked late or there was a snowstorm or some other reason it was impractical to come home. Rick told her to take care and he would miss her.

Sarah felt like a real Jezebel when she returned Brad's call agreeing to meet him.

"Is it O.K. if I bring a friend along?" Brad asked.

Sarah was surprised at his request but as it was all innocent fun she agreed.

Sarah walked into the dimly light Coq D'or shortly after five. Brad and another young lad were sitting at a table in the corner waiting for her.

Both men stood to greet her, "This is Carl." Brad introduced his friend.

Carl was about the same age as Brad and equally as handsome. Carl had darker hair than Brad's and his body was not as toned.

They sat at the table and the waiter brought their drinks Over a Daiquiri Sarah listened to the two young men warming up to their date for the night.

After the third Daiquiri Sarah was loosing much of her inhibitions and engaging in suggestive references in how they may spend the evening.

Sarah had never had the attention of two men at the same time before and the situation captured her interest. She had of course heard of threesomes but had never pictured herself participating in one. Perhaps this would be the night a new chapter opened in her life?

The taxi ride to the Inn on the Park was about twenty minutes. Sarah sat between Brad and Carl in the backseat necking while the cab driver watched in his rearview mirror.

Carl's hand was squeezing her breast through her dress as Brad's hand slid up her leg under her skirt. Both men took turns kissing her as Brad teased her pussy through her silk panties.

Sarah felt like a real harlot as she stood in the lobby while Brad registered.

They remained silent in the elevator as they rode up to the tenth floor of the tower. An elderly couple shared the elevator with them.

Sarah had not contemplated a night of sex, least of all with two lovers. It was just to be a night out away from the kids, a few drinks and laughs and maybe some kissing. The alcohol had loosened her up releasing years of pent up frustration that had sent her on her quest for sexual fulfillment.

Arriving at the tenth floor the headed directly for room #1005 which was to be their love nest.

The room was more lavishly furnished than Sarah had ever seen. Gold gilded white provincial furniture surrounded the largest canopy bed Sarah had ever seen. Out the panoramic window sparkled the night skyline of the city. A chilled bottle of champagne waited in an ice bucket with three glasses.

Sarah was not dressed for a night of debauchery and she wore the simple dress she had worn to work with her everyday underwear beneath. Had she know she was to be seduced she would have put on more erotic lingerie.

Carl poured each of them a drink from the bottle of sparkling wine. They laughed and joked as they got into the mood to pleasure their willing partner.

Sarah was beyond caring, inhibitions all removed by alcohol she was prepared to be a whore for these guys.

"Who wants their cock sucked?" she blurted out.

Brad and Carl both looked at her with interest.

"Get them out!" she ordered dropping to her knees.

Brad and Carl produced two very hard young cocks and walked over the where Sarah knelt. She reached out and took them in each of her hands.

Brad felt the warm wetness of her mouth first as she swallowed half of his cock in her mouth.

The thirty-two-year-old wife's tongue performed magic on Brad's cock extending it to its full potential as he felt her lips seal around it. 

Sarah inhaled deeply, her cheeks sinking in to form a warm, wet pocket for his cock. He moaned softly as Sarah gently tugged Carl's erection. 

Sarah enjoyed the two young cocks, sucking each one alternatively and teasing them with her supple tongue. She knew she was driving them to a climax and they would be ejaculating their sperm onto her face and into her mouth. The thought of two men's sperm in her belly at the same time drove her tongue in frenzy.

Brad surrendered first, releasing globs of his thick creamy cum over her lips. Sarah's tongue quickly squeegee the thick man-juice from her lips scooping it into her mouth. Twirling the goop around in her mouth she swallowed and proudly opened her mouth to show she had ingested Brad's cum. 

Immediately she took Carl's cock into her mouth knowing he would be following his friend's eruption and not wanting to loose any of his cum.

Frantically she sucked the young man's cock forcing him to give up the precious cum she craved.

Carl came in a deluge, spurt after spurt of his fresh warm sperm pumping directly into her mouth. Tilting her head back she let the slimy cum slide down her throat to join Brad's.

"Where did you learn to suck cock like that?" Brad exclaimed.

"And swallow!" Carl added.

"I was young once." Sarah smiled.

Sarah rose to he feet and Brad unfastened the back of her dress while Carl peeled it off her shoulders. The dress fell to the floor leaving Sarah standing before them in her well-filled bra and bikini panties.

Through the thin material of her panties Brad and Carl could see Sarah was natural and unshaven. A strand of her pubic hair had escaped through the leg opening.

The bra strained to contain her ample breasts and her aroused nipples were discernible under the smooth cups.

"Boy, are we going to fuck you!" Brad smiled.

Brad led Sarah over to the large bed and laid her across it. She stared at the canopy above her as her panties were pulled down over her hips and down her legs. 

Hands parted her legs and fingers entered her hungry pussy. 

Sarah moaned as hand raised her bra and cupped her bare tits.

She felt the bed yield to the weight of Brad joining her and she was looking into Brad's eyes as he mounted her.

She felt Brad positioning his cockhead at he opening and then his cock spreading her lips and sliding into her waiting cunt. Sarah's legs wrapped around Brad's hips and drew him into her.

As Brad began fucking her Sarah felt Carl's mouth swallow her left nipple.

Brad's was the first cock other than her husband's to enter her pussy in years and it felt refreshingly good. Fucking Rick had become a lethargic weekly exercise of draining his balls offering little satisfaction to Sarah Brad's vibrant young cock brought life back to her sex.

"Oh god yes, I need that!" Sarah moaned as Brad's cock churned in her juices. 

Carl was sucking Sarah's nipple like a famished infant as his friend's cock plunged in and out of her pussy.

"I knew you were a slut!" Brad goaded Sarah as he plundered her body, "I could tell you were cock starved when I first saw you."

Sarah wondered if her frustration was so obvious a stranger could detect it? No, surely it was just dirty talk.

"Carl and I are going to fuck your brains out." Brad promised.

Sarah smiled as she nourished Carl's needs.

Brad's potent sperm flooding her womb triggered Sarah's orgasm. 

The orgasm stuck her like a bolt of lightening right between her legs. It was if thousands of volts of electricity radiated from the head of Brad's cock into Sarah's womanhood.

"Oh Christ, you're making me cum!" Sarah cried.

The intensity of her orgasm was more than she could contain, her body trembled as the wave of spasms shook her body.

Brad plunged the coup de grace driving his meat far into Sarah's sacred space.

"Aaaaaaagh!" Sarah groaned.

Brad withdrew his spent dripping cock from Sarah's throbbing pussy. Her cunt tingled even without a cock in it.

As Brad dismounted she felt Carl taking his place. 

She felt Carl's cock slid into the mess Brad had left inside of her.

The replacement hard cock instantly brought Sarah back to life, her pussy quivered around the new invader. Her legs and arms embraced him.

Sarah fucked the stranger as if he were her long lost lover, her body clenched to his as they did the ancient dance of mating.

Carl's cock made soft squishing noises as it slid in and out of her sloppy hole. She was getting wetter and wetter as she was fucked.

She wondered if Rick would be able to tell she had been cock-pounded when she got home? Right now she was enjoying Carl's cock too much to care.

"Oh yes, that's it, fuck me!" she moaned as Carl's cock battered her cervix.

Over the following hour Carl and Brad took turns tag-teaming the horny young wife.

They pumped load after load of sticky strings of cum into her pussy until it was running down the insides of her thighs from her red, swollen pussy lips. Still she wanted more and more not being able to extinguish the inferno they had ignited.

It was two worn out young bucks that delivered Rick's wife home to him that night.

"Did you have a good night Dear?" Rick asked looking up from his newspaper as she entered the room.

"Come upstairs and I will show you!" she smiled kicking off her shoes and heading up to their bedroom. 



Commuting Home



So here we are again, headed home from yet another long day at work. I'm excited for tonight's drive however. I've been planning this commute for a while, deciding to liven up the typical routine. While sitting at the red light, I lean over & whisper to you that I have no underwear on. I tell you that I have been thinking about your cock in my pussy all afternoon. Letting you know that my dirty thoughts made me hot; I'm horny and wet as hell. I ask if you'd help me with my problem. I lift my skirt & part my thighs, revealing a freshly shaved snatch; smooth, & glistening with wetness. You groan with pleasure and tell me to relax and enjoy. You place your hand on my thigh and I quiver. It's not going to be a typical drive home. Hopefully I can keep the car on the road. I worry we might be seen by other drivers, yet it also excites me. Knowing that others could see our nasty act sends a thrill through me. 

You reach out and caress my leg, stroking it with your fingertips, slowly moving your hand up my thigh. The anticipation in me builds with your touch. I can feel my pussy lips swelling, and my clit tingling. I can't wait to feel your fingers in my cunt. As I pull my pocket rocket and butt plug out of the glove box, you smile with a devilish grin. You tell me your cock is getting hard & straining against your jeans. Game on! 

You continue to touch my leg, ever so lightly at first and then increasing in strength with each stroke. Your hand is moving closer, and closer, to my moist hole; the tension in me building. I feel my nipples harden, the tips swelling and puckering with desire. You move your hand slowly up my thigh, too slowly for me. So I wiggle my ass on the car seat and lift my hips, aching to reach the warmth & strength of your hand. I want to feel your hand engulf my crotch, I want to feel your fingers inside me. I love when you spread your fingers and stretch my cunt open. When you twist & turn your fingers inside me, my pussy goes wild.

You sense my need and your fingers finally reach my swollen clit. I instantly cum, and my hot cream fills your hand. You suddenly jam 3 fingers in my pussy, plunging them deep. As you do, another orgasm overtakes me. My muscles tighten on your fingers, eagerly drawing them deeper into my wet hot cunt with each spasm. As you thrust your fingers in & out of me, I reach out & grab at your cock. 

I hear the sharp intake of your breath, and feel your cock respond to my touch. I groan, anticipating the feel of you in my hand. Your rod is swollen & fighting against the confines of your jeans. I trace the outline of your cock with my finger, and press my hand against its bulge. Feeling it respond again; practically dancing beneath my touch, and growing ever harder & longer. I struggle to release your shaft, nearly causing a wreck. I watch with glee as you unbuckle & unzip your pants, revealing your beautiful rock hard cock. Oooooh, I want to suck it & taste it!! 

I place my hand on your shaft and touch the tip, feeling a bit of cum that I know tastes so sweet. I want to taste it, so I bring my fingers to my mouth & suck your cum off them. The feel and thickness of it makes me even wetter. I can feel my juice dripping down my crack towards my ass. I watch excitedly as you take the butt plug, slide it into my pussy and moisten it. Glistening and dripping with my cum, you remove the butt plug from my oozing cunt and tell me to lift my hips. As I feel it penetrate my ass, my body rocks with another orgasm and I squirt hot juices all over your hand, myself and the car seat. As we laugh, you plunge your fingers in my snatch again. The sheer pleasure of having 2 holes filled starts a chain of small orgasms. Each spasm is stronger, deeper, & longer, than the last. My body racked with convulsions, I suggest that we should stop at a nearby park and finish what we've started. I've packed a few more things and have plans for you!!! 

I pull up to a park, where we both rearrange our clothing a bit & get out. Trying to cover the evidence of your desire is a bit harder for you. The tip of your cock pushing hard against your pants, seeing this turns me on even more. I love knowing how much you want me! I go to the trunk and pull out a blanket and a picnic lunch. We walk over to a wooded area. I lay out the blanket, and put down the lunch. I take off my shoes, unbutton my blouse, taking it off along with my bra, and unzip my skirt & let it fall to the ground. I then lie down on the blanket and tell you to come over and eat my pussy. You tell me only if I finger fuck myself first; while you watch, stroking your cock. 

My hand reaches down towards my pussy, slowly traveling over my quivering stomach. I love playing with myself, and watching the desire on your face while you watch me pleasuring myself. The intensity of your gaze and your quickening breathing as you watch me finger myself. Watching you, watch me is hot as hell. I slip a couple fingers into my crotch and feel the soft moistness of it. The dark depths of my cunt inviting my fingers, wanting to engulf & caress them. It's inviting me; no, calling me, to plunge my fingers in. As I touch my clit I shudder again, and my knees go week. Moaning, I slip my fingers into my wet pussy and feel the warmth of its embrace. Loving it, you ask me to describe how it feels while I fuck myself more. Your voice caresses me and fills my soul, my need for you growing each moment. Trying to put words to the feelings I have, are impossible. 

I try to explain how it feels, but fail. The nastiness of having my own fingers in my cunt, while you watch with your hard cock cradled with your big hand, turns me on beyond belief. My body begins to float. All other thoughts & the world have disappeared. The moment is only about our sexual desire and need for each other. The sight of your swollen rod makes me quake with want and desire. As my clit hardens, my pussy lips swell and fill with blood. My juices flow and the wetness makes me hot. I finger fuck myself more, feeling my stomach tighten, my leqs shaking as a series of orgasms take over me. My body squirms in pleasure and I watch the satisfaction on your face. All I know is my cunt, the outside world is gone. Mmmmmmm my cunt feels good, I love my cunt. 

I decide it's your turn, and ask if you'd like me suck your cock. You show me the obvious answer, thrusting your cock towards my face. I greedily get down on my hands & knees; take your cock in my mouth & slowly start to lick & suck it. My hot breath on the tip of your shaft, my tongue lightly touching & caressing it, makes you growl with desire. Your taste, your smell and your thickness are heavenly to me. My desire for you increases as I take more of your cock in my moist mouth. My tongue traces the rigid line of your cock; circling it; moving down your cock to the bottom of your rod. I grab your balls and caress them, while sucking your cock from the top to the bottom. Up & down, and up & down again. You moan in pleasure, relax and enjoy the sensations pulsing through you. Your thick shaft throbbing & wanting release, yet you restrain yourself telling me you want to fuck my tight ass. Please I ask, being the slut that I am. I love having my ass fucked hard, while I play with my clit and touch my pussy lips. 

You reach around & shove your fingers in my pussy, making me squeal with delight. My breath catches; and suddenly my clit twinges & starts to pulse. My juices squirt all over our hands, its thickness & hotness oozing all over us. I reach behind me and caress your cock with my wet cum. The touch of my fingers on your cock sends you out of control, and you start to ram your cock deep into my ass. You plunge my ass hard & fast with your cock, the pace & speed increasing with each thrust. You tell me you love the tightness of my ass, how awesome it feels to fill that hole with your thick rod. You are getting really turned on every time I touch myself and that you can't get deep enough in my ass. I ask you to plunge deeper. It hurts at first, but it's a pain that feels good. It increases the intensity of each orgasm. The thickness of you filling my ass is beyond description. I go to town finger fucking myself, thrusting them deep into my wet cunt. My nipples harden, my back arches, and you pull my hair & tell me you're about to cum. I beg you to cum in my ass, while continuing to shove my fingers in & out of my hot cunt. I feel an orgasm building as well and as you start your climax, I come with you. My pussy convulsing, my ass muscles closing tightly on your rod while you shoot your cum in me. I feel the warmth of it, and my orgasm reaches its intensity. Oh yeah, baby. Fuck me, fuck my ass, I beg you to fuck me so hard I'll remember it tomorrow. You continue to pound your juice in my ass, and your breathing tells me of your complete satisfaction. I squirm as I cum and we are both spent. Our limbs draping over one another, entwined and entangled. 

While our sexual appetite is fulfilled, our physical hunger needs to be taken care of. So we untangle ourselves, drape clothing over our sweaty, naked bodies and dig into the picnic lunch with abandon. What a great commute!! Can't wait to go it again!! 



Commuting in NJ



I'm a commuter. So I ride the NJ Transit trains into New York every hot day of summer. Which isn't as bad as it sounds. Because my job lets me wear anything I want, even short shorts and halter tops. I think my looking great in them doesn't hurt.

One particular night in August, I felt something poke me when I sat down. At first I just thought to myself that these trains were falling apart. But as the train left Penn Center, the poke began to feel pretty good. As a matter of fact, very good after a hard, hot day. If I shifted just so, whatever it was ended up right in the crack of my ass. I was very careful so the guy one seat over from me didn't notice. Just at that point we came to a bumpy section of track and I swear whatever was poking me grew! Straining its little heart out to get where only my lovers have been. As if it knew where it was going. It felt so good I almost pushed against it. But these shorts cost me fifty dollars. I wasn't about to ruin them on broken spring.

At the Newark stop I got up and checked my shorts for holes. There weren't any and there wasn't anything wrong with the seat either. I couldn't figure it out. But when I sat down, I felt it again. Knowing my clothes weren't in danger, I began to let go on this thing. It poked and pried and I squeezed and ground the crotch of my shorts into my pussy. I was having such a good time I didn't notice we weren't moving yet.

Self conscious, I stopped in mid-grind and looked around me. Nobody noticed my exhibition. But in the window, I saw the reflection of the man behind me. He looked me right in the eye and smiled. At the same time I was given a real good poke.

I looked around again and thinking fondly of Erica Jong, smiled back at him. In fact, I gave him a good grind and got up. Still smiling at him, I went into the little bathroom they have on these cars. In the cramped bath, with the train now moving, I stripped off my shorts and panties. As I stuffed the shorts into my bag's pocket, I thought about the hand that disappeared between the seat back and cushion. This guy has long arms.

I returned to my seat wearing just my panties. They were a type of thong pair, but the top was long and truth be known I was turned on by it all. The air felt cool as I dropped something by his seat and bent over. To make sure he saw what I wanted him to, I watched between my legs. As I sat down I felt the familiar poke again. It nestled right up into my crack. I kept my ass squeezed shut so he'd have to fight for the prize like a salmon going upstream. He did fight, too. His finger twisted this way and that, but never got past the fleshy parts. Then a second finger, a third and in no time at all his whole hand was between my cheeks. The fingers started prying me apart. It was getting a little sweaty though, so after a few failed attempts his middle finger got into the crack of my ass. He began sliding back and forth over my hole.

Each time, he moved just a little bit past my anus. I couldn't help myself and started to squeeze a little. I've always liked in the back almost as much as in the front. But, he didn't want that and with a crooked finger inside pulled me into the seat. It hurt a little, but Wow, what a turn to be possessed and control by a stranger from behind with just his finger. And he did control me. I couldn't move with that finger's strength holding me to the seat.

It was clear that he wanted me to wait. So we started again. I gave up being coy and shifted so he had free play with everything I owned. He began playing with my anus again. And that sensitive piece of skin in between asshole and pussy. Sliding that finger all the way forward and back over my anxious anus. It was getting real slippery with my juices now. Good thing these seats are plastic.

Back and forth, adding pressure, pushing deeper each time. And the train's motion added immensely to the excitement. On this stroke he stopped. I couldn't help myself and pushed back onto his hand as far as I could, but still he didn't move.

I thought he was teasing me. Then I looked nervously around. 

Feeling safe or rested, he inched his finger forward like a worm. Or a grappling hook. One finger would move forward and grab onto me like a hook then pull me toward him. Then, while the other fingers held on, his middle finger reached and grabbed once more. He took his time until the hook was buried in my pussy to the first knuckle. Then the other fingers inched and grabbed, pushing the hook further into me.

I loved it!

Then the train jerked around a corner, impaling me further. Secure and sticky, he began the sliding motion again. Just when I was ready to come he pulled out. Shocked, I lifted myself up and felt the cold air on my wet pussy and ass. I sat down immediately on a cold puddle and a warm hand that shaped like a spear. The hook found home again and was quickly joined by another. Sliding in and out they felt great. Even better when his thumb tweaked my anus.

I want more! I saw him in the glass and nodded my head vigorously. As the train sped on and the passengers thinned out, more fingers entered my pussy.

It's an experience I've never had before; sitting on a wrist an inch above the seat with cold, cold air conditioned air all over my ass. Slowly, he started to impale me with his hand. My own juices making all of this possible. He had all four fingers me now, I know it. I could feel the knuckles along the base of his fingers. Between his thumb in my ass and those four beautiful fingers in my pussy, I was so filled, so close and wanting even more. He gently started flipping his fingers inside me like he was waving to someone in my chest from below.

I could feel his middle finger tickle my cervix on each stroke. God, this feels good. I took a napkin and put it in my mouth to keep from talking.

But he wasn't through. He increased his fingers movement until they was spinning in me. And the train was moving side to side on some rough track so that I felt like the whole train was fucking me blind! I couldn't hold out long after this started. I knew when it started in my nipples that this was going to be a wicked one.

Holding onto the armrest for life with one hand, I crammed my own knuckles into my mouth to keep quiet. Then I sank on him with all my weight. The first wave came like an explosion. I couldn't even see. I shuddered and screamed into my hand. Behind my, my friend said "bless you". After that, they came like gunshots. Each one rocked me. I must've looked like an epileptic. When I had the strength to lift myself up, he slid his hand out of me with a sound like a popgun. People heard it, I swear to this day. But, I didn't care 'cause it made me come again right then. A little nervously, I looked around. We seemed safe, so I turned around to smile at my friend. But he was gone. Was it all my imagination. Was the man behind me just some innocent that got off three stops before I "got off"?

Disappointed, I shifted so my undies went to where they belong and got up from the puddle I made to go to the bathroom. Nobody ever uses these things and when they do, they lock the door, right? So in I walk and there's a man sitting on the john. I'm totaled now. All sorts of guilty things going through my mind. I start to apologize and leave when I notice his smile. Then he limbers his right hand. And I know it's my turn.

I walk over to him and he removes and pockets my panties. He lifts the top and kisses my navel and then flicks a tongue stroke on my clit. I almost go over again. He turns me around and puts both hands behind my back and holds them by the wrists. Then he lowers me onto him as he sits there on the john. It seems to know its way and slips into me easily, wet as I am. He pulls me down on him tight and we just sit there. 

He brings his finger to my face and pets my lips, then pries them open and feeds me two of those lovely fingers. I lick and suck each one like the cock it was. This is new to me, too. I've never tasted myself. Well, not this wantonly, but they taste delicious.

He puts each of my hands between our thighs and begins to move in me. Still sucking, he pulls my head back by grabbing my short hair. He wants to see my face as he fucks my mouth. I keep my head like this for him and eagerly suck as much of his hand as I can get into my mouth. I feel his hand move down my throat, over my breast, under my shirt. He cups a breast I can feel him swell even more inside of me as we move only fractions down there.

A sharp stab of pain comes from a nipple pinched. It makes me start to move on him. How does he know I like that? He pulls and pinches my nipple soft then hard, then strokes like a little cock, all the while feeding me cock and hand. He wraps his ankles over mine securing me to him. Locking me in place. We are a unit. Deeper in both ends and pulling on me from the front. I feel it coming. It is rising. Swelling. Pull it harder. I push into his hand and his fingers bite me and twist.

O God, yes! I pant.

I can't help it. I begin to hump him. Grind into him, with tears of need in my eyes. Again he bites my nipple with those wonderful fingers and the stab is felt below. I am flowing so much I can hear it drop into the water of the toilet below us. Once more he grabs the nipple and strangles it. This is it, I can hear cannons go off as we rock and thrust. Oh, how good this feels. Let it never end. And again he grabs the nipple, and once more, but less, I go off again. 

We sit like this for only moments, though it seems much longer. Then we switch places. He kisses me on the mouth and sits me down on the john and stands in front of me with a cock in need of a mouth. I give him mine.

Starting slowly, swirling and sucking, I take more and more of him until I have fur in my face. The train motion makes this more of an adventure, too. It's almost like there's three of us. When he starts to thrust I leave to work on his balls. I used to practice this by rolling candy sour balls around in my mouth. It's something that gets me a lot of moans now. But after a few minutes he backs away. "It's okay. You can do it. I like the taste." 

But without a word he lifts me up and sits on the john again. He turns me around and spreads my ass cheeks and kisses me right on my hole. I look over my shoulder, knowing what he wants and smile. He smiles back and starts on my pussy again. The cool air has dried me off, so he juices me up again and slicks my ass up good with my own come. That sliding motion of his is so good I almost come again. When it's wet enough he eases a finger into my ass. Standing up like this makes me even tighter and we both enjoy it. I didn't realize I was holding my breath until the penetration makes it come out in a long sigh.

He feels so good back there!

This is what I wanted from the first. All I thought I could get on a train seat. One finger buried all the way into my ass. He begins to stir his finger around and around. And about every other turn he flicks my clit with his other hand. I reach back and milk his hard, hard cock as he adds a second finger.

Still twirling and loosening - this man knows his female anatomy! I'm more than ready and we both know it. I ease down onto the head of his cock. He lets me set the pace. This is my job. 

So using his thighs for support I begin to move. A little corkscrew at first. Then up and down just on the head, moving deeper each time. I feel great! He pushes my halter above my breasts and plays with my nipples again. He pulls and twists and snaps them just rough enough. When all of him is inside me, I snuggle back against his chest. He wraps his other arm around in a comforting hug. We sit like this for a moment while I squeeze him with my muscles.

He hand slides down to my very wet and loose pussy, affectionately patting my belly on the way. His other hand, my favorite, gets kissed again and goes back to my breast. When the train stops, I start to slide on him. When I moves again I am riding *him* as well.

He tells me I'm beautiful. That I feel like silk on him. That I make him feel fantastic. He licks my juices off his hand, tells me I taste like wine. This better not be a dream.

I begin to really move for him. Piston on him until I've stretched his cock two more inches just with my muscles. Up and down, side to side and with the train's assistance back and forth and all around. As his climax builds he bites and sucks my shoulder. Squeezes and kneads my breasts until I can feel them swelling. When I pick up the pace, he does too -on my clit. 

Faster and faster we ride with the train speeding up for the final leg. I jam my head back on his shoulder as his teeth sink into my skin. This brief pain only adds. My hands are clawing his back as he molds and squeezes my breast. And still we move faster. - harder. I thump his thighs on each downstroke. Our breathing comes ragged and hard through open mouths drowning in the hot air. The track becomes jagged and rough. At just the right moment everything cooperates - even the lights go out. And we come with a rush that puts spots in my eyes. 

Then all we can hear is our breath coming from deep down as the jerks within us die down.

So there we are when the lights come on. Sitting mostly nude on a john in a speeding New Jersey Transit commuter train. He's still hard inside me as he wraps me up in those long arms of his. One last curve and he's shrinking fast. And when his cock finally slips out, he kisses my ear and neck before letting me up. He stops before I take a step and begins to clean my ass and pussy with tissue paper. 

Done, he has me step into my shorts and slides them up my legs slowly, with style. Before he zips up the fly, he kisses my clit one last time. I pat his head and smooth his hair. When the train pulls into the station, two stops past mine, we are in our seats as if nothing has ever happened.

I can not tell you what this man looked like. Other than a cooked index finger, a circumcised cock, or a double jointed thumb. I can tell you that the man who smiled so broadly at me as we left, wore black. 

And that I look for him every day. To...and from work.



Commuting on the 7.45



Same train, same carriage, same seat and same boredom. Five days a week, every working day for the past seven years I had endured the same routine. As usual I tried to read the newspaper folded in my lap but my concentration was poor. At twenty-six I was obviously at one of those crossroads of life. The divorce was finalized but I had no man in my life and I badly needed some good sex. I could do my job to the satisfaction of my bosses but the thought of even another year at the same place made me want to scream in frustration. 

I closed my eyes and let my mind wander over one of the two subjects that dominated my mind these days. I saw myself on a white sandy beach in the tropics, surrounded by handsome men bearing cooling drinks. Eenie, meeny, miney, mo. Hmmmm which one would I choose for tonight? Oh how I wanted to get out of the rut of my current life and travel abroad.

The sudden squeal of the train’s brakes jerked me out of my reverie and I groaned as the train halted between stations. Another morning late for work meant another late arrival home that night. I yawned and looked around the carriage at my fellow commuters. All wore the same long suffering look at the predictable interruption of our trip. My eyes caught those of another girl who was sitting facing me a few seats down the aisle. I guessed she was in her mid-thirties, her short dark hair framed an attractive face and I envied her slim body. She smiled directly at me then grimaced and shrugged her shoulders in resignation. I smiled back and shrugged my shoulders in agreement of our situation. 

As I gazed back down at my paper I found myself wishing I was sitting next to the friendly traveler. I raised my head to look at her again and blushed as our eyes met once again. This time the stranger smiled, licked her lips suggestively with her tongue and blew me a kiss. I felt my face turning crimson as I looked quickly down at my paper once again. 

When the train jerked forward once again I could feel her gaze on me and I wasn’t game to look up. My mind raced; oh my god was another woman trying to pick me up? Strangely, even though I had always considered myself straight I felt no revulsion at her flirting. In fact, I admitted to myself as I pretended to read the paper, I felt somewhat thrilled that she was attracted to me. Finally the train drew into the city central station and as I folded my paper I risked another quick look at the lady. Damn she was looking straight at me and again she blew me a kiss. My cheeks blushed bright red and I jumped off my seat to stand at the door to be first off. I felt people crushing in behind me and I froze as a hand touched my left arse cheek. A quick caress, a squeeze and a pinch sent shivers through me as the train finally stopped. The door opened and I jumped out and practically ran off the platform and out into the rush of the city.

All that day I couldn’t get the girl on the train out of my mind. What would it be like to make love with another woman I constantly wondered? At one stage I got myself so hot and wet that I had to go to the toilets and masturbate. I realised with some astonishment that I was excited and not repulsed and wondered if I would I see the girl again? Would I be game to sit in my regular train seat tomorrow morning?

After a restless and almost sleepless night I decided that I was worrying unnecessarily. As I ate some breakfast I resolved to sit in my usual seat, after all, I had never seen her before and the chances of her being in the same carriage today were very slim. So it was with some determination that I boarded the carriage and sat in my usual seat. I sighed quietly as a quick look around showed no sign of the lady. I giggled to myself as I wondered if my sigh had been one of relief or disappointment? Two stations later I looked up from my newspaper and there she was sitting in the same seat as yesterday! Of course her eyes were looking straight at me and once again I watched the lick of the lips and the blown kiss.

I kept my eyes on hers and shook my head slightly from side to side. I was trying to convey to her that I was not interested, although the sudden dampness in my pussy seemed to tell me otherwise. She looked around to make sure nobody was watching us and almost imperceptibly shook her head as if not accepting my answer. As I blushed bright red again and wriggled in my seat I unconsciously wet my lips with my tongue. My suitor smiled and again licked the tip of her tongue around her lips. I felt small beads of perspiration breaking out on my forehead and dug around in my bag for a tissue. As I patted the tissue across my brow the girl nodded her head up and down, obviously pleased with the effect she was having on me.

In total confusion I gazed back down at the paper for the rest of the trip. Thank god it was Friday I thought, at least I would have the weekend to rest and try and sort things out in my mind. At last the train jolted to a halt at city central but I was slow collecting my things and as I moved to the doorway she was standing right in front of me. Once again that brilliant smile was flashed at me as she reached forward and stuffed a piece of paper in the top pocket of my jacket. I shivered as her hand brushed my left breast and then she was gone and I made my way slowly to work.

I sat at my desk trying to concentrate on my work without success. I was afraid, literally afraid to look at the piece of paper in my pocket. All sorts of things ran through my mind, could I trust this woman, was she a stalker, why did she make me so turned on every time I thought of her smile? Those lips and tongue, what would they taste like? What would she taste like?

After an hour of indecision I finally took the paper from my pocket and unfolded it to read: ‘I really want to talk to you and I think you want to talk to me. Meet me Saturday morning at 11.00am at Winter’s Coffee Shop. If you don’t show I promise I will never bother you again. But you will show, won’t you? Love J’.

Winter’s Coffee Shop was located in the group of shops near the station where I caught the train each morning. Had she been watching me or just knew the station where I joined the other commuters? My mind was so confused that by lunchtime I had a bad headache and took the rest of the day off, much to the annoyance of my boss. I went home, took some headache tablets and slept for a few hours. When I awoke I wrote down all my thoughts about this lady on a large sheet of paper, a system of problem solving that I had used previously. After weighing all the pros and cons I decided that I would meet J tomorrow morning and have this talk she wanted so badly. Having made that decision I felt more relaxed and found myself nervously excited and actually looking forward to meeting this mysterious lady called J.

I slept amazing well that night and woke the next morning feeling refreshed and more than a little nervous. I had trouble eating breakfast and agonized long over what to wear that morning. After a long shower where I carefully shaved my legs and underarms I selected a dark blue knee-length skirt with a plain sky blue top with a vee neckline. I shivered in anticipation as I slipped on small floral panties and a matching bra. The top and skirt looked fine in the mirror and I spent a long time on my hair and makeup. The thought that I was going to all this trouble for coffee with a girl and not a guy made me giggle at myself.

Naturally I was ready long before I needed to be and I paced around my apartment telling myself to relax and not to be nervous. Even though I could easily walk to Winter’s I decided to take my car in case I needed a quick exit. So just before the appointed time I drove through the small strip shopping center and to my delight found a parking spot two doors down from the coffee shop. I shivered as I checked myself in the car’s mirror, took some deep breaths and with an outward calm that conflicted with the churning in my tummy, made my way to the shop.

I saw J sipping on a cup of coffees at a corner table away from the other customers. I waved to her and after I ordered a cappuccino made my way to meet the mysterious J.

She stood as I approached and held out her right hand in greeting. “Hi, I’m so glad you came, my name is Jayne. I’m really happy you came, I knew you would.”

“Hello Jayne, I’m Laura.” I replied as we shook hands and sat opposite each other. “You knew I would come? You were that sure?”

“What a lovely name Laura,” Jayne’s smile lit her face. “ Yes, I had a feeling, sometimes you just know.”

“You make a habit of picking up strange women?” I asked, then I giggled as I realized what I had said, “Not that I’m strange, at least I hope not.”

Jayne laughed. “No Laura, I don’t make a habit of picking up strangers. But you looked so sad, morning after morning on the train, and I just knew I had to talk to you. Ah, here’s your coffee.”

“Well I’ve just gone through a stressful divorce settlement Jayne, that would account for my moody mornings. And I need a new job too, I have to break away from the deep rut I have dug for myself.” 

“Divorces are shit aren’t they?” Jayne replied. “I went through one three years ago so I know how you feel. Fortunately my neighbor was wonderful and she helped me through a very rough period.”

I felt myself relaxing as Jayne and I chatted away, she had a way of asking probing questions that allowed me to talk openly and honestly about my marriage and divorce problems. She told me about her experiences that were amazing similar to mine and we were soon chatting like old friends. 

After nearly three-quarters of an hour I said, “You know Jayne, this chat has been really good for me, I’ve been able to unload and talk about stuff that I couldn’t discuss with my family or friends.”

“I’ve really enjoyed it too Laura.” Jayne replied as she licked her lips in that suggestive manner. “But it could get a lot better.”

A shiver ran through my body as I asked, “Ummm what do you mean Jayne?”

“I bet that since you split with your ex that all the guys think you are an easy lay, right?” Jayne looked directly into my eyes as she asked the question.

I blushed and said, “You’re not wrong, Jayne.”

“And mostly what you need is to be held and hugged, to feel safe and not used for a quick screw, am I right again?”

I nodded in agreement as I felt one of Jayne’s legs rub against mine under the table. I resisted the urge to move my legs and waited for her next words.

“Let me tell you a little story Laura.” Jayne smiled as the tip of her tongue once again wet her lips. “I was really depressed after my marriage broke up and at one stage considered suicide. One day my neighbor came over and found me sobbing, I was a total wreck. She just sat on the couch with me, held me in her arms and told me it was all right to cry, to grieve for my marriage. She was wonderful, a person I could really talk to, just like you have with me.”

I nodded again, wondering exactly where this story was leading to as Jayne’s leg continued to rub mine.

“When I finally calmed down and she wiped away the last of my tears she leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead. I was so overcome by her help I gave her a peck on the lips, as I would a close friend, know what I mean?”

Again I nodded, unable to find words. Jayne looked around to make sure other customers could not hear here, then in almost a whisper she continued.

“Next thing I know her hands hold my head and she pulled my mouth to hers and she kissed me. Oh Laura, how she kissed me! It was the sexiest, softest kiss I have ever had, so much better than any mans. Next thing I know she is unbuttoning her blouse and unclipping the front of her bra. She pulled my mouth down and I sucked on a large nipple, it was amazing. Laura, I had never ever considered myself bisexual but to cut a long story short we ended up in my bed for most of the day. You look flushed Laura, are you ok?”

Jayne looked concerned but of course she could see the effect her story had on me.

“Ummm yes Jayne, I’m ok.” I smiled as I felt small beads of perspiration break out on my forehead. “What a lovely, amazing story. Do you, ahhhh, still see you neighbor, or was it a once only?”

“Oh we see each other regularly Laura, we are very good friends.” Jayne smiled sexily again. “Laura, have you ever thought of making love to another woman?”

“Not until you blew those kisses to me on the train on Thursday.” I replied, surprised at my own honesty.

“And now?” Jayne asked.

“I, I’m not sure Jayne, to be honest. Yes I need some good sex and I find you very attractive.” I swallowed and continued as I looked straight into her eyes. “But whether I can do “it” with another woman I don’t know.”

“Come into the toilet with me now Laura, let me kiss you once, please. If you don’t like it then we can go our separate ways or just be friends, it’s up to you.” Jayne paused for a few seconds as my mind raced. “But don’t let this be one of those times you will look back on and regret not giving it a try.”

I closed my eyes as Jayne’s foot moved higher, rubbing just above my knee. ‘Come on Laura’, I thought to myself. ‘Give it a go, she’s right, no regrets.’

To Jayne’s surprise I stood up quickly and grabbed my bag. She looked up at me with her mouth open as I said, “I need the toilet Jayne, that coffee has gone straight through me.”

“Oh, me too.” Jayne recovered quickly and grinned at me. “Lead on McDuff.”

I giggled at the phrase I had not heard for many years as I led the way through the tables to the toilet. My tummy was churning as I pushed open the door into the Ladies, what would it be like to feel that sexy mouth on mine?

The two cubicles were unoccupied and I turned as I heard the door close behind me. I was trembling as Jayne came close and placed her hands on my shoulders.

“Relax and enjoy Princess.” She whispered as her hands moved up to hold my head.

I watched as Jayne wet her lips once more then closed my eyes as she moved her mouth onto mine. Softly, so softly I felt her lips touch me as she turned my head a little sideways. The pressure became firmer as she guided my head forward and I felt myself kissing her back!

“Oh God,” I moaned and my eyes flew open she broke the kiss.

“More?” she asked huskily.

“Ohhh yes!” I whispered as my arms went around her and our lips met once again.

Never had I been kissed like this before! I opened my mouth as our lips crushed against each other’s. I felt Jayne’s tongue pushing it’s way into my mouth, playing with mine and exploring around my teeth. I’m sure my knees were shaking as I delighted in the longest and sexiest kiss of my life.

Jayne must have felt my knees sag as she took her lips off mine and asked, “Are you ok?”

I opened my eyes and nodded, again I was lost for words.

“Come back to my place Princess? Make love with me?” Jayne’s pleading words were music to my ears.

“Oh yes baby!” I moaned as I pushed my lips to hers once again.

I didn’t hear the toilet door open as Jayne and I kissed deeply once again. A polite cough made us suddenly break our embrace as we saw a well dressed lady in her forties standing there watching us.

“Oh I’m sorry!” I burst out, suddenly finding my voice.

“Oh don’t worry about me girls, I’m just turning green with envy.” The lady smiled encouragingly at us. “Enjoy yourselves, I wish I could.”

“Thank you so much.” Jayne replied as she turned to me and said, “Come on Laura, let’s go to my place.”

She gave me another playful peck and then to my surprise turned to the lady and kissed her full on the lips. The lady stood with a look of surprise and amazement as Jayne pushed me to the door.

“Never give up, there is someone out there for all of us.” Were Jayne’s farewell words to the lady as we left the toilet, both of us giggling like teenagers.

As Jayne and I ran the short distance to my car my mind was spinning at the events of the morning. As we settled into our seats I turned and impulsively kissed my sexy companion once again before starting the engine and pulling out into the traffic.

Jayne instructed me how to get to her home which wasn’t far away. I drove carefully in the midday traffic, unable to wipe the large smile off my face.

“Good kissin eh Princess?” Jayne asked as I stopped at some traffic lights.

I looked across to see Jayne sliding her right hand down the front of her designer jeans. She moaned as her fingers obviously found the wetness between her legs and played there for a few seconds. Jayne looked at me as she withdrew her fingers and sucked them greedily into her mouth. A loud blast from the horn of the car behind me jumped me back to reality and I pressed the accelerator down again.

“Mmmmm it tastes so good Princess, soon I’m gonna taste your cunt.” Jayne laughed. “Don’t you love that word? And you’ll taste my cunt baby. I know you’ll love it. Turn left here, up the end and turn right, not far to go Princess.”

I finally turned the car into Jayne’s driveway and stopped at the end of the front porch. Jayne opened her door and jumped out as all of a sudden I had an attack of nerves and sat there holding the steering wheel. Jayne slammed her door shut and was halfway along the porch before she realized I had not moved. Quickly she came back around to my side of the car, opened the door and squatted down beside me.

“Attack of the nerves Laura?” She asked quietly as she stroked my right arm.

All I could do was nod my head up and down.

“Ok, take some deep breaths honey. It’s completely understandable, such a new situation for you.” Jayne breathed deeply in tune with me as her firm fingers took my hands off the steering wheel. “Come inside Laura, we can have a glass of wine and just talk if that’s what you want. No pressure from me, you can leave at any time you like.”

“Ok, thanks Jayne, you are so nice.” I smiled wanly as I let her assist me from my car.

With Jayne’s arm around my waist we walked across the porch and she showed me into her lovely home.

“The toilet’s down there, third on the left.” Jayne smiled. “I’ll be in the living room here, a glass of cold Chardonnay perhaps?”

“That would be lovely Jayne, thanks.” I did need to go to the toilet and I took my time with a refreshing cold wash.

Feeling a bit better I returned to the living room and sat down on the cool leather couch beside Jayne. She handed me a glass of wine and I sat there sipping on the refreshing drink.

Jayne stayed silent until the glass was half full. “Feeling better now Princess?”

I smiled. “I like it when you call me Princess, it’s a lovely nickname. Yes I do feel a bit better thanks, you are so understanding.”

Jayne move close so our knees were touching. “Nerves are only natural Princess, especially when you have a little thinking time. When I was seduced right here on this couch, it just happened, I didn’t have time to think. And once she got me going, wow, I didn’t think about anything but what was happening to me.”

“Why did you kiss that lady in the toilet?” I asked. The wine was relaxing me and I felt my spirits returning.

“It was just on impulse. She seemed so genuinely happy for us, not many in that age group would be Princess. I just wanted to give her something exciting to remember.”

“Well I’m sure she will remember today, just as I will.” I drank the last of the wine and moved a little closer to Jayne. “But I don’t want to just remember the kisses in the toilets.” I raised my head and looked into Jayne‘s eyes. “I want you to taste my, umm, taste me Jayne, and I want to taste you.”

“Say it Princess, what do you want to taste?” Jayne’s words were almost like an order.

I took a deep breath and replied, “I want to taste your cunt.”

“And taste my cunt you will Princess, just relax and let me guide you.”