0 comments/ 22931 views/ 4 favorites A Train Ride to Remember By: Klittikins Forcing my way through the press of bodies, I glanced at my watch. Damn, it would be a miracle if I made it to work on time. Not only had I missed my usual train, which would be bad enough by itself, but the one I had chosen as my next best bet was running late. Fidgeting on the edge of the platform, I thought of the important client I was supposed to be meeting with first thing this morning. As I contemplated the dire fate surely awaiting me at work, the vibrations heralding the approach of the train ran through the ground. Feeling relieved, I stepped through the open doors and eased myself down in a just vacated seat. With the train rapidly filling, I proceeded to indulge myself in a favoured pastime. Glancing around I noted some interesting specimens. Towards the front of the car there was an Asian, with small but perky breasts. I imagined myself caressing those pert peaks into taut awareness, with her moaning into my mouth as I reached behind her to release her hair from its confinement, causing the silky mass to fall around us like a curtain. There was also a blond, dressed in a rather conservative skirt suit, wearing glasses and with her hair pulled neatly back in a bun. Ignoring this image of propriety, I instead envisioned what she wore underneath. The sheer pantyhose, crotchless perhaps, held up by lacy garters encircling pale thighs. As I bend her over the office desk, her skirt would rise, revealing shaved mons slick with desire. With a jolt, the train moved off, knocking me out of my pleasant fantasies and causing a girl standing next to me to brush my shoulder with her hip. She moved away as she sent me an apologetic smile, lighting up her rather plain features. Struck by this transformation I studied her more closely. I ran my eyes over the indent of her waist up to her chest. Her breasts were not overly large, and curved as if to fit right into my hands. As I raised my gaze to her face, I noted a light smattering of freckles over her nose and cheeks. While further examining her features, I noticed a reddening of her cheeks. I lifted my eyes to meet her grey ones, wondering if she had caught me observing her. To my surprise, she was staring straight ahead and only a slight blush and quickened breathing gave evidence that something was amiss. Intrigued now, I lowered my view to her lithe hips, the lines of which were barely visible under her pleated school skirt. A hint of movement caught my eye and as I stared I saw something move again. Could she be masturbating? But no, both her hands were visible. Shocked, I came to the only reasonable conclusion. Someone on the train was interfering with this young girl. I glanced around her, but the train was so full it could have been one of any five persons. Bringing my gaze back to the girl I could now see a definate rythmic motion occuring. As I watched, an elderly man leaned forward and whispered something in the girls ear. Biting her lip, the girl nodded and slowly began to raise her skirt. I looked on in awe as his hands became visible, gently stroking the young girl's pussy. Leaning forward again he blew a stream of air into her ear as he inserted one long, arthritic finger inside her cunt. Amazed at his boldness, I glanced up at him.....and he was looking straight at me with a smirk on his lips. I looked around. Did no one realise what was happening? Was I the only one who noticed something out of place? Apparently so, for everyone else was just concentrating on minding their own business. The old man eased another finger into the girl's cunthole and began pistoning them in and out. By this stage you could see her juices shining as they seeped from her pussy onto her thighs. My lips were dry, and as I licked them the old geezer reached around with his other hand and palmed one of her breast. The girl's breathing became audible as he tweaked the nipple between his fingers causing it to become instantly erect. Not being able to take any more, the girl closed her eyes and began to move in tandem with his hand. Taking this as a sign the old man began to rub his thumb over her clitoris, adding one more finger and beginning to earnestly finger fuck her. Moaning now, the girl started to thrust herself back upon his hand, resulting in a squishing sound emanating from the vicinity of her sopping wet twat. By this time I was painfully erect and squirming around on the seat in an attempt to manuver myself into a more comfortable position. Still looking into my face, the geezer released the girl's breast and reached to the front of his pants. I stared at him as he pulled out his thick 5-inch dick. Surely he did not intend to.....but apparently he did, for as I watched he stooped down slightly and eased his hard cock into the girl's oozing pussy. I couldn't take it anymore. Manouvering my briefcase into a position to block my lap, I pulled out my aching penis. With a sigh of relief I began to stroke it just as the old man fucked the girl standing next to me. As he got more excited he grabbed the girl's hips under her uniform and began to pound her in earnest, stroking in and out of that sweet pussy. I began to imagine it was me fucking the shit out of that girl, right there in the open while the whole train looked on. I was getting closer and closer to my orgasm, pumping my cock vigorously, when the old man pulled almost completely out of the girl's pussy. As I watched on anxiously, he again whispered in the girl's ear. The girl opened her eyes, looked straight at me and licked her lips. I stared at her mouth as I jerked off, imagining those luscious lips wrapped around my cockhead, that mouth taking me inside and drinking my cum as I thrust deep into it. With my head filled with these images I watched on as the geezer gave a mighty thrust, pulling the girl back onto his cock as he did so and they came together as the train pulled up to the station. My cock still spasming from my own orgasm, I watched as the old man withdrew from the girl, zipped up his pants and disappeared into the crowd exiting at this stop. Leaving the girl standing there, jism dripping from between her thighs, panties around her ankles. She winked at me as she pulled them up and exited the train as well. Whew! I thought as I cleaned myself off with some tissues from in my briefcase, today might not be such a bad day after all. Feeling slightly more optimistic I relaxed as the train moved off again. If only work could be this good. A Train Ride to Remember After a hard days shopping with a friend and a few glasses of wine to unwind I board the train home. A bit tipsy, we're laughing, and chatting, examining our purchases. It's quite late, but the trains quite busy, we see two free seats and sit down. You look up over your newspaper as we take our seats. You smile to yourself listening to us discussing our upcoming holiday; your attention peaked as we mention the bikinis we'd bought. You look up to see me holding the top up against me. You begin to imagine us wearing them, touching each others breasts through the fabric, kissing, hands wandering, but your eyes focus on me, it's me you're imagination fixates on. I get a sensation of someone watching us, I look up and shuffle slightly in my seat "mmmm I'm glad you were watching, you're hot" I think to myself. I smile at you, jolting you from your fantasy, you smile back, but a bit embarrassed at being caught looking, you look back to your newspaper, heart racing. You overhear me whispering to my friend that I think you're sexy and how I wouldn't mind you removing this bikini I'd just bought, were I to meet you on holiday. You smile your mind enjoying the thought. You try to control your thoughts as you feel your cock twitching thinking about rubbing up against my semi naked body. The train pulls into a station, you notice that we're standing and find yourself relieved that I hug my friend goodbye and then sit back down. I take a book out of my bag, but I can't take my eyes off you, I'm happy I have this sexy man to entertain my eyes on the journey home, I've still got a long way to go. I begin to fantasise about you leaning over to me, kissing me but my mind keeps skipping straight to you fucking me hard over the seats. Now it's my turn to blush as I realise you are looking straight at me smiling, I smile back and my heart starts pounding in my chest as we hold the gaze for a moment, then I notice your eyes peel away, moving down my body, over my breasts that are slightly revealed by my low cut top, to my legs, which are crossed. I take my hand to my knee and glide it up my thigh moving my skirt higher revealing my toned, tanned thigh. You shift in your seat as you feel your cock twitching again and stretch your legs away slightly toward mine, as your eyes follow the line of my leg to my foot as it flicks off my shoe. Your eyes follow my foot as I uncross my legs, leaving them slightly open allowing your eyes to wander up my inner thigh, to see a glimpse of the fabric of my knickers. Pretending to be reading I watch you from over my book, coyly smiling as I follow your eyes, your coy smile showing you like what you see, which turns me on more. My attention pulled away for a second as I notice the train pulling into the station and the movement of people in the carriage as they leave. There's less passengers now. As I open my legs a bit wider, pushing my legs against your legs, I scan the carriage and notice people sat behind and to our left, but all seem engrossed in their own business. Bolstered by this I return my attention to you and see the movement of my legs did not go unnoticed, your eyes transfixed on the tops of my thighs. As your eyes enjoy the view up my skirt, your mind wanders, thinking about how much you want to run your tongue up those thighs remove those knickers and bury your face in between my legs, as your fantasising you feel my foot grazing your calf. Your attention pulled back, you look up at me to see I'm pretending to read my book. My foot continues up your thigh, you feel your cock throbbing as my foot grazes past to your other thigh and back down your other leg. Replacing it back outside of your leg, without lifting my gaze from my book, although I'm not reading a word, my heart is pounding in my chest all my awareness focussed on sensing you. I feel your legs touching mine, pushing my legs further apart. I smile and reposition my hips welcoming you between my legs as I look up from my book to meet your gaze. You're smiling back at me as our eyes lock, I see a mischievous twinkle in your eyes. I follow your eyes down, as yours head back up my skirt, mine fix on your crotch as I see your cock bulging in your trousers. I subconsciously lick and bite my lip as our legs rub against each other, I can feel my pussy getting wetter I'm so turned on. As the train slows to another station, you sense people around us shifting and move my legs closer together with your legs. I respond by lifting my legs up and positioning then onto your thigh, positioning one calf over the bulge in your trousers, you reposition yourself to allow me to rub my leg against your swelling cock. Our gazes fixed I'm getting more turned on watching your facial expressions. I move my foot to your cock, rubbing my foot over your now hard cock, your hands over my legs disguising to some extent what I'm doing. This should be your stop, there's no way your getting off this train, you know most people get off here and the train will be quite empty, this thought and the feeling of my foot on your cock makes it throb harder in your trousers. As the train empties, feeling your throbbing cock against my foot, my pussy tingling in anticipation I realise there's only one direction this can go, my heart pounds faster at the realisation, then slows as I sense you moving. With the train still in the station my heart sinks as I realise this must be your stop. You smile at the disappointment on my face and lean in to kiss me, pausing for a second close to my face, our eyes soaking each other in. I breathe in and realise you smell as good as you look, making my whole body tingle as your lips meet mine, your tongue parting my lips to meet mine. Putting your hands round my lower back you pull me into you, my knees aside your thighs as I straddle you, you slide down the seat slightly as my pussy delights in feeling your hard cock pushing against it. I lower my hips further onto your body, rubbing my pussy over and over your cock as your hands hold round my back, kissing madly, our tongues wrestling exploring each others mouths. You pause for a second and let your eyes scan the carriage in front, you smile as you see a women change seat so she is no longer facing us and shuffle in her seat as she looses herself in a book. Other than that you see a young couple sat together backs to us sharing headphones. I scan the carriage behind us, there's only 2 people, a women with her back to us, and a man facing us from the back of the carriage, but appearing to be asleep. Happy we can get away with this you turn your face to my neck, I'm pulled back into the moment by your breath on my neck and as you kiss my neck, my body shivers with pleasure. As your mouth moves back to my lips your hand moves round between our bodies to caress my breast. I gasp as your hand reaches inside my top and your fingers find my nipple. I reach my hand under my bum, moving my hips back slightly, my hand finds your cock, gripping it, stroking it firm through your trousers. I undo your zip, reaching my hand inside I take hold of your cock, you gasp as I release it from your trousers, my hand making firm strokes up and down as I move my hips closer again so I can rub your cock on my clit. Your kissing me harder, your fingers squeezing my nipple, hand squeezing my breast harder as you get more turned on feeling my hand rubbing your cock against my pussy, feeling it getting wetter through my knickers. You can't hold off, you're aching to fuck me, I'm aching to ride your cock. Keeping one hand on my ass so you can pull me in closer, your other hand leaves my nipple to come between our bodies, finding my knickers and pulling them aside, just as I move your cock in, it rubs against my pussy. I bite my lip and drop my face into your neck, stifling my moans as you finger my clit. I move your cock in toward my pussy, circling around the entrance for a moment coating the end in my juices, then positioning my hips closer so I can lower slowly onto your cock. Slow movements so we don't give the game away too much. You exhale deeply into my neck as your cock sinks gradually inside me, inch by inch, deeper inside me, my pussy tight on your cock at first, you feel it getting wetter as it welcomes your cock deeper inside. I'm biting my lip, face buried in your neck, I move my hand to your shoulders gripping tight, your hands both firm on my ass, squeezing it slightly as I lower fully down into your body and begin circling my hips, screwing into you, screwing your cock deep inside me. We pause for a second both savouring you being inside me, we look up, our eyes fixing and as we kiss, my hips begin to raise and lower on your cock, my movements slow and deliberate, your hands continue to squeeze my bum and push me up then lower me down in time with my hips. Each time I lower into you I push my bum harder into your thighs, circling my hips, screwing your cock a bit deeper inside me. Looking deep into each others eyes, a twinkle in both our eyes at the thrill of what we're doing, the slow movements frustrating us, making us want each other more. As we hold the gaze I start to move my hips quicker, we glance round the carriage no one appears to be paying attention. It feels like the train gains speed as I do, riding your cock harder and faster, eyes locked, faces close, breathing faster into each other faces, smiling and gasping. I kiss you to suppress a moan as I circle my hips again rubbing my clit against your body, my pussy throbbing, my whole body tingling with excitement. I pull my hips back along your thighs as you pull me back toward you, moving forward and backwards on your cock, speeding up with each forward movement, my clit slamming against your body as we fuck faster and faster. I hear the woman sat behind us clearing her throat and as I see her shuffle in her seat, it drags me back to reality, I realise we are no longer being discreet, but I'm so close to cumming I don't care and as your hands push my hips back hard into you, I loose myself in the sensations consuming my body. Kissing each other hard to suppress any moans, my hands gripping into your shoulders, my knuckles white, your hands squeezing my bum, your knuckles white, we fuck harder and faster. We pull away burying our faces in each others necks, biting my lip but not managing to suppress all of my moans as we cum together, gasping into each others shoulders, the throbs in my pussy rushing through my body as it pulses on your cock, milking your cock as it explodes cum deep inside me. My body shakes in your tight grip as you pull me close into you, hands moving up round my back to hold me in, our eyes meet as we breathlessly laugh, kissing each other and gaining composure. The train starts to slow, I tell you this is my stop, you tell me you missed your stop at the last station. Laughing I begin to slide my hips back, moving off your lap, repositioning my skirt and sitting in my seat as you do up your trousers. Grabbing my stuff together, slipping my shoes back on as the train pulls in at the station. Waiting, watching me, soaking up the image of me, my smile, my eyes, how my hair falls and as you start to soak up my body, I lean in and kiss you, taking your hand and leading you off the train back to my place... A Train Ride to Remember "Time!! Please put your pencils down and pass your examination booklets to the front of the room. Hope to see all of you next semester," the professor exclaimed. Having just completed his last exam of his first semester of college, Parker was overwhelmed with joy. He had spent the majority of the semester working up to that moment, spending endless hours in the library instead of partying like most freshmen. Parker kept telling himself that it would all be worth it after graduating when he lands a great investment banking job. Without hesitating, Parker packed up his calculator and pencils. He was out of the classroom door within seconds. Cruising down the quad and taking a shortcut through the library, he was headed towards his dorm room. Before the exam, he had spent the majority of the morning packing his stuff to bring home to New York for December break. "Hey dude, I'm heading home," Parker told him roommate. "I'll be back the weekend before classes start up again." "Damn man. Your finals schedule was ridiculous," his roommate responded. The college scheduled finals for a 2 week period at the end of each semester. Parker, by pure luck of scheduling, was done in the first 3 days. He picked up his duffel bag full of dirty laundry and headed to the bus stop. Parker was headed towards Boston's South Station to catch an Amtrak train. On the bus ride he reflected on how his semester went. "Fuck. I barely accomplished any of my goals this semester," Parker thought to himself. "What's the point in going away to college if I'm not going to enjoy it?" Number one on the list of things unaccomplished was getting laid. He had only had sex once before, with a girl he met the summer before college began. But it went so horribly that Parker needed a new chance to redeem himself. Between his constant study habits and his quiet demeanor, he didn't meet a lot of girls. He was actually a decent looking young man though. His body was relatively athletic due to four years of high school soccer. He had a nice tan which complemented his big brown eyes and dark brown wavy hair. But unless a girl was going to jump on top of him in the library, he wasn't getting laid anytime soon. Arriving at South Station, Parker looked up at the departure board to see when the next train was leaving - Regional Service to New York's Penn Station. Luckily, the train was almost ready to leave, so Parker rushed to the window and bought a reserved coach ticket. The train was near empty since it was midweek morning. Parker's finals schedule was paying off, since the train would likely have been packed a week later with everyone traveling for the holidays. Inside the car, there were perhaps ten other people scattered around. Parker found his assigned window seat midway down the car. He got comfortable and was ready for the train to start moving. Right as the train was pulling out of the station, Parker felt a shadow over him. He looked up to see the figure of a woman standing in the aisle putting her luggage onto the overhead racks. The woman gave Parker a smug little smile and sat down next to him. Parker was too annoyed to look directly at her. His first thought was that the train was pretty empty, and that even though everyone had assigned seats it probably would be fine if she moved elsewhere. That way he wouldn't feel so claustrophobic and both of them would be much more comfortable. But he was too afraid to say anything. Then she crossed her legs. Parker, without thinking, glanced down to see a nicely tanned and rather toned thigh. Suddenly, she was much more welcome to sit with him if she wanted. Trying not to make it too obvious, for the first couple minutes of the train ride the young man snuck glimpses down at her legs. Occasionally she would ever so slightly shift her body weight, raising her dark blue skirt revealing a tiny bit more of her thigh. While she was looking down at a woman's magazine, Parker felt compelled to get a better look at her face. Ever so casually, he looked directly at her and was quite surprised. While he was expecting a woman in her 20's or 30's, here was something completely different. She was much older, probably closer to 50. But she looked great for her age. Her shoulder length brunette hair surrounded the soft tanned skin of her face, only slightly showing lines that revealed her true age. She had a youthfulness about her, while still showing that she was clearly a mature woman. Parker pulled out a magazine and pretended to read it in between glances at her firm legs. The magazine also helped in disguising the stiffening of his cock in his pants. Suddenly, out of the blue, the woman looks over at Parker. She opens her mouth and asks, "Do you know how long this train takes to get to New York?" Dumbfounded that she was talking to him he quickly looked up from his magazine and managed to get out the phrase, "Umm what?" "How long does this train take to get to New York?" she replied. "Oh. Well like 4 hours." "Shit. I'm going to miss my meeting," the woman started speaking frantically." I knew I should have flown. This was such a stupid idea. If I don't please these clients I know I'm going to get fired. I just know it...And then what the hell am I doing to do with myself?" Parker stared at her not knowing what to say, or even if he was supposed to say anything at all. It was a rather awkward position that he was in. The woman closed her eyes and took a deep breathe. She looked back at Parker, who looked like a deer in headlights. She said, "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to freak out like that on you." "Not to worry. It happens to the best of us." "Thanks. I'm Jane." "Parker." He reached his hand out to shake hers, overjoyed at being able to touch her soft skin. "Lovely to meet you Parker." Jane uncrossed her legs and moved her body to better face the boy. It was apparent the woman's legs weren't her only great feature. In the split second that Parker moved his body towards her, he managed to catch a peek at what appeared to be an ounce of cleavage showing. Without making it too obvious, he adjusted his body again to get another quick look. She wore a white and blue striped button-down blouse. With the top button undone, a little of her large natural looking breasts peered through. As Jane spoke she ever so slightly leaned towards the young man, as a person who was genuinely interested in the conversation would do. Parker attempted to do his best to keep the conversation going while trying not to look too noticeable with his downward gazes. It was pretty mild, casual conversation. He explained his academic life while she discussed her career in advertising sales. Both seemed content with having a conversation to pass the time on an otherwise dull train ride. Plus Parker was pretty excited by the short glimpses he could sneak at this other woman's body. At one point, Parker attempted to suavely look downwards at Jane's magnificent legs. He waited for a short break in conversation when he knew she wasn't looking directly at him. His eyes glanced as far down as they could without moving his head, which would have been too obvious of his intent. When his pupils finally reached their destination, Parker was treated to a fantastic view of Jane' toned thighs. Her legs still uncrossed, Parker followed them up with his eyes from her feet to her knees, all the way to her skirt. Suddenly, his heart started pounded uncontrollably because in amazement he realized her could see up her skirt to her inner thigh. His erection, which never completely went away, was now hard as ever. Parker looked back up at Jane's face, who apparently was already staring right at him. Immediately Parker assumed the worst. He thought to himself, "Damn it!! She definitely caught me staring at her. I'm such an idiot. She's probably totally creeped out now." Parker turned away because he couldn't bear to look Jane in the eyes. After what seemed to be an eternity to the boy, Jane finally opened her mouth and said, "So what do you want to do after college?" "Umm. Go work on Wall Street," Parker barely mumbled out. "Oh really? I'm sure you'll be very good at that." In his mind Parker was freaking out because he didn't know whether he has been caught or not. Was she playing it off that she didn't see? Or maybe she didn't care? All he knew was that he wasn't going to take any more chances, which meant no more cheap views. As the conversation continued, it was apparent that Jane wasn't going to make any reference to Parker staring at her. About half an hour into the ride, the train rolled into the Providence train station. A couple of new people got onto the train, but very few ended up sitting in the car Parker was in. "I'm kind of cold," Jane said to Parker. "I should get my fleece blanket from my suitcase." The woman turned towards the aisle and stood up. She reached up towards the overhead bin to try to get to her luggage. It had shifted while the train was moving, so it was now deeper into the compartment. Not being very tall, on her first attempt she realized it was too far to grasp. Her next attempt, Jane stood on her toes to better reach. As she did, Parker started to take notice. The further she would extent her body, the higher her skirt would rise. Parker couldn't help himself but to look. By the time she was finally able to grasp her suitcase her skirt allowed for a fantastic view of her silky smooth legs. Suddenly, Parker got a millisecond glimpse of what appeared to be red panties. "There we go," Jane said as she was able to finally come down with a blue fleece blanket. She unfolded and covered herself with it. Disappointed, Parker thought to himself, "Fuck. Now I can't see anything. I guess sneaking peaks was fun while it lasted." "Parker, I'm being rude. You're probably cold too. You are welcome to share my blanket with me." "Oh thanks Jane. I appreciate it." He cast a smile in her direction. The truth was that he wasn't cold, but he just wanted to be closer to her body. Lucky for him, the blanket wasn't terribly large, which meant both of them shifted closer to each other. Their arms touched as they both shared the armrest between the seats. On more than one occasion Parker felt her left breast rub against his bicep as she shifted position. The train plowed through Hartford, Connecticut. Parker was starting to get extremely horny from all the cheap feels. His cock jumped slightly each time he felt her tits touch his body. The blanket helped well to conceal his raging hard-on, as he no longer had the need to put in the extra effort to hide it. Conversation between the two was pretty casual. Jane mostly was asking about his life at school. "So how are the ladies treating you?" Jane inquired. Parker looked away from Jane's glare and responded, "I do all right for myself. No complaints." "You are such a liar!! Parker, I can always tell when people are lying." "No really, I do okay." "Parker, I'm in marketing. It's my job to lie to people all day long. I know when people are exaggerating the truth." "Well, what about you? Are you married? I don't see a ring on your finger." "Divorced. It happened last year. I found him in our bedroom with a coworker. I was away for a business trip and I came home a day early. You can imagine my surprise when I opened the front door and heard moaning." "Oh my god, I'm so sorry Jane. You deserve someone who will treat you right." "You're so sweet for saying that." Both of their arms still resting on the armrest, she moved her hand on top of his. Parker was surprised by the physical contact, but he tried not to let himself become too nervous. She squeezed his hand slightly, and started gently rubbing the digits of his fingers. Speechless, Parker gazed down to the blanket where his hand was being held. Meanwhile, Jane was staring right into Parkers eyes. Jane opened her mouth to say, "You really are a sweet guy." "Um thanks I guess." "No, you really are. You should never change that about you." Without notice, Jane lifted Parker's hand off of the armrest. Still in her grasp, she moved both of their hands towards his body. Jane rested their hands on Parker's knee. He looked up into her eyes. She looked down towards his crotch. Her nails gently dug into his skin as she moved her hand towards Parker's inner thigh. Parker let his hand drop to his side. She began to rub back and forth, inching closer towards his fully erect cock. Parker's breathing became much deeper and his heart was pounding faster than ever. As both were staring at what was occurring in Parker's lap, Jane turned her head and softly blew into his ear. The older woman's hand casually brushed over the top of Parker's raging hard on. On her second pass over his crotch, her fingers came to rest on the zipper of his jeans. With the palm of her hand, Jane began to press downward rubbing his penis through his clothing. Parker let out a quiet gasp. She continued to massage, feeling the outline of his stiff member in her hand. "Let's see what we've got here," Jane whispered into his ear. She pulled at one end of Parker's brown belt, yanking it through the loops and out of the buckle. With the side of her tits pushing against his body, she leaned closer to unbutton his jeans. A rather audible zipping noise came from Parker's crotch. Already nervous, Parker was extremely worried that another passenger may have heard his pants being unzipped. He raised his head above the seats to see if any of the other people on the train were suspicious. Luckily for the two of them, the only people in the car appeared to be sleeping or reading. Jane maneuvered her fingers through the hole of Parker's boxer shorts. She came to rest on the flesh of his penis. With each of her fingers one by one, starting with the pinky, she slowly wrapped them around his cock until she had a firm hold. Parker looked towards Jane as her tongue sensually licked her upper lip. "Nice cock you have there," Jane quietly exclaimed as she snuck a peek under the blanket to get a look at it. "Heh. Thanks." It was only thing that Parker could get out of his mouth. Fully grasped in her right hand, Jane started jerking Parker's cock up and down. She began slow but sped up as time went on. There were several moments when Parker needed to adjust the fleece blanket as it started to fall to the floor. One instance in particular, Jane gave a rather violent tug, sending the blanket flying and leaving Parker exposed to the world for several seconds. The train made a stop at New Haven, Connecticut. The conductor walked down the aisle towards the couple. Jane stopped what she was doing and the two moved their bodies further apart. The conductor continued straight passed the two, and moved on to another car. A man and a woman got up from their seats and exited the train, leaving about four or five others still in the car. Parker was relieved when he heard the doors closed and no one new got on the train. Jane leaned in closer to Parker again. Her face pushed up against his, she licked his ear lobe. She whispered in a sensual voice, "I love the way your young cock feels in my hand. I haven't seen a dick like yours in years." Parker smiled. Somehow he mustered up the courage to say, "Can I see your pussy?" Jane looked towards him and let out a little laugh. "Of course you can, baby." She did a quick look around of her surrounding to see if any of the other passengers were paying attention. The remaining people on the train all looked half dead. No one was talking, and those that were awake were far enough away that they couldn't be aware of the debauchery that was occurring between Parker and Jane. In one quick motion and without much notice, Jane lifted her body up and reached up her skirt. She grabbed a hold of both sides of her panties and in a flash pulled them down towards her ankles. Sitting on the ground were a pair of red silk panties that Parker had only seen a glimpse of before. Jane picked them up and stuck them in the seat between them so that no one else would see. She lifted the blanket slightly in Parker's direction so he could have a peek. His eyes lit up as he stared down at her completely shaven pussy. Jane took his right hand and moved it towards her mouth. His fingers came to rest on her full lips. Jane opened her mouth and licked his middle finder. The top digitals of his finger entered between her lips, and Parker felt a warm sucking sensation. After several seconds, she pulled his finger out her mouth. Jane looked into Parker's eyes and whispered, "Go for it." She looked down towards her pussy and up into his eyes again. Fear started mounting in Parker, as his inexperience was making him extremely nervous. Even though he had watched a significant amount of porn, he was not quite sure exactly what to do next. "Come on Parker. My pussy is waiting for you." Even if he didn't know what to do, he knew he had to do something. Almost in slow motion, Parker hand rested on Jane's thigh and glided closer to her twat. Finally it rests between her legs. He gently touched the lips of her pussy. His middle finger lightly flicked her clit. Jane let out a soft sigh, so Parker knew he has to be doing something right. Parker started moving his finger around her clit quicker noticing Jane's positive reactions. Her sighs started to get deeper and louder as time went on. He looked up towards her face to see she was desperately trying to bite her lip to suppress the noises coming from her mouth. After a couple minutes, eventually she had to pull his hand away since the fear of getting caught was getting too great. "Did I do something wrong?" Parker said, obviously self-conscious of his inexperience. "Not at all, baby. That was great. I just couldn't keep quiet enough so no one would hear us." The train pulled into the station at New Haven, Connecticut. Several people entered the car in which the two were sitting. An elder gentleman walked down the aisle towards them. He gave a friendly smile to the pair as he passed. The blanket did well to cover up any inappropriate activity below. He eventually took a seat not far away. Several others would take seats nearby. Parker whispered, "Well I guess that ends our fun." She looked around the train to assess the situation. "Well not necessarily. I think I have a plan." Jane had a sneaky looking grin on her face. "Follow me." Jane adjusted her skirt and got up from her seat. She began to walk down the aisle. Parker was a little apprehensive about having to stand up. After putting his cock back inside his jeans there was an obvious bulge for the world to see. Jane looked back to see what the holdup was, and motioned with her head for him to follow. He moved quickly towards her hoping no one would notice. Towards the end of the car, Jane stopped walking. She looked around to see if anyone was paying attention. Everyone looked half dead. Jane grabbed Parker's hand, opened the door to the nearby handicapped bathroom, and pulled him in. She immediately shut and locked the door behind them. The bathroom was large enough that it allowed for some room for the two of them. In one corner was a stainless steel toilet, and there was a small matching sink on the other side. "Finally we have some privacy," Jane said. All Parker could get out of his mouth was a nervous laugh. "Parker, you are adorable. It's so nice of you being with an old lady like me." "Come on Jane, you don't even look that old." With some trepidation he said, "I think you're actually pretty hot." "Aw you are so sweet." She put her hands on his chest and moved in closer to him. Looking directly into his eyes she kissed him full on the lips. Parker put his hands on her waist and gave her a long passionate kiss back. A Train Ride to Remember Jane put the lid down on the toilet seat and sat down. She grabbed the buckle of his belt. He stared down at her while she unfastened it. The woman pulled down his pants, along with his boxer shorts. His rock hard penis flopped out. "Mmmm. Now I can finally get a closer look at that cock of yours." Jane pulled him in close. Her tongue gently brazed over the tip. Parker's penis jumped slightly. The woman continued teasing the head of his cock. She started up at him and their eyes locked. At that moment Jane put the boy's cock fully into her mouth. She began moving it in and out of her mouth. Her tongue massaged the shaft. "Ohhh." Parker let out a gasp in pleasure. His eyes effortlessly rolled towards the back of his head. Parker had been given a blow job once before, but it was nothing like this. That same girl he had previously had sex with gave him a terrible blowjob. She was awkward and didn't really know what to do. Parker had just assumed that was all there was to a blow job, not realizing how much better it could be. That was mediocre, but this was incredible. She continued sucking him off for several minutes. Her hand jerked off the base of his cock. At one point her hands let go of his shaft, and she started unbuttoning her blouse. Parker stared down her shirt, as more and more cleavage was being shown with each undone button. In what seemed to Parker like ages, he eventually saw her big tits cradled in a red lacy bra. Jane, realizing if she continued too much longer he was going to blow, stopped what she was doing. His cock came out of her mouth. She continued undressing by removing her shirt. Parker's eyes were focused on her tits sitting in that bra. "Would you like to see them?" Jane said with a sinister smile. "I call them my girls. And I think the girls want to come out and play." "Um yes. I would love to see them." Jane reached around her back and undid the clasp of her bra. She teased him slightly by ever so slowly taking the bra off. Finally, she let it drop to the floor, exposing her breasts. She had medium sized reddish-pink nipples, which looked great against her tanned olive skin. Her tits sat nicely on her body and were not nearly as saggy as most women her age. "Well Parker. Are you just going to stare at them for a while or are you going to play with them?" "I...um...." She stood up from the toilet seat, grabbed his hand and placed it on her right breast. It felt soft to touch. He gently gave it a squeeze. Parker put his other hand on the left one, and began to massage both. She reacted favorably to it, so he kept going. He played with her now erect nipples. He rolled them between his thumbs and index fingers. After about a minute he finally took some initiative. The boy moved his mouth towards Jane's right nipple and began to lick it. He took several swipes with his tongue before moving to the other one. "Ohhh, Parker you are such a tease. Suck on them baby." Without pause, he put it in his mouth and began sucking. She moaned slightly. He looked up but continued on. Softly he bit down with his teeth. "Ohh that feels good. How do you know so much about pleasing a woman?" Porn was the real answer, but he chose to leave that unsaid. There was a sudden jarring noise at the door. The two of them went silent, realizing someone was trying to come in. Thankfully, the door was locked. Both of their hearts started racing comprehending the potential for getting caught. The person, seeing the door was locked, must have moved on. "Maybe we should stop," Parker stated. "After you sucked my tits like that? Making me horny as hell? Not a chance we are stopping." "Ok whatever you say." "Yup, it's whatever I say. And you've made me so hot that I want you to fuck me." "Right now?" She left out a giggle. "Yes Parker, right now. Stick that beautiful cock inside of me." Jane pulled her skirt up revealing her shaven pussy. Her panties were still wedged between the seats of the train. She lifted her body up and sat down on the rim of the small metal sink. She braced herself by putting her back against the mirror. Her legs spread apart. Parker moved towards her, stopping when his dick was an inch away from her vagina. He took a deep breath and pushed his meat against her pussy lips. Jane's hand helped to guide it inside of her. With his first pump, she let out a huff. He kept going, pushing his shaft in and out. Without stopping he pulled his shirt over his head. Her hands pushed up against his chest, with her nails gently scratching him. Jane's breathing got louder and louder with each pump. He tried to pump harder, seeing how far he could shove his cock inside of her. Jane made a loud moaning noise. He slowed down. "Shhhh. We are going to get caught." "I can't help it. You're too good baby." "Just try to keep it down a little." Jane bit her lip as Parker started up again. He started off slow, but was soon going faster and harder. Meanwhile, the older woman was trying really harder to contain her noise. He pulled her body up towards him so that her tits pressed firmly into his chest. His arms wrapped around her for support. The boy loved the feeling of this older woman's tits pushed up against his body. She squeezed his firm bicep. His cock pounded the inside of her vagina. After some time, he couldn't take it anymore. He was ready to explode. "Jane I'm...I'm...going to...cummm." "Ohhh ohhh. Cum inside me baby. Cum inside me." "You sure?" "Ohhh, yes. About five pumps later, Parker couldn't hold it in anymore. He grabbed her ass and gave one last push deep inside her pussy. A gallon of jizz erupted out of his penis. He let out a grunt, matching the volume of Jane's loudest moans. Parker pulled out his cum covered cock from inside her pussy. She jumped down from the sink. Her pussy was dripping from the combination of their juices. "That was great," Jane said. "You were wonderful. I needed a good fucking like that." "You weren't bad yourself Jane." She laughed, "Wasn't bad? You've had better?" He chuckled as well. "No you were by far the best I've had." The two cleaned themselves up and put their clothes back on. Parker's heart pounded as he opened the bathroom door, fearing that someone would be standing on the other side. His mind raced at the thought of being caught. As the door opened luckily no one was there. In fact, barely anyone on the train looked awake. They returned to their seats finding their things were still there, including Jane's red panties hidden between the seats. Five minutes later the conductor got on the loudspeaker, "We are now entering New York's Penn Station." "Well that was a quick trip," Parker said. "Yes time just flew by." Jane and Parker collected their belonging and exited the train. Inside Penn Station they exchanged numbers. Jane said, "Call me sometime. Anytime." "I definitely will," replied Parker. They hugged, and parted in different directions. A Train Ride to Remember A little note to readers. All of my stories have been based on either my favorite fantasies ("In the rain," and "Watching" or actual events in my life (In the Ladies Room," and "My secret confession." I struggle big time with just making something up. :) This story is a loose play on both, hope you enjoy it. Don't forget to leave me feedback as I really look forward to reading what you think, the good and the bad. Oh and please vote. :) Thanks for reading. Ali * Jenna shifted on the hard, uncomfortable, and sticky metal bench. She looked up from her book, distracted by a couple of teenage boys passing her. It was obvious that they were completely oblivious to the fact that she was sitting there. She almost shouted at them when the heavier one came less then an inch from stomping on her foot, protected only by the two flimsy straps of her sandal. They hooted, grunted and whistled their approval and appreciation to a beautiful blonde standing in line for tickets. Jenna rolled her eyes, and sighed in irritation. Was it hard wired that young men had to be obnoxious and ridiculous in the presence of any beautiful woman? She pushed her reading glasses back up the bridge of her nose and pursed her lips as she shifted again and crossed her slender legs. She wished a breeze would come and dry some of the moisture gathering at the back of her neck. Absently and somewhat bitterly, she recalled a time when she had let her dorm room roommate dress her up in a replica of Halle Berry's Cat Woman outfit and do her make-up for a Halloween party. She had thought she looked good. Well as good as her, less then a handful, boobs and stick like figure could look. But the only recognition that she was even alive came from the foreign student whose English was barely understandable and whose face reminded her of a monkey. Jenna shook the memory and allowed her eyes to curiously fall over the woman. She couldn't see her face, as her back was to her, but from behind she was very easy to look at. Her long silky blonde hair graced her narrow shoulders and flowed down her back in playful waves. The curve of her hips was a slow and easy line to follow before plunging down her long, sun kissed, and literally perfect legs. The little black flowy dress she wore hugged her body and complemented her flawless skin. Her small, delicate feet were decorated in strappy hills and Jenna found herself swallowing a lump of thick and sour tasting jealousy. She moved her eyes back up the woman's body, and felt her heart drop and the blood in her face jump fifty degrees in temperature when her lingering gaze met with the blank stare of the man now standing beside the blonde bombshell. Where had he come from? It didn't matter she was more then embarrassed. A flimsy smile sprang to her lips then fell away quickly as she tore her eyes away and returned her attention back to her book. For the next fifteen minutes Jenna starred at the words in her book and tried, without success, to get back into the story. Relief washed over her when she heard the familiar sound of the train. Slamming the book closed she watched as the train approached and came to a stop. She felt the butterflies in her stomach swarm, and smiled at her child like excitement and anticipation. This was it. She was going home for the summer. No classes or exams, no teachers, no nothing. She wouldn't answer her phone, or check her email. She'd just lay buy the river and relax for the next two and half months. College was tough, she was doing well, liked her friends and even some of her classes but she missed home. She couldn't wait to go to lunch with her mother every few days, and take the boat out with her father. Her parents, she knew, missed her too. They were having a hard time adjusting to the fact that she was nineteen instead of twelve. Jenna adjusted the scrunchy that held the thin and dry tail of brunette hair out of her face then dropped her reading glasses in her bag. She scanned the small train station and guessed the train would be crowded. A huge number of people fell into a long line at the entrance to the massive machine that never failed to awe her. Hopefully she wouldn't have a chatty person sit next to her. She didn't want to talk, she wanted to eat, maybe read a little and sleep. Jenna fell into line and when she took the first step onto the boarding platform, her ankle twisted somehow and she crashed into the back of the large man in front of her. She realized she had grabbed a fistful of his jacket in the fall and released it as she tried to regain her balance. The familar heat of embarrassment flooded her cheeks when he turned to confront his attacker. With a throbbing ankle and a red face, she tried to collect herself and attempted to smile at the man starring back at her, the same man that had caught her eyeing the blonde barbie standing in front of him. "Oh my Goodness, I'm so sorry," she said failing to avoid eye contact. Of course the man had to be gorgeous, she thought. He stood easily over six foot tall, and his denim jacket hugged his broad shoulders nicely. His sky blue eyes flashed a hint of surprise before he spoke in a thick southern accent. "No problem, you okay?" He asked, a sloppy grin pulling at the corners of his lips, and a large hand pushing through the messy mop of sandy blonde hair on his head. "Yes, thank you," she told him attempting a smile. Her face felt as though it would catch fire at any moment. The blonde woman, now standing beside him, turned and looked at her strangely. She had large blue eyes, a shade or two darker then his, under wispy bangs, and pouty lips. Jenna seen her eyes flicker what looked like recognition. She knew she didn't know the couple; in fact the woman looked like she'd just stepped out of the cover of a Victoria's Secret Magazine. "Oh, I've been there," the woman said. "If you're wearin' even the slightest heel, you gotta watch your step." Her southern accent was as thick as the man's. A pretty smile spread across her porcelain like face, showing her pearly white teeth. "I'm Kay and this is my husband Jason," she said thrusting her hand towards Jenna. Jenna smiled and nodded her head, trying not to wonder if the woman noticed that she wasn't wearing heels. "Yeah, I guess I should pay more attention, I'm Jenna," she said taking the woman's petite hand. Should have worn my jeans anyway, she thought smoothing out her plain cream colored dress. Jenna inspected the platform and let out an exasperated sigh. The toe of her sandal had been caught in a crevice. "Damn it," she muttered under her breath, cursing whoever or whatever left the gapping hole in the floor. Limping slightly she moved along with the crowd until she found an empty seat and sunk into the padded chair, blowing her limp, dark brown bangs from her eyes with an upward directed sigh. It was late and she was starving, but grateful to finally be on the train. Now she could relax and watch the city disappear behind her, a sight that she had been looking forward to. The couple she'd just litterally ran into sat across from her, laughing and giggling while Jenna stuffed her face with the bologna sandwich she'd made earlier. It was a little squished but it tasted like steak to her at the moment. She watched joyfully as the rest of the passanger's boarded and listened to the train hiss as it jerked forward and began to move. Jenna stifled her giggle of excitement and ate her bag of gummy worms two at a time as she watched the city go by until it thinned out then disappeared. Not even twenty minutes later she was dreaming of sun, sand, and a fluffy oversized towel. When Jenna's eyes fluttered open, it was dark outside. The chatter of the people around her had ceased, and she heard several people snoring. Her neck was sore, so she didn't move right away; instead with her head still resting against her chair she slowly rotated it, winching at the stiffness. It took her a moment to realize what she was seeing, but when she did she almost gasped in surprise. Jason sat across from her, his long legs splayed out in front of him with his jeans undone and his soft cock in the palm of his hand. Her eyes darted to his face to find his eyes closed and his sharp, strong features relaxed. She snapped her own eyes closed, her mind reeling in shock. What the hell was he doing? There were people everywhere, asleep or not! What if someone walked by or something? Where was... what's her name? After the initial shock had passed she wanted to laugh. The irony of the situation was just her luck. Jenna stifled a smile, and wondered if he was just beginning or just finishing. It had to been one of the two. Well he definitely is not shy, she thought. Jenna thought about making a noise, yawn or mumble or something to let him know that she was waking up, but decided it would be too embarrassing. Instead, she opened her eyes just enough to see past her eyelashes. Her mouth seemed to get dry instantly. Jason pulled and twisted his hand up and around his hardening cock, the muscles in his strong arm contracting in a rhythmic motion. His wide chest rose and fell in a steady motion with deep but calculated breaths. She was fascinated and it surprised her. Her mind told her eyes to close and her head to turn in the opposite direction; however, she continued to watch his hand twist around his hardening flesh, up and over the tip then back down to repeat the motion. She felt a flutter in her chest and realized she was enjoying it. She had never watched a man masturbate before but she always thought they did it rougher, or faster. Jason's movements weren't fast or rough, he moved tantalizingly slow, like he was making love to himself. His cock was fully erect now, and although she knew she shouldn't, she prayed that he wouldn't stop. She felt a spreading heat in her core and swallowed hard. She wasn't a virgin but she was still unfamiliar with the way the opposite sex ticked. A layer of something shiny covered his shaft making it slick and as she watched his cock slip through his loose fist easily, she wondered if it was spit or something else. A faint tingle accompanied the heat between her legs, and she felt her nipples harden against her cotton bra. She liked the excitement, the naughtiness of watching this brazen man please himself. She felt a twinge of guilt, but she wasn't about to stop watching. Her fingers twitched as the delicious tingle between her clenched legs got stronger and she couldn't help but to wonder what would happen if she pulled her dress up to touch herself? How long would it take for him to notice and what would he do about it? Jesus Jenna! Get a grip, her mind screamed at her. She watched intently as his hand picked up its pace, squeezing and pulling. The muscles in his denim covered legs twitched, and she couldn't help but to wonder what he was thinking about or who rather. Jenna allowed herself to imagine that he was thinking of her, but quickly cut the thought short. It was all she could do to keep her hands relaxed at her sides instead of roaming her own flesh. The whole thing had a shock value to it. The way her body was reacting to what this stranger was doing. It was almost a form of torture. He was making her want to touch herself, to touch him, and he didn't even know it. She felt sexual tension inch through her, and the heat that had consumed her was now dancing along her body like a hungry fire, tightening her muscles and quickening her breath. She watched, her eyes now wide with wonder, concentrating on keeping her body still but feeling her muscles twitch. Her nipples ached. The whole thing was so hot, and she was hornier then she'd ever been in her life. His whole body was tense now, and his cock as hard as a rock. She liked the way his hand slipped around it, twisting. And the way he would slow down every once in awhile and squeeze just under the head. The excitement of him not knowing that she was watching and that she could be caught at any moment, had her heart thumping wildly. She wondered as a pool of her excitement gathered in her panties, what his reaction would be if she slid to her knees and took his long, hard cock into her mouth. The thought practically had her rocking her hips. Flashes of what it would look like, and feel like flicked in her mind. Her mouth watered. She imagined working her lips, the way his hand was, feeling it hit the back of her throat and swallowing his cum. She wanted to taste it. Her skin tingled and she felt good. Jenna licked her top lip and sucked in a sharp breath when Jason grunted quietly. The twinge between her legs rippled through her and she felt her back arch slightly against the back of her chair. He gripped the base of his dick and squeezed. "Do you like what you see?" He asked his voice thick, hoarse. Jenna's heart flipped and her eyes flew to his face. He grinned at her, his icy eyes watching her intently. She didn't know what to say and again felt the heat of embarrassment flood her face. Her mind worked franticly to think of something to say but she came up with nothing. "I like that you're watching me, I was hoping you would wake up," he said quietly. He was smiling at her. Say something! Her mind screamed, but nothing came, she forgot how to form words. Unable to stop herself, her eyes dropped when he began stroking himself again. "Keep watching, it really turns me on," he whispered. His words were pitchy. Jenna listen to him breath unevenly and watched him watch her. Her heart raced, but she allowed her eyes to drop again. She wanted to watch his hand move. She couldn't help it. She jumped when Kay sat down beside her and rested her hand on Jenna's leg. "He's good at that, isn't he?" Kay said with sexual over tone to her southern accent. Jenna looked at Jason. He smiled playfully and her heart slammed against her rib cage. She didn't understand. She started to move away, but froze when Kay's hand slid up her thigh. The sensation was riveting. Her skin felt like it could be on fire where the woman's soft fingers touched her. "I um... I don't...I mean... I can't," her words stalled in her throat when the woman's warm lips skimmed her cheek. Jenna felt her stomach muscles contract, her pussy pulsing with excitement. She felt the warmth of Kay's slender fingers push her dress further up her legs until the paleness of her naked skin was revealed. Her rapidly swelling clit pulsed against the soft cotton of her panties. Absently, Jenna spread her legs just a little further apart. Her mind didn't want to work, she couldn't think straight, she could only feel. Her skin was so sensitive, and she couldn't seem to stop watching Jason. It was like he was hypnotizing her. The erotic way his hand moved around his ever growing cock made every part of her tingle and ache. His eyes held hers, as Kay pushed her soft hand under the bunched material of Jenna's dress and softly caressed the wet cotton of her panties. "That's it, keep watching him," Kay whispered in her ear, "that's exactly what he wants." Jenna stiffened slightly when Kay slid closer to her, positioning her body flat against hers, so that she could feel her breasts against her arm. To her bewilderment, she liked the way it felt. Her lips quivered when Kay's fingers found her nipple through her dress and her bra, twisting it softly between her thumb and index finger. And when Kay kissed her, Jenna kissed her back, hesitantly and softly at first then hungrily. Jenna whimpered and tried to control her heavy breathing as hot flashes of pleasure echoed through her trembling body. Jason's eyes, glued to her own, seemed to darken and his jaw clenched as Kay pushed her panties aside and slipped her finger through the wet, hot valley between her pussy lips. She spread her legs further apart, consumed by the need roaring in her; bucked her hips forward, moaning quietly as Kay's soft finger tips gently greeted her clit. Jenna's mind tried to wrap around what was happening to her. She liked it so much, had never felt more passion and sexual need before in her life. Besides kissing a girl once on a drunken dare after finals last year, she'd never experienced an erotic moment with a woman. She loved it. Kay's lips moved around her ear lobe and neck while her fingers caressed the folds of her sex, teasing her clit, and dipping into her soaked cunt. And Jenna melted into her touch, she felt her orgasm twisting through her body, felt the sweat form on her heated skin. God, it felt so good. She wanted the sensations to last as long as possible. "Do you like it?" Kay asked. Her voice was husky and her blue eyes deep, alluring. "Yes, I like it," Jenna said finally. Her own voice startled her; it was raspy, strained almost and sounded nothing like her. "Good... I'm going to make you cum while you watch my husband." Jenna nodded her head. She was breathing hard, fast and already very close to climax. Hell would freeze over before she said no. Her hips gyrated against Kay's fingers as pure sexual pleasure raced over her heated skin. Her eyes followed Jason's hand, moved over his hard body and got lost in the way he watched her. She watched the head of his cock pop from his fist faster now and held his gaze when their eyes met. Kay was touching her as if she knew exactly what she wanted. Tiny explosions of pleasure started exploding at her center, and her toes curled. Kay stopped then and Jenna had to bite her lip in order to stop herself from screaming in disappointment. Her chest heaved and her eyes widened as she looked at Kay. Jason smiled a toothy smile, and winked at her when she flicked her eyes back to his face. She felt as though she had been dropped like an anchor from a ship and every muscle in her body screamed in objection. "Lick her pussy Kay; make her cum in your mouth. I want to watch your tongue work its magic baby," Jason said thickly. His glossy eyes danced with what Jenna thought might have been amusement, and he grinned broadly at her. She said nothing. Even if she wanted to, she knew she couldn't. Instead she swallowed hard then leaned over and kissed Kay. The warmth of her mouth again sent her body quivering. She felt Kay's soft hands clutch her thighs and they shared a passionate hungry kiss. The thought of getting her pussy licked sent electrical pulses running rough shot through her. She'd always loved being on the recieving end of oral sex, but had never experienced it from a woman. Kay pulled away and gave a surprised but pleased giggle as she wiggled her way between Jenna's thighs. Jenna sucked in a breath when Kay pushed her dress all the way up until it gathered just below her neck. Her heart stammered and she could feel Jason's stare on her exposed flesh. "Watch Jason," Kay said before pulling her bra down and taking Jenna's nipple into her mouth. "Beautiful," Jason mumbled. Jenna gasped at the softness of her mouth, and watched Jason's face. His eyes watched Kay as she sucked tenderly, licking softly. Fire erupted through her chest and her nipples, now hard little pearls at the ends of her breast tingled in response. Pleasure swirled through her. She didn't care about anything but what she felt at that moment. She didn't care if the whole train woke up and watched, she just didn't want it to stop. Jenna opened her eyes as Kay's lips moved over her nipples, and met Jason's lusty gaze, dark and gleaming. He still held his cock but only massaged and moved it tantalizingly slow through the palm of his hand. And as Kay moved down the flat and contacting muscles of her stomach, Jenna knew that she'd have him before they were done. She realized that she was being used by this couple and couldn't be more grateful. Kay's lips closed around her clit and Jenna bit her lip to keep the scream gathering in her throat in. She threw her head back and spread her legs as far as she could. Kay's tongue flicked and sucked her clit, while two of her long slender fingers fucked her gently. Jenna moved her hips against her, her orgasm swam like lava through her body. Her face was hot. A Train Ride to Remember "Oh god, it feels so fucking good. Taste my cum, oh god, yes, I'm going to cum," Jenna whispered. "Look at me," Jason demanded. Jenna opened her eyes and watched as Jason's hand became a blur on his cock. He was breathing just as hard as she was and sweating now. His jaw twitched and the muscles in his arms bulged more then ever. She felt her orgasm rack her body, swim through her foggy mind. She shuttered against the back of the seat and pushed her pussy into Kay's face. She wanted to scream. The soft wet tongue that moved down the length of her pussy made her tremble; made her body quake and her hips buck. Her clit throbbed and she could feel her cum dripping from her pulsing cunt. "Good girl," Jason said as he held the base of his cock. "You are so fucking hot," he whispered. Jenna smiled as she tried to regain control of her body, and when she looked into Kay's glossy eyes, she knew that she had enjoyed it too. "Such a sweet pussy," Kay said licking her lips. "Jenna smiled again but a little more nervously this time. She could feel herself slowly drifting back to the reality of the situation. She didn't know what to do now and felt her face flush a little. Would Kay want the favor returned? "Will you finish this for me Jenna?" Jason's voice was still very thick. God yes, she wanted to say. Jenna smiled, relieved that she was being directed and glad that she got to continue this amazing train ride. She slid off her chair glancing around quickly before positioning herself on her knees between his legs. She licked her lips in anticipation and trembled, a renewed desire ripped through her veins. Jason sat up, releasing his dick, and cupped her face. She felt a rush of heat swamp her body as he kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth. When they parted, Jenna reached down and closed her fingers around his throbbing cock. A need formed in her, she wanted to suck and fuck him for as long as she could. She lowered her head and eagerly flicked her tongue over the head of his cock enjoying the way it tasted and loving the possibility of someone seeing them. "Oh, you're good at that," he whispered breathlessly, as she closed her mouth around his hot flesh and mimicked what his hand had been doing. She twisted her head around his cock, and bobbed eagerly. Yes she liked it. The feel of his pulse against her tongue, the way he encouraged her. She liked it all. Jenna stilled and stiffened slightly when she felt Kay's hands on her ass. Her body responded even before she realized what Kay was doing. Humming little moans of approval Jenna continued to run her lips up the soft skin of Jason's shaft while Kay caressed her ass and back. "Suck my cock." His words made her pussy twitch; she brought his cock all the way into her mouth and bobbed her head recklessly. She liked sucking cock, and soon her clit was again begging for attention. Through her peripheral vision Jenna could see Kay watching her and rubbing her own clit. It was exciting to be sucking Jason's cock and having his wife watch. She slid her hand under her dress and rubbed her clit, gurgling a moan around his cock at the sensitivity of it. It turned her on so much. She felt his hands in her hair, as she pushed two of her fingers into her cunt, rocking against her hand as Jason's cock throbbed in her mouth. "Oh god yes, oh fuck, hang on, stop for a second," Jason whispered quickly, between shallow breaths. Jenna felt him pull her hair gently as he guided her slowly off his cock. "Come sit on my lap for a minute," he ordered his voice still very strained. Jenna smiled seductively and quickly obliged. She moved onto his lap, her pussy twitching, her body tense with need and her nipples aching. She struggled to control her breathing, and absorbed the heat and pleasure dancing though her body. Jason's hands gripped her thighs, "Good girl." Jenna spread her legs and trembled slightly in anticipation. She felt his hand snake underneath her dress and gasped quietly, when he found her pussy and pushed his finger gently past her swollen lips. She moved against his hand enjoying the rough contrast to Kay's. He massaged gently, lightly pressing on her clit and Jenna rocked against him, laying her head on his shoulder as he pleased her. She moved her hips against his cock, and Jason pulled her forward. She moaned when she felt his cock fill her pussy. It felt as if she were made to fit against him perfectly, the muscles in his chest molded to her body as she pushed against him. She rocked enjoying the sensations of his hand at her clit and his cock buried deep inside her. She opened her eyes to see Kay feverishly fingering her pussy and watching her body mingle with Jason's. Jenna wildly moved against him in response to the jolt of excitement the sight caused in her, pushing and riding his cock, squeezing it inside her. "Oh Jesus Jenna!" he moaned. "Slow down, oh god you're gonna make me cum." He said the last part through clenched teeth, his accent even thicker then before. Jenna felt his hands on her hips trying to slow her; she heard his voice but didn't comprehend his demand. She bucked against him, moaning loud now, her orgasm building like a storm at her core. She squirmed and slid, bounced on his cock until she felt her release erupt through her. She threw her head back, her entire body shuttering against his. Her eyes rolled, her pussy gushed, and her toes curled almost painfully. She heard him grunt, could feel his cum shoot into her mixing with her own. His hands gripped her waist hard, forcing her to slow her rock as she panted, trying to catch her breath. A heart beat later Jenna turned towards Kay's soft moans and watched her orgasm clutch her body. Her chest still heaved from her own orgasm and she layed her head against Jason's shoulder and watched Kay. She was beautiful even with her face twisted in ecstasy. Jenna squealed when Jason grabbed a hand full of her hair, and forced her to look at him. "Thanks sweetheart, you were even better then I thought you'd be," he told her before kissing her hard. Jenna kissed him back, enjoying the hint of cigarette smoke and what she recognized as Bud Light on his breath. Jenna smiled almost shyly and slid off his lap. She watched him scoot to Kay and kiss her passionately. A loud screech startled her, but she recognized the sound of the train slowing almost immediately. A bright light forced its way into her vision, dissipating the scene she enjoyed only moments ago. As Jenna opened her eyes and yawned she realized that it had all been a dream, a wonderful wet dream. Her eye's focused slowly, and she stiffened when she was met with the blank stares of Jason and Kay. She sat up slowly horrified to find her legs spread and her hand buried between them. Jason and Kay exchanged a look before they smiled at her simultaneously. "Um, it was nice to meet you, and uh, watch your step when you get to your stop," Kay said awkwardly and extended her small hand to Jenna. "Yeah, likewise." Jenna grabbed her hand and almost shot to her feet in response to her body's instant reaction to Kay's touch. She pulled her hand away and smiled a genuine smile at Jason then turned and looked away as they departed the train. She willed the heat just under the surface of her skin to relent. The rest of the train ride was filled with thoughts of her first "real" wet dream. She'd had to use the restroom more then once to accommodate her body's demands and arrived home feeling satisfied and happy. It was a great summer, and she had spent plenty of time doing nothing by the river, but she had to admit that first night was possibly the one she'd remember the most.