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A Train Ride To Remember Ch. 01

By: Yours Creatively



It was a lovely day. She got out of her apartment and sauntered towards the station. She had a train to catch. She was going out of town. Not very far away but still a good three hours of travelling by train. She wore dark glasses and loved watching the reactions of men as she walked. She wasn’t bad looking; she was young, had just completed her 20th birthday the week before, was dusky by complexion and was about 5’5” tall. She had good shapely breasts that bounced nicely as she walked. Her greatest asset was her hips and her buttocks. She had a walk, which could make any man turn and give her a second glance.

She wore a short skirt (about knee length) that hugged her hips and a top that was not too showy but accentuated the shape of her breasts. Her hips swayed with each step and her buttocks oscillated from side to side. Those buttocks were just waiting to be touched and fondled. Of course there were times when she was brushed against or pinched in a public place. She just ignored it although she loved it. She knew what she did to people as she walked past and she enjoyed every bit of it. This particular day she was going into another town to hand over an application for a course on fashion designing. She always wanted to be fashion designer.

The platform looked comparatively deserted as she looked about. She was not surprised, it was a holiday for most people. The train would arrive in another 5 minutes. She had brought along a copy of her novel to read along. It would be a long ride.

The train came in on time and she got in into her first class compartment. She could afford it. Her parents were generous with her pocket money. She settled herself at her window seat and looked around the compartment. A gentleman had just alighted at the station. Apart from her there was just one other gentleman sitting in the far corner at the opposite window.

He was reading his newspaper. He was probably in his early fifties, was distinguished looking, and wore a suit. He had a rather handsome face, he had a head full of hair, much of which had greyed. He could have been a successful business executive who had chosen the train instead of travelling in his car. But he had not looked up to see her as she walked into the compartment. That puzzled her and she felt indignant. Maybe he will look up eventually, she hoped.

The train was travelling through the countryside and it was a lovely scenic view. She had taken out her novel but had not started reading it as yet. Time and again she looked out the train and then at the gentleman wondering if he would give her an appreciative glance. It frustrated her that he would not look, not even a glance. Finally she gave up, crossed her legs, pushed her shapely butt in his direction should he look up from his newspaper and busied herself in her novel.

An hour would have gone past when she looked up from her novel. She was weary from reading and needed to stretch. As she stretched she gave the man a look from the corner of her eye. Wait a minute! What was that. Was she imagining it or was it for real.


The man had lowered his newspaper, which was now resting on his thighs. His hand had disappeared under the paper and seemed to be moving there. She looked carefully. Yes, there was no doubt about it. He was feeling himself under his newspaper. Her pose had had its effect after all. 

He caught her looking at him. He wasn’t scared. He continued moving his hands and slowing dropped the newspaper to allow her to see. She had never seen a naked man in flesh and blood. Of course in her school days they had rummaged at girlie magazines and giggled at pictures of scantily dressed men showing of their swollen groins. But this felt different. She froze with numbness. 

She could see his thick penis, dark brown in colour, it was not fully erect. The man had released it from his fist and it hung there half-erect. There were thick veins running across the penis. As she looked it began to grow. The man was slowly stroking it and then he kind of unskinned the tip. The head was a deep shade of pink and the penis was throbbing in his hand. It was a strange feeling. She found her heart racing. She realised she was scared but also excited, very excited. This had never happened to her before. She was not sure what she should do.

Seeing that the young girl with the sexy buttocks was not going to shout or do something crazy, he got up from his seat and walked with his erect penis towards the girl. 

He had not been able to concentrate since she got into the train. But had resisted showing her his reaction. Finally his passion had got the better of him. He was an exhibitionist. He loved flashing himself to strange girls and pleasuring himself as they watched. It gave him no end of pleasure. He would go as far as he was allowed to. He never forced himself on anybody. If the girl shouted on seemed to protest he would quickly apologize and leave. There was an inherent risk here as he obviously could not walk out of a running train which is why he had resisted looking at her in the first place. 

End of Part 1. Look for continuation in Part 2.

A Train Ride To Remember Ch. 02



She watched him as he strode purposefully in her direction. His erect penis was bobbing up and down. He had his finger on his lips urging her not to shout, not that it mattered, there was no one else in that compartment.

She was numb with fright and excitement. She did not know what to do. The man came close to her. His penis was now dangling close to her face. She could smell it and she found the smell erotic. His penis looked even bigger close up. He brought his hand down to take hold of her hand. She might have offered some resistance, she did not know. She was awed by the moment. He took her hand and placed it on his stiff penis.

He folded her fingers around his penis. It felt warm and it was throbbing. Her fingers could not grasp the girth of his penis. She had never felt a penis before. His hand remained on top of hers. She looked up to see that he was taking a deep breath. His eyes were closed. She felt his hand on hers move her hands back and forth on his penis. 

The foreskin of his penis was pulled back completely. She could see the deep purple/pink head oozing with juice. The penis was slightly arched like a snake. It felt thicker towards the tip than at the base. She could feel her heart racing away. With each stroke of her hand, she could hear the man make a throaty sound of contentment. He would not take away his hand, which was still over hers, but there was no pressure. She could have drawn her hand away but she did not.

Slowly the man released her hand and brought his hand down on her other hand. She felt him draw her other hand towards the open fly. He drew her hand in his fly. She found her hand pressed against a warm pouch. She was unable to hold all of it in her palm. She felt something jelly like inside. She could feel herself sweating and a chill passed through her spine. His hand under her palm closed and pressed. She could feel herself cupping the warm pouch. It felt like trying to hold two oranges in her palm. One slipped away.

She was so engrossed in her feeling that she did not notice that he had unbuttoned his trousers. She suddenly felt the heap fall on her hand, which was still in his fly. He held both her hand and drew them away from his crotch and the trousers slipped down. His shirt, coat and tie were still in place, not to mention his underwear with the penis still sticking out from it. 

It was a strangely erotic sight His legs were hairy and muscular. The bulge under his penis was big. Was he going to remove his underpants, yes he was. He drew down his white underwear. As he drew them down to his ankles, he had to lift one of his legs to take them off. She could see two huge dangling testicles unsupported under his penis. They moved with the movement of his legs. The folds of skin holding the testicles together looked burdened. There was hair sprouting all over his testicles, much of which was grey. The hair extended till the base of his penis. 

He brought his hand down on both her hands yet again and drew them to his now naked crotch. He placed her hand on his erect penis again and the palm of the other one under his testicles. His testicles felt hairy and naked to the touch. His hand on hers urged her to squeeze them. As she did she felt two hard big seeds in each of the two sacs. They seemed to slip out of her fingers. She squeezed again of her own, without realizing. The man felt her response and smiled as she looked up to him. His face was still taut and his eyes half closed, savoring the moment.

He had been controlling everything. He let go of both her hands. Her hands remained on his crotch. He slid his hands in her armpits and urged her to stand up which she did. She now stood in front of him still holding his penis and his balls. What would he do now she wondered. She soon found out.

End of part 2. Watch out for part 3.



A Train Ride To Remember Ch. 03



She was still in a tizzy about what was happening. Travelling with a total stranger who was much older to her she had never expected the turn of events.

Not that she was a kid, however she was still very ignorant about sex. Now standing in front of the handsome stranger who was still in his suit and tie, she was holding his thick penis in one hand and his big dangling testicles in the other hand, she wondered what would happen next. The good thing was , that it was happening with her consent, however bizarre it was.

The man was shaking with excitement. Although he had had his share of sex in his youth, he could not believe his luck. Ever since the sexy girl with the incredibly shaped butt had walked into the compartment, his mind was on nothing else. He had not been able to register a single word of the newspaper that he pretended to read. Gosh, he wanted to get his hands on the magnificent lobes of her bottom.

As he put his hands under her armpits and raised her from her sitting position, he knew exactly what he wanted. His hands moved around her. She could feel his massive palms cup both the cheeks of her arse. He squeezed them hard over her skirt. He squeezed them again and she could feel the tremor in his penis that she was holding. Slowly and deliberately he hitched up her skirt with his fingers. As the skirt came up, she could feel his hand under her skirt, first one and then the other. Both the hands caressed the back of her thighs and came up to her buttocks. She could feel his fingers get under the elastic of her panty and draw them down. Soon it was only his warm masculine palms on her bare bottom. Her skin was flawless. Her bottom was tight and firm from all the workout she did at the gym to keep herself fit.

She was taut with expectation. He grunted with satisfaction at the feel of her butt. He caressed the lobes slowly, rubbing his palms in a circular motion, his fingers now and then clutching at the lobes. After a while she could hear his breathing getting heavy again. She felt his hands separate both the lobes. He held the left butt with his left palm and the middle finger of his other hand traced a path down the crack of her arse. The finger stopped at the butt hole. The finger moved slowly around her puckered hole. “ Easy, just relax. I am going to probe your hole. Don’t be tense.” He told her. She could feel his finger entering her arse hole slowly. It pained her and she opened her mouth as if to shout.

He took out his finger, lubricated it with the juice dripping from his penis and again began fingering her arse hole. This time the finger slid in some more. He pushed some more, more than half his finger was in her arse and she slightly spread her legs.

“Come on” he urged her. “Move your hands up and down the shaft of my penis” and squeeze those balls. She did so, moving her hand slowly back and forth on his penis at the same time squeezing his massive testicles with her other hand. His fingering of her anal passage increased in intensity. His finger was now moving in and out of her anus. 

He wanted to insert his prick in her anus. He told her to turn around but she was scared. “I don’t think it is a good idea” she told him. “But I am crazy about your backside. There is nothing that I want more in the world just now than to push my penis in your arse.”

“No please don’t “ she told him. “ I will masturbate you if you like”. 

“Alright” he told her. But first let me move my penis against your backside even if it means I cannot push it in.”

Before she could respond he had spun her around with his strong hands. He came and stood against her backside and she could feel his warm erection against her arse. She could also feel his muscular legs against her thighs. He held her waist with his hand and pressed himself against her. She could feel his hips as they kept thrusting his penis against her bottom. He placed his penis in between her arse cheeks and started thrusting away at her back.

His strokes were powerful and she shuddered with each stroke. She could hear him breathe heavy after a while. “He must be a total arse freak. “ she thought to herself. He had not bothered about her pussy at all. He kept banging away at her behind. After a while he began to tire and his thrusts reduced. He got down to his knees and she could feel his hands spread her cheeks again.

She felt his hot breath and he brought his face close to her arse hold. She felt his tongue touch the tip of her puckered hole and she moaned. Slowly and deliberately the tongue moved against her arse hole. The tongue probed the hole wanting to enter the hole. It tickled the hole while his fingers caressed her cheeks. After a while he again got up, held her by her waist and started thrusting against her arse with his hard-on. The sounds coming from his throat were animal like. 

“I think I may come soon” he told her. “I need your help”. He spun her around again, and urged her to grip his penis. “Shake it. Hold it here” he told her guiding her hand just below the head of his penis. “Stroke upward, stroke fast” he told her “and as your fingers move up apply a bit of pressure to the base of the head.” He told her. “Here, like this” he explained placing his hand over hers and exerting some pressure just at the beginning of the head.

She did so. In fact she gripped his penis with both hands and stroked upwards.

Almost immediately he stiffened, there was a guttural cry from his throat, and he climaxed. She felt one squirt fly out of his penis and land on her arm. She took one hand and placed them on his testicles. His sac had hardened and moved up towards the base of his penis. The orgasm continued for a while with squirt after squirt flying our his penis accompanied with the his throaty “ aaaaaah… yeeeeesss…”

She could feel his penis shrinking. Soon it had shriveled. He gave her his handkerchief to clean herself. While she was doing so he once again started massaging the cheeks of her arse. “God knows till when I will fantasize about this, I suppose till my dying day.” he said.

She continued to touch and feel his penis and stroke his testicles. She realized that she enjoyed seeing a naked man. It was erotic. She enjoyed handling and playing with his private parts. 

It struck her that she might want to be an artist some day. She always scored well in her drawing assignments. She could paint nudes maybe, have naked men pose for her, young and old, slim and fat, long and short. And she would love watching them and playing with their private parts. She realized that the thought gave her immense pleasure. 

“What are you thinking girl” she heard him say. She was still fondling his penis which was still limp from the exertion. “ No nothing “ she told him “You better get dressed. I think we are nearing the destination.” 

With that she let go of his prick, and started smoothening down her dress. He also dressed in silence. When the station came each got down and went their way. They had not exchanged telephone numbers, not even asked for each other’s names. But each had left an unforgettable mark on the other.



End of story.