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The Commuter Ch. 01

By: WilliamShakespear



 There will be more parts to follow, I hope you enjoy it and thanks for editorial help from DC29.



The middle aged commuter stood, as usual, a few feet from the platform edge, waiting for the 7.06. He was listening to his MP3 player and studying the overnight emails on his Blackberry. He was also waiting for the young lady to appear. 

How long had this been going on? How long had he been structuring his commute around this girl? Six weeks? Two months? He knew it was madness but he looked forward to seeing her. She was probably a year or two older than his eldest daughter. She never acknowledged him. He didn't acknowledge her.

There she was. She was walking down the platform and, as usual stopped about six feet from him. Today she was wearing black three quarter length trousers and trainers. Her top was a tight blue tee-shirt showing her flat stomach and well proportioned breasts to their best. As usual, her blond hair was tied back into a short pony tail. 

The train arrived and both she and the commuter got on. He sat so he could keep an eye on her; watch her usual procedure of IPOD on, glasses off, head back; asleep.

She awoke as the train pulled into the main line station. The commuter followed her off the station concourse as they both walked the half a mile or so to the underground station. He followed discreetly. Was she aware he was transfixed by the shape of her bum, so neatly covered by her tight trousers?

They both got on the underground train; same carriage. She assumed her usual position standing in a doorway reading the newspaper. He took a seat.

She got off the underground train a few stops before him and, as he did ever morning, he castigated himself about the madness and stupidity of the situation. It was hardly infatuation. She was a good looking girl that was far too young to even show the faintest interest in an old man like him. Why could he not keep his eyes of her and why did he dream all sorts of erotic and inappropriate thoughts.

That night he left work late. Well to be correct he left work on time and went out for a few drinks with colleagues so by the time he got to the mainline station to get his train home, it was after 10.00pm.

He couldn't believe his eyes. She was standing in the platform waiting to catch the same train. Following the same procedure as every morning he didn't acknowledge her, he got on the same carriage and made sure he could surreptitiously keep an eye on her. 

She removed her glasses and fell asleep, something easy to do with the rocking of the train.

The train slowed down as it approached their stop. The commuter rose to get off and realised the girl was still fast asleep. As the train pulled into the station he was confused. What should he do? Should he wake her? If he did it would it acknowledge he knew her? He had to do it.

He gently touched her shoulder. She jumped. "Sorry," he said apologetically, "this is our station."

"Oh thanks," she smiled, gathering her things and getting up. 

They got off the train in silence and walked toward the exit.

"Thanks again and goodnight" she said as she walked off into the night.

"No problem, good night" he said.

The next morning as the girl approached the normal place on the platform, she smiled at the commuter. "Good morning and thanks again for last night, I would have ended up at the end of the line," she said with a smile.

"Not a good place to be," he smiled at her. "Anytime."

Every morning there was now a brief smile and an exchange of 'good mornings' but nothing more. 

A few weeks went by and one evening there was a horrendous thunderstorm and gales. As the commuter got on the train, he noticed the young lady was already sitting there. They nodded hello and smiled at each other.

As they both got off the train and despite running to the cover, they both got soaked.

"You OK, would you like a lift home?" he asked, amazed at his bravery and feeling like an awestruck teenager. 

"I'm fine, thanks." She replied.

He ran to his car and, out of breath, threw his briefcase onto the backseat and jumped behind the steering wheel. He started the car and slowly drove out of the car park, the wipers struggling to keep the windscreen clear enough for him to see where he was going. As he drove carefully along the road, he saw a figure in the distance, fighting a losing battle with an umbrella in the wind; it was her.

He pulled up alongside; "Come on, jump in, this is crazy. Let me take you home." 

She hesitated but got in and sighed. "Thanks, I was supposed to be getting a cab, but there was a mix up and there wasn't one for a couple of hours," before adding, "you're very kind, I live in the Heights."

The commuter knew the area, a number of upmarket houses on a private estate about a five minute drive from the station.

She told him to stop outside a big house with an in and out drive. "This is it."

"Can I drive in?"

"Yes of course, sorry."

He drove in and stopped by the front door. 

"Thanks again," she said, "you're making a habit of helping me aren't you?" she smiled, hesitating with her hand on the door handle.

He smiled. "No problem, my pleasure. I couldn't let you drown now could I?"

"Can I get you a drink as a thank you?" she said boldly.

"Well yes, thanks" he replied, but wondering if he should have declined.

They got out of the car and ran to the front door.

Inside the hall was large and beautifully furnished.

"Wow, nice place!" whistled the commuter.

"Yes, my Dad is an insurance broker and my Mum a lawyer. They are on a cruise for a few days. Come through. What's your poison? I believe my Dad has some good Scotch."

"That would be nice," he said taking in the surroundings. 

She gave him a glass. "Help yourself to another, I am just going to change out of these," she said holding her arms out to indicate her soaked clothes, but also highlighting her beautiful bra covered breasts like a contestant in a wet tee shirt competition. Aware of what she had done and the gaze from the commuter, she turned and left the room.

The commuter studied the books and pictures in the room and soon she re-appeared wearing a pair of cut off jeans and a tee-shirt showing a hint of cleavage. Her hair had been towelled dry. 

"That's better," she said. "Are you OK? You could always try some of my dad's clothes."

"I'm fine thanks" he replied, draining his glass. "I am Chris by the way, thanks for the drink"

"I'm Joanne," she smiled. "Have another drink unless you have to go. It's still foul out there. "

"Ok, thanks I will, Joanne," he handed her his glass.

"I was going to have pizza, fancy keeping me company?" she asked.

"Yes, I would, thanks." He said unsure if he should and what he was doing there.

They made small talk as the pizza cooked. She offered and he accepted a glass of wine and they sat in the kitchen eating pizza and drinking wine like they had known each other for ages. At one point Joanne let slip that she had just split up from a boyfriend but never made any enquiry as to Chris' status; single, married, with a partner. But then, he thought, why should she? They were just two people that met on a train and he helped her out. She wasn't to know he had almost become infatuated with her.

She got up to clear the dishes, bending over to put them in the dishwasher. His eyes were glued on her jean clad bum. She stood up and caught him looking at her.

"OK?" she asked.

"Yes, sorry."

"For what?"

He didn't know what to say. 

She approached him. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing. Sorry, just being a dirty old man" he replied feeling a total fool and knowing he must have gone red with embarrassment.

She stood in front of him. "So what does a dirty old man think?"

"I'd best go" he said standing up.

"Not until you tell me what you thought" she mocked but with a gentle smile.

She stood in front of him, hands on hips, legs slightly apart.

Oh well he thought, I've done it now. "I was admiring your bum as you bent over" he said wishing a big hole would open up for him.

"Naughty!" She said turning away and bending over to show him her bum again. "And why do you like it?" she teased.

"Look, I'm sorry." he said. "I really should go before I make an even bigger fool of myself."

"No please don't," she said turning back to face him. "I like a compliment; I didn't mean to tease you. Sorry."

She leant forward and kissed him on the cheek and stroked his arm. 

He looked at her and leant forward and kissed her gently on the lips. She responded by opening them a bit. The kiss grew in passion as it turned into a full French kiss with their tongues battling for supremacy. Both of them moaned as their kissing intensified and they hugged each other and stroked each other through their clothes.

They broke apart so they could both draw breath. Looking at each other, they dared not speak. 

Chris reached out and gently stroked the outline of her breast through her tee-shirt before, still keeping eye contact; he let his finger trail across the shirt to the top of her chest and the cleavage that was exposed. Joanne shuddered as he then let his finger trail across the other breast.

"That's nice." She murmured.

He stopped. "Sorry this is crazy. I'm probably old enough to be your Dad." 

"I don't care" she said, grabbing his hand and putting it back on her breast and leaning forward for a kiss.

"Boys of my age don't know how to treat a girl. Will you show me?" she said pleadingly.

Against his better judgement he continued stroking her breast, marvelling at the nipple that was becoming erect.

"Let's go upstairs" she said quietly.

She led him upstairs and into a room. Hers he assumed.

She sat on the edge of the bed and he joined her. They resumed their kissing and fell back, lying on the bed and exploring each others mouths. 

His hand went under her shirt and stroked her back, before moving up to her bra strap and undid it, continuing to stroke her back, slowly edging towards her sides and the swell of her breasts. She cooed and moaned in appreciation.

Breaking off the kiss she sat up and removed her shirt and bra. He marvelled at her perfect, flawless breasts and the hard erect nipples aching to be touched. He reached out and stroked them, amazed as the nipples got even harder.

"Go on, your turn" she said. He removed his shirt conscious of his middle-aged paunch; but she said nothing, just lay down and resumed the kissing, pressing her breasts and the hard as nails nipples against him.

His hands moved down her back and stroked her jean clad bum.

Again she broke off the kiss. "You like that don't you?"

"Yes" he replied.

She stood up and undid her jeans. Turning around she shimmied out of them, along with her thong. Turning back Chris could see her shaven pussy. 

She knelt down and leant forward, undoing his trousers. Removing them she then carefully took off his boxers, gently stroking his erect prick. "That's nice" she said stroking it. "Would you like me to suck it?" 

"If that's what you want to do," Chris replied.

She knelt down over his prick and licked the end, wet with his pre-cum. She put the head in her mouth and gently sucked.

"Oh that's good" Chris exclaimed. "Not too much or I will cum" he implored.

She stopped. "I don't mind, but I guess we could do that later"

She crawled along the bed and hugged him, kissing him deeply. He stroked her bum. "I want to taste you" he said.

"Please do." She said.

She lay on her back and opened her legs for his perusal. 

"Beautiful," he murmured, as he looked at her wet open hole. Gently stroking her outer lips he then put his finger inside her. 

She wriggled and clenched her muscles around his invading finger.

"Oh yes" she sighed.

He then licked her outer lips before concentrating on her clit, standing proud and pleading for attention.

She started bucking and clenching her internal muscles as he continued his licking and fingering, now hard against her G spot.

"God yes," she cried, "What ever you do, don't stop. I'm cumming!"

She raised her bum as she forced herself hard against his finger and tongue, before relaxing and laying back down on the bed.

She reached out and stroked his cock. "I want this inside of me, and I am on the pill, so don't worry" she smiled.

He stroked her breast, marvelling at her sensitive nipples. "Yes, nice, but I want you inside me. Please."

She made her intention clear by opening her legs. He placed himself between them and holding his hard prick in his hand, slowly entered her hot wet hole.

Their thrusting started slowly. Their moaning increased in tempo as the thrusting increased in speed. She hung on to him, her arms around his back. Her hips rose and fell as he thrust harder and harder. He was now concerned as he knew he would not last. He grit his teeth as she called out she was cumming.

"Me too," he cried feeling the well known sensation start at the bottom of his stomach. Two more thrusts and he squirted deep inside her, covering her slick walls with his juice.

As he lost his erection, it slipped out of her, followed by the tell tale sign of their enjoyment as their combined love juices trickled out of her pussy and down the crack towards her bum.

Their breathing regained normality. "Chris, that was fantastic; and if that's what a dirty old man is like, I'd like some more," she said cuddling up to him.

She reached down and trailed her fingers along his flaccid and wet penis.

"Hey!" he laughed, "one of the problems with old men is that we take a while to recover."

"Well, I have all night." she said. "Have you?"

He nodded.

She jumped off the bed and ran out of the room, leaving Chris puzzled. 

A few minutes later she returned with the bottle of wine and a couple of glasses.

"While we wait" she laughed, pouring wine into the glasses.

They snuggled down and drank the wine. With the wine gone, she put both glasses on the side, returning to the bed admiring his manhood. Lifting it up, she licked it before putting as much as she could in her mouth, loving the way she felt it expand in her mouth. She licked and sucked it, moving her head up and down and she bought it to its full hardness. Chris was enjoying the feeling, aware that he couldn't last much longer, unable to remember such lewd noises that were being made as she sucked him. 

"I'm going to cum!" he cried as he started bucking. She was now stroking him too, adding to the friction of her lips and the suction as she sucked him towards cumming.

"Yes!" he cried, filling her mouth with his ejaculate. "Yes!" he cried again, slumping back on the bed exhausted as she swallowed his cum and wiped away what had escaped from the edge of her mouth.

A few minutes later, they looked at each other. "Joanne, I am done. You have drained me!" he said smiling at her.

"Well you had better look after me another night then," she said with mock indignation.

Chris laughed. "Ok, a deal."

He got up and dressed, watching her as she lay naked on the bed totally un-embarrassed.

"See you tomorrow. 7.06" he said.

"Yes, 7.06" she smiled, adding, "And, can I have a lift home in the evening, even if it isn't raining?"

"I should think so" he replied, grinning from ear to ear.

The Commuter Ch. 02



It was nearly 7.05, the train is a minute away, hopefully, and the commuter is, as usual, standing waiting for it. The young lady approached him. 

"Good morning Chris," she smiled, looked around to make sure nobody could hear her. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, very" he smiled. "And I had very pleasant dreams. Did you?"

"Oh you bet." The remainder of her response was drowned out as the train stopped alongside them.

They got on the train and resumed their normal seats. Before removing her glasses and putting her IPOD on, she looked at Chris and smiled.

Eventually the train pulled into the main line station and as he had done countless times, Chris followed the young lady, Joanne, along the street, onto the underground train and as she stood and read her paper, he managed to get a seat. The only difference to the usual procedure was as she left the train, she made sure she caught his eye and smiled.

All of sudden as he saw her disappear, panic hit him. They had agreed that he would give her a lift home that night. But what train? He didn't know where she worked, what her phone number was, what her last name was. How would he meet her? What time?

He decided to let fate take its course and go for the train he caught the previous day that led to him spending one of the best nights of his life in her arms.

Little did he know Joanne had the same concerns; what time? What train?

Making the same decision they did meet on the train. They sat apart, but this time she accepted his offer of a lift.

Arriving at her parents' house she mentioned that her parents were due back from their cruise the next day, implying their privacy would be impacted. She still had not asked his circumstances and he did not know what to say or if it was relevant.

They walked into the house, she slammed the door shut, turned to him and gave him a big hug and kissed him lightly on the lips. "I feel filthy and dirty and need a shower. Help yourself to a drink, I will be down in a bit."

Making himself at home he did help himself to a scotch and sat down. A matter of moments later Joanne appeared, dressed in a towelling bathrobe that stopped just above her knees, but opened to show that, while he couldn't be certain, he was sure she wasn't wearing anything underneath. He really wanted to find out though!

"Hi, that's better," she smiled as she approached him, hugging him and kissing him on the lips. The smell of freshly washed hair, body and teeth enrapturing him.

"Wow you smell great," he sighed. "Can I have a shower, I feel dirty"

"I want you to be dirty!" she smirked, "but go ahead the bathroom's at the top of the stairs. I'll sort out dinner and wine"

He went upstairs, showered and helped himself to a bathrobe on the back of the door. He then went downstairs as Joanne appeared with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"Oh yes, you look better," she smiled wickedly. Pouring two glasses she handed one to him as he sat on a sofa in the lounge, trying to protect his modesty and not letting his robe gap too much; aware of Joanne looking up his legs.

"Dinner will be five minutes and it's a microwave special" she said. 

"Great," he replied sipping his wine.

They made small talk and then, as the microwave signalled the completion of the cooking, they both walked to the kitchen. The meal was bland but filled a hole and was soon finished. Dishes were put in the washer and more wine poured.

"So Chris, " she said, putting her arms around his neck, which resulted in her robe rising up and exposing her upper thighs, "are you going to get dirty with me?"

He kissed her, gently at first, then more forcefully. His hands exploring her naked body under her robe as his tongue explored her mouth.

She writhed against him as he felt her breasts, her nipples hardening under his attention. He opened her gown and stopped kissing her, bending down to take one of her nipples in his mouth. At first he licked it, she groaned appreciatively, then he sucked it; she groaned some more, then gently bit it. "Oh yes," she cried out.

His hands moved down her body and as it approached her neatly trimmed pussy, she opened her legs to allow him access. She was already wet.

"God I want you," she cried out as his finger stroked her wet slit. "Take me upstairs and do what you want, I am all yours."

He took her by the hand and led her to her room, she removed her robe and lay on the bed, her legs apart and her wet pussy open and waiting for him.

"Turn over" he said, his voice full of emotion and lust. 

He removed his robe and knelt at the edge of the bed. Kneeling over her, his legs either side of her, he started massaging her back, slow but firm strokes towards her bum.

She tried to open her legs, but was unable to do so until he moved, now with his knees either side of one of her legs. He continued the massaging. He was turning her on like she had never been turned on before. Her pussy was soaked as his massaging got lower and lower and he massaged her soft and beautifully proportioned bum. Opening it up he could see her rose bud of her bum opening; was it virginal he wondered?

He knelt down and sniffed the aroma, saw at close hand her openings. He licked her quivering pussy, licking upwards towards her bum.

She shivered in anticipation as he circled her rear entrance with his tongue, gently forcing it in.

"No," she said quietly, "I'm not sure about that."

He stopped and resumed the licking of her pussy.

"Fuck me Chris," she implored, raising herself onto her knees. "Take me now."

He knelt behind her and teased her with his rock hard prick. He trailed it over her wet hole, up towards her rear hole and back.

"Put it in," she pleaded. 

He teased her again, amazed at how her rear hole opened, almost in anticipation as the end of his prick trailed precum over her hole.

He would have loved to take her anally, but with no obvious lube, it would be wrong.

He slid his prick towards her pussy, gently opening her lips as he entered her.

"Yes, oh yes!" she cried, forcing her self back against the invasion, feeling him fill her up.

They thrust against each other, unable to keep it slow. The lust mounting as they reached the climax of their act. She moaned and moaned, uncaring of the animal like noises she was making as her orgasm built.

He was grateful there was nobody else in the house, for they would have been woken as she thrust harder and harder against him. He felt her pause and draw breath.

"Yes, don't stop. Harder, yes harder, I am there. I am cumming" she cried as all sense of time was lost and the feelings of the orgasm overtook her.

He knew he wouldn't be long, He quickened his pace as she came down from her peak. 

As he felt the tell take signs, she too started moving quickly again. "Again, I am cumming again," she cried as she froze again. This put him over the edge and he too thrust hard and remained perfectly still as he erupted and felt one spurt of cum after another fill her insides.

He withdrew and collapsed on the bed, exhausted.

She also collapsed on her tummy beside him.

"Chris, you will be the death of me. That was fantastic."

"Listen to you," he smiled. "I will be the death of you? I think at my age you will kill me off!"

She punched him playfully as she moved over and hugged him.

"You know where you went with your tongue, and I said no?" she said looking at him, "Why?"

"Why what?" he answered.

"Why would a man want to go there? Isn't the other place good enough?"

"Yes," he replied, "but it's also nice there. Both have to be relaxed, with plenty of lube and a willingness to try," he added.

"I am not sure" she pondered. "I want to try everything with you. I want to learn stuff, but I am not sure about that. I think it will hurt."

"Then it won't happen, but if it's done right, it won't hurt. I assure you."

"You sound quiet the expert" she said lifting her head and slightly mocking him.

"No, sorry don't mean to sound that way. Have read books, seen films."

"And done it?" she interrupted quizzically.

"A few times," he said.

She hugged him. "Sorry, didn't mean to embarrass you." 

"It's ok, I am hardly going to be a virgin at my age am I?"

"No."

She kissed him passionately. He kissed back, getting lost in the enjoyment of the act. His hands stroked her body as she reacted to his gentle touch. She moaned as his touch reached her breasts, lingered over her nipples, still hard from the recent activity. He stroked lower, towards her pussy. Losing herself she broke away from the kiss to allow him total freedom to explore her body.

As he explored her soaking wet pussy, their juices cascaded down and along the crack toward her anus. He so wanted to explore it. He teased her perineum. She raised herself.

"Go on, but be gentle," she said knowing what he was thinking.

Taking some juices onto his finger he rubbed her rear hole. She moaned appreciatively.

"Yes, that is nice. Naughty, but nice."

Taking some more juices he again covered her hole, which opened a bit, allowing just the tip of his finger to go in a millimetre or so.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, that doesn't hurt."

He got more juices and teased her, nearly getting up to his first knuckle, feeling her want to open up more, but aware he should really have some lubrication.

"That's nice," he said quietly, "but we need more lubrication or I will hurt you." He started to lick her erect clit as she bucked on his finger probing her rear hole. As she bucked down, it got deeper and deeper inside her.

"Oh, I like it" she said, "What can we use? I want you right inside me."

"He removed his finger aware of the lack of lubrication. "Olive oil," he suggested. "The real stuff is KY, but I don't suppose."

She leapt off the bed. "There is some in my Mum's cupboard" she shrieked, running to the bathroom and returning with a tube of KY.

She lay down and he poured some KY on his finger rubbing her bum and her entrance. More on his finger and he slowly entered her as he resumed the licking of her clit.

"Oh yes," she cried forcing herself down on his finger. He licked and then started to thrust his finger in and out of her virgin hole. Pausing to put more KY on his finger, he continued exploring her.

"I want you to fuck me there" she cried out as his licking got faster and his fingering got bolder.

He pulled his finger out. "Turn over" he huskily said.

Doing as she was told, he got the KY and covered his erect prick, more around her bum and he told her to relax.

He gently teased her opening, entering her slowly as she remained perfectly still.

"You OK?" he asked

"Yes," she hesitatingly replied. "Don't stop, it's the most amazing feeling."

He did as she asked and slowly entered her until he was fully inside.

Slowly moving out, he nearly came as the lewdness of it and the sight of his prick stretching her turned him on.

He re-entered her, she thrust back, getting into it.

"Oh yes" she moaned. "That is amazing. I feel so full."

He thrust in and out as she met his every movement. He saw her hand move down to her clit. That was it. Seeing her play with herself as he fucked her virgin bum was too much. 

"I'm going to cum" he cried. He couldn't hold on. He flooded her with his cum as she played with her clit and also bought herself to a mini orgasm.

He withdrew, enjoying the sight of her extended anus dripping with his cum.

He lay down and Joanne silently turned onto her side and hugged him. "I would never have believed it."

"What?"

"That I would have done that, and enjoyed it. It was amazing. And it didn't hurt either."

"Good," he said kissing her.

They lay together in silence, deep in thought.

"Where do we go from here?" she asked, looking at him straight in the eye. "The last two nights have been amazing, but I know nothing about you, not that that is a problem, but my parents return tomorrow so," she smiled, "its not as if we can come up here and shag with them downstairs!"

"No," he smiled, "that would be a bit awkward. "We can't go to mine either" he added.

"We will have to find somewhere; I think I need some more education," she smiled.

He laughed. "My pleasure, but shouldn't you be with someone your own age?"

"Stop that Chris, that's different, what we have is, I think," she looked at him enquiringly, "total lust and fun."

"I agree," he said thoughtfully.

"I had better go," he said, "before I start another lesson," he added standing up.

"You couldn't if you wanted," she mocked, smiling as she threw a pillow at him.

He was soon dressed, looking at her in her nakedness, wishing he could stay.

"7.06?" she asked.

"7.06," he smiled, "look forward to it."

He left the house, driving home wondering if and when and how they could continue their liaison.

As Joanne lay in bed having similar thoughts, a plan began formulating in her head.



The Commuter Ch. 03



Chris saw Joanne run down the platform the next morning. "Running late?" he asked watching her breasts move inside her tee-shirt and remembering their taste and the feelings of her nipples hardening to his touch.

"Yes," she replied, smiling, "I had a good nights sleep," 

"Good," he said as the train pulled up and they assumed their normal seats. She followed her usual procedure and smiled at him before she tried to sleep.

As they got off the train, she gave him a piece of paper. "Chris, this is my number, can you give me a call later," she said as she walked off towards the underground with him following her at a discreet distance, his eyes glued to her beautiful bum and his memory full of how he had taken her there last night. Concerned that his thoughts were having an effect on his penis, he tried desperately to clear his mind.

Again, following their normal routine, Joanne stood in the door way of the underground train and Chris sat down in one of the few available seats. As Joanne got off the train she smiled at Chris and held her hand to her ear with the well known sign of 'phone me'.

Chris looked at the paper. It had a number, the letter 'J' and a couple of X's, two kisses.

He phoned her at about 10.00. "It's Chris, can you talk?"

"Yes, as it's you," she laughed.

"This is weird," he said. "I feel tongue tied." 

"Good job you weren't last night" she said, the sexual overtone clear in her voice.

He laughed, embarrassed.

"Thanks for phoning Chris, I was thinking after you left about how we could see each other now my parents have returned; that's assuming you still want to?"

"Yes, of course, but God knows what a young girl like you sees in a middle aged man like me!"

"You haven't gone out with young boys have you?"

"Eh no, but I was one once!" 

"Anyway", she continued ignoring him, "a friend of mine has used me as an alibi loads of times and she has a flat of her own. She is nearly always out and apart from having to take her into our confidence; I think she would let us use her place. What do you think?"

"Sounds OK to me, but what will she think of you using her place to shag an old man!"

"Chris, stop putting yourself down!" she sighed, "she will probably be jealous and I will have to make sure she doesn't make a play for you!"

"OK, see what she says," he smiled. "I guess with your parents returning we won't see each other tonight?"

"No, probably not, anyway, it gives you a chance to miss me and rebuild you supplies," she laughed.

"Yes", he said trying not to laugh, "at my age."

"Chris!" she interrupted him, "stop it!"

"I was joking," he laughed.

"OK, well maybe I'll see you on the train?"

"Yes hope so. See you," he said.

He sat back and his thoughts were interrupted by a text message. 

"You are not an old man and I so want to continue what we have. J. XX"

Chris smiled and tried, unsuccessfully to get on with his work.

He didn't see Joanne on the train that night but, as usual he saw her the next morning.

"Sorted," she said making sure nobody overheard them. "My friend is OK with my suggestion and can't wait to meet you!"

"Oh good."

"Yes," she looked around again, "she has even offered to get me a key cut and suggested I move in with her on a full time basis. I think its great but my parents may have other ideas," she smiled. "But I am old enough to do what I want and can afford it, so I may take her up on the idea."

The train arrived and the journey to work took its normal process, finishing with her smiling her goodbye to Chris at her station.

A text arrived on Chris' phone mid morning. 'Tonight? My friends name is Carly btw'

'I think I can fit you in' he replied

'Isn't that what I am supposed to say LOL' came the response.

'LOL naughty. Normal train?'

'Yes. C U then XX.'

They met on the train and walked to his car at the home station, strangely silent.

"You OK?" she asked.

"Nervous."

"Why?"

"It's stupid, but meeting your friend Carly, I am worried. Will she think less of you because who you're shagging"

"Don't go there Chris! She snapped. "She will take it as it is. We are having fun. We don't know where we will end up but don't want to hurt each other and enjoy what we have. Have I summed it up Ok?"

"Perfect," he smiled. "And I so want to hug you," he added as he unlocked the car looking around, concerned who may see them and think something untoward.

"Go on then," she said, leaning across towards him.

He hugged her and kissed her and looked up guiltily, looking out of the car, seeing if they had been seen.

As he drove out of the car park, an old friend saw him and waved. Chris waved back. 

"Who was that?" Joanne asked.

"An old friend I met travelling on the train. I have met some nice people on the train," he said laughing at the irony of his statement.

"Shagged many?" she asked, smiling.

"Er, let me think. Only the one I think," he replied. 

Approaching a 'T' junction he asked. "Ok, which way to Carly's?"

"Left, then first left again and then 200 yards on the right."

Chris pulled up outside a block of flats. Joanne got out and looked up at the flats. Chris got out and stood next to her. 

"Second floor, beige curtains," she said pointing at the flat on the right.

She started walking to the front door. Chris, feeling apprehensive, followed her.

Climbing the stairs, Chris took a sneaky look at Joanne's bum ahead of him. 

She stopped outside a red door and rang the bell. The door was quickly opened.

"Hi Carly," Joanne said leaning forward to kiss her friend.

Chris looked at Carly, Five foot six inches tall, long brown hair, slim build with small but wonderfully shaped breasts, barely covered with a very low cut top. A short skirt and long legs completed the snapshot that Chris took before he stepped forward and put his hand forward to shake her hand. "I'm Chris."

"Hi Chris, come on in. I've heard quite a bit about you."

"All good," Joanne added, smiling at Chris.

"Of course!" Carly added. "Listen you guys, make yourselves at home. I am off out and wont be back till very late or not at all if I am lucky!" she smiled with a knowing look towards Joanne. She picked up her handbag and, with a wave, was gone.

With Carly gone, Joanne turned to Chris. "I told you she would be OK, now hug me, kiss me and then let's order some food before we do a different type of eating!"

He did as requested, breaking off the kiss to say, "lets order some food or"

"Food, I need some energy!" she replied punching him playfully.

Indian was soon ordered, Chris taking the opportunity to pop out and get some wine while they waited.

The food was eaten and the dirty dishes disposed of.

"I missed you yesterday," Joanne said as she moved towards Chris, hugging him closely. "Now take me to bed and make up for lost time."

She led him to a bedroom and kissed him. "Strip me, Chris."

He did, slowly removing her clothing as she stood in front of him, passively letting him until she was naked. Her breasts cried out for his touch, her legs slightly apart, with her hands on her hips waiting for his first move.

He kissed her and circled her breast and nipple, her nipple hardening to his touch. With his other hand, he lowered it to her belly and down further through her soft and trimmed pussy hair. She opened her legs to accommodate where she hoped his finger would go.

He slowed down his movement and lingered, before moving down and along her crack. He passed her clit that was extended and through to her wet hole, that opened as he pushed into her, marvelling at the slickness he found.

She moaned as he kissed her deeply and pushed his finger deeper into her.

She broke away as he removed his finger and she moved to the bed. "I want to see how much you want me," she whispered.

He quickly removed his clothing and joined her on the bed. They resumed their kissing and he continued fingering her, feeling her getting wetter and wetter. 

They broke the kissing. "I want you to cum on my tongue," he whispered.

"Oh yes!"

He moved down her body and slowly licked her outer lips, up to her clit and back to her hole, putting as much of his tongue inside her as he could.

She bucked against him, holding his head in position as she raised her bum in the air.

He removed his tongue and moved up and started licking her clit. "Yes," she sighed, "that's it."

He put a finger in her and then another, fingering her gently, feeling her muscles clasp his digit.

She was moaning loader and moving towards her climax. 

He removed his finger."Oh" she cried, confused.

He moved his licking down to her hole and as he started fucking her with his tongue he stroked her hard clit, ever so gently, with his wet finger.

"Yes, yes!" she cried. "Don't stop, what ever you do, don't stop!"

He had no intention as she got closer and closer to her climax. Holding his head hard against her, she rocked and bucked towards the orgasm, before crying out.

"I'm cumming, yes, I am. Oh god I can't stop!" She was soaking Chris with her juices as he lapped away and continued playing with her clit and tonguing her pussy. 

She gently removed his fingers from her clit. "No more, I can't take anymore," she said, her body finally relaxing as Chris shuffled up the bed to hug her.

"God, you did as you promised" she said, her breathing now normal.

She reached down and felt his hard prick. "My turn now, she said, moving down the bed before swallowing his hard prick.

She bobbed up and down on, realising by his movements he was nearly losing control. "I want you inside me" she said, as she let go of him. 

Joanne moved herself and squatted over him. "I want it in here," she said as she lowered her wet hole over his hard prick.

They both moaned in unison as she raised and lowered herself. He tried to match her movements.

"No," she said pushing his chest down, "try and keep still. I want to fuck you."

He did as he she asked, but with great difficulty as she rose and fell on him, nearly rising too far but keeping him just inside her at all times before dropping and filling herself completely.

"Oh god!" he cried, "that is fantastic," finding it really hard not to thrust himself into her.

She closed her eyes as he reached up and cupped her breasts. "Are you close?" she asked.

"Yes!"

"I'm cumming too!" she cried.

Her movements got faster as her orgasm approached. 

"I can't hold on!" he cried.

"Don't hold on, fill me!"

"Oh my god yes!" he cried out as the first spurt of his orgasm left his prick.

"I can feel you, yes, I'm cumming too!" she cried out.

They slumped into each others arms as they regained their breathing, his prick slipping out of her pussy, their combined juices dripping onto him.

She moved first, sliding alongside him and kissing him. 

"Fancy finishing the wine before you finish me again?" she asked.

"Ok, good idea!"

Joanne disentangled herself and went out of the room.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry!" he heard her say from the other room.

She rushed back into the room. "Carly's back!" 

"Oh God!" he cried.

Joanne quickly dressed and went out of the room again. Chris could hear talking then laughing and then heard Carly shout. "Ok Chris, you can come out now!"

He dressed and sheepishly opened the door.

"It's OK!" reassured Joanne. "Carly was stood up, came home, but didn't want to interrupt us."

"Oh right," Chris said, looking embarrassed.

"Sorry if I embarrassed you," said Carly. 

"No problem," said Chris, not very convincingly.

"We are going to finish the wine," said Joanne. "Will you help us?"

"Ok, will do."

Joanne went and got the wine, pouring it into the three glasses she brought from the kitchen.

"Cheers!" Chris said raising his glass. "Cheers!" the two girls answered.

Joanne broke the silence. "Carly, you're a real pal, thanks for tonight."

"I told you, any time, and think about my suggestion of moving in. It would be great."

"Yes, thanks. I will."

"So did you guys have a nice time?" Carly asked; he eyes rose quizzically.

Joanne and Chris looked at each other. "Yes, we did." Chris answered.

"Sounded like it." Carly smiled.

Both Joanne and Chris looked down at the floor, embarrassed.

"Don't be embarrassed!" Carly smiled. "I'm only jealous. Where did you find him Joanne? A bloody train! I get some loser who stands me up! Chris, have you got any friends that are free, or if not free still want to have a no strings good time. I don't bite!"

"I'll see," he smiled. 

"If not I will have to ask Joanne to let her share you with me!"

"Carly!" exclaimed Joanne. "Whatever next!"

"It's ok, you could watch or join in" Carly laughed.

"Do I get a say?" Chris asked.

"Depends on if you have any friends or the terms of using my room" Carly laughed, draining her glass.

"Well I should go now," Chris said. "Are you staying or do you want a lift Joanne?"

"I don't know," she replied, "either way probably best my parents don't see you drop me off," she smiled.

"Good point!" Carly said. "I'll give her a lift back."

"Thanks," said Chris standing up.

Chris, looking at Joanne: "7.06?"

"7.06," she replied, standing and kissing him goodbye.

"See you Carly," he said. "Nice to meet you, see you again."

"Yes," she replied. "See you again, with or without a friend!"

PART 4 to follow



The Commuter Ch. 04



Chris was worried, he could see the train coming but there was no sign of Joanne. The train pulled in and stopped. Chris got on and had a last look down the platform. She wasn't there.

His phone indicated a text. 

'Missed train, but more important missed u XX'

He text back: 'missed u 2. Will phone later XX'

It felt really strange being on the train on his own, not seeing Joanne. He got to work and tried phoning her. He got her voice mail. She must still be on the underground he thought.

Half an hour later she phoned him.

"Hi, what a fool, I missed the train this morning," she said, a light hearted laughter in her voice. 

"I noticed!" he replied sarcastically, but with warmth.

"So what did you think of Carly?"

"Nice, she's Ok. I liked her."

"She likes you too. And I don't think she was joking about having you!"

"Oh really?"

"Yes, she wouldn't stop going on about it after you left!"

"I am honoured."

"You should be. Anyway, I spoke with my parents and they were remarkably good about me moving in with Carly. Offered to help and everything!"

"Great."

"Yes, I will probably move this weekend. I am so excited!"

"God, that's quick!"

"No point hanging about! Anyway, I have to go but Carly wants to cook a meal for us tonight. Are you free?"

"Yes, I think so. Shall I meet you there?"

"Good idea. About 8.00pm?"

"Great, see you there!"

"Bye"

"Bye"

At just after 8.00pm Chris arrived at the flat, with a bunch of flowers and a bottle of wine.

Joanne answered the door, kissing Chris and taking the wine and flowers. 

"See Carly?" Joanne shouted across the room showing the flowers and wine. "You don't get this from guys our age!"

"Hi Chris, and thanks," Carly said kissing Chris on the cheek and acknowledging the gifts.

The table was set with candles alight. It looked very welcoming.

The food was served and the two girls and Chris shared good natured banter and laughs all through the meal. 

At the end of the meal, the plates were cleared and the three of them retired to the sitting area, Joanne and Chris on the sofa, Carly in the armchair.

"So, looks like I will be seeing more of you Chris" Carly said. "With Joanne moving in, I guess you will be around here fairly frequently to keep her satisfied!"

"Carly!" shouted Joanne. "Behave!"

"Any friends you have thought of Chris?" Carly asked ignoring Joanne.

"No, sorry" Chris replied. "None that I can think of. They of course don't know what they would be missing." He added, smiling at Carly.

"You flatterer! You don't know me, but I am intrigued by what you think they may be missing?"

"Yes," encouraged Joanne. "What do you think they would be missing?"

Charlie laughed with embarrassment. "Where do I start?"

"At the beginning?" Carly smirked. "I think we need some more wine for this!" she said as she poured three large glasses and handed them out before resuming her seat.

"Well," started Charlie, "a girl who is self confident and seems to like fun."

"Yes, go on."

"A good looking girl, nice figure,"

"He's good," Carly said looking at Joanne.

"Knows how to have a good time I guess, and based on last night," he coughed, "is not embarrassed about, you know."

"What?"

"Sex."

"Pretty good description Chris, I like it. So as you haven't any friends, I need to share you with Joanne." She laughed.

"Very funny," laughed Chris

"The trouble is I don't think she is joking!" laughed Joanne.

Chris look puzzled. "I think I have come half way into a conversation" he smiled.

"As if!" the two girls cried out in unison.

"So do tell," Chris said. "What did you plan last night?"

"Oh, just girls talk. Fulfilling fantasies and all that." Carly said. 

"Don't look so worried Chris," Joanne said, tenderly touching his leg.

"Yes," lighten up urged Carly. "It was a typical male fantasy we were thinking about!"

"Anyway," she continued, "without being to graphical, my timing is not so good for the next few days if you follow my drift, so you are stuck with Joanne on your own!"

Chris drained his glass and was not sure what his thoughts were. There he was in a room with two young girls, hardly older than his daughter, both attractive in different ways, both offering him one of the all time male fantasies of a 3-some. Should he pinch himself? Was this really happening?

His thoughts were broken by Carly; "Anyway, I am going out for a few hours down to the pub, I'll leave you in peace for a bit. Have fun!"

Joanne dragged him to the bedroom, kissed him passionately and had him naked in seconds flat. As she started sucking him, she stopped. "I don't mind you having Carly, I would probably find it a real turn on; after all I don't want to know, but I assume you go home to a wife when you leave me."

He didn't say anything.

"Watching you with her would be amazing, but I also want time with just us. Is that OK?"

He nodded. She returned to the act of servicing his dick.

"By the way, it's not a good time for me either, so I will enjoy servicing you for the next few days, but I expect repayment in due course," she said, before again resuming sucking his prick.

She took him as deep as she could, nearly gagging before sucking the end and stroking him. He started bucking his hips and he orgasm soon approached. He cried out but she remained in place sucking and stroking him as he filled her mouth with his jism.

Swallowing and cleaning herself up, she stroked his prick as it slowly became flaccid.

"Enjoy?" she asked.

"What do you think?" he said reaching out and cuddling her.

That weekend Joanne moved in with Carly. Chris was unable to help or see Joanne over the weekend. She didn't ask why. She didn't want to know. 

On Monday Chris saw Joanne at the platform. "All done?"

"All done." She smiled. "It feels like home already. We are having a girls night tonight, and my parents are coming over tomorrow. Carly wants to cook dinner for the three of us on Wednesday." She looked around; there was nobody in ear shot. "So you can guess what she wants for desert!"

"Yes," he smiled. "Good job I have a couple of days off then!"

The arrival of the train signalled the end of that conversation.

Tuesday and Wednesday mornings followed the normal routine, apart from Chris receiving a text on the train.

He looked up; Joanne wasn't asleep but had her phone in her hand. The text read:

'looking fwd to tonite. Its been ages. Hope its good for all of us.'

He smiled and replied: 'Sure it will be, if it involves you it always is XX'

'You smoothie XX'

Chris turned up at the flat; this time with two bunches of flowers and two bottles of wine.

Carly opened the door and kissed him on the lips and thanked him for the wine and flowers.

"Boy you do know how to treat ladies and the night is still young!" she said, adding, "Joanne wasn't wrong!"

Joanne came out of the kitchen and threw her arms around Chris and kissed him. "Lovely flowers and wine. Thanks."

After the meal, that was accompanied by loads of laughter, they all retired to the sofas. Carly dimmed the lights and lit some candles. "Romantic isn't it!" Carly said.

"Yes," Chris and Joanne said together as Carly replenished their glasses. 

"Cheers!" they all said together raising their glasses. 

"So, Chris," Carly asked looking at him, if I get to share you with Joanne, does that tick one of your fantasies?

"Believe it or not, I've thought about 3-somes but one was never on the 'must do that before I die list'; but that being said I was always intrigued."

"So what's on the 'must do that before I die list' Chris?" asked Joanne.

"Oh not much, and not much sexual actually."

"Don't believe him Joanne, but I bet we find out before long" Carly said smiling at Joanne.

"Have you done a 3-some Carly?" Chris asked.

"No, but I had thought about it and thought it would ne a hell of a turn on."

"Have you Joanne?" Chris asked.

"No, but I was in a room where I think one took place. It was after a party and we all crashed out and I think this guy had sex with his girlfriend and her friend, one after another, not together; but I suppose that's a 3-some"

Carly nodded. Chris smiled and said; "not being an expert on what constitutes a 3-some I would say it was one!"

"When was that Joanne?" Carly asked.

"Oh, about three years ago; when I was with Phil."

"All this talk is making me randy" Carly said. "Shall we?"

Joanne looked at Chris, trying to read his mind.

"I'm up for it, "said Joanne. "Chris?"

"Ok, but how do we start?"

They all looked at each other and at the same time burst out laughing.

"I've a thought," Carly said. "You two start, pretend I am not here and I will join in."

"Ok then," Joanne said, standing up and taking Chris by the hand, led him to the bedroom. Carly followed them.

Joanne lay on the bed and gestured for Chris to join her. He did and was soon lost in a passionate kiss, his hands roaming over her body, totally oblivious to the fact that there was someone else in the room. 

Joanne moaned as their kissing intensified in its intensity. His hands started getting under her clothing as she started undoing his buttons. Soon she was topless and his shirt was removed. His hands ran up her legs and under her skirt, her legs opening to accept his stroking. She was soon naked and she started to remove his trousers and boxers. With both naked and kissing passionately as they stroked each other, they became aware of a new sensation as Carly joined them. She was naked and kneeling over them, stroking each of them.

Joanne and Chris broke their kissing and looked up at Carly. Her small but pointy breasts had hard erect nipples and she stopped stroking Chris and Joanne and started stroking her nipples to make them even harder. 

"They would like to be sucked, Chris." She purred. 

Without hesitation he leant up and licked and sucked her breast as requested. Joanne stroked her arm as Carly held Chris's head against her breast.

Chris broke the embrace and looked at Joanne before he started licking and kissing her breast, again marvelling at the reaction and the hardness of her nipples.

He felt his hand being directed to another breast and realised he was sucking the breast of his girlfriend while stroking the breast of his girlfriends friend!

He stopped stroking and kissing and looked at the two girls, seeing the lust in both of their faces.

He reached down and ran his hand along Carly's thigh, reaching her slit that was already wet. He realised it was totally shaven. 

Not wishing to leave Joanne out, he asked her to move so he could feel her too. He now had both of them on their knees, legs apart, facing him while he fingered and stroked both of them. He could see Carly was looking at his manhood. She didn't seem to want to touch it, but he knew both Carly and Joanne were enjoying his fingering; both were rocking and getting wetter and wetter as he played with their clits and wet pussies. He leant forward without stopping his fingering and kissed Joanne. She was getting lost in his fingering and moaned loudly as he probed her mouth with his tongue.

He broke the kiss, and looked deeply in Joanne's eyes before moving his attention to Carly, leaning over and kissing her. Gently at first and then more passionately, their tongues dancing and fighting for supremacy, he felt her moan too as his finger move from her pussy to her clit.

Breaking the kiss off, he removed his fingers from the two girls.

"Lie down, both of you," he said huskily.

Both did so. He positioned them so they were side by side; he opened their legs and raised them so they were bent at the knee. He went between Joanne's and started licking and probing her with his tongue. He was aware of movement beside him and saw Carly had moved and was watching what he was doing.

"That looks amazing," she whispered.

He didn't answer but ran his hand up her leg and started fingering her again.

Joanne was getting wetter and wetter and Chris was aware she was close to cumming.

He decided to stop and turn his attention to Carly, Removing himself from Joanne he heard her quietly protest.

He pushed Carly back on her back and started licking her. Carly started bucking and driving him on, urging him to go faster and harder, making it clear she was close to cumming. Chris was aware that Joanne was moving as she too wanted to see what was happening and to see her man eating out another woman. He tried to finger her, but she seemed happy to watch the action at this stage.

Carly got noisier and nosier as her climax got closer.

"Yes, yes, yes, that's it there," she cried out. "I'm cumming," she shouted. "Yes, I'm there, Oh my God, yes!" Her whole body convulsed as she pushed Chris away. "No more, please!"

Joanne and Chris looked at her as she regained her breath. "Hell, I have never cum like that before!" she said, still a bit breathless.

"Lucky you," Joanne said. I haven't yet.

"Lie down then!" said Chris in mock anger.

"Yes master!" she replied lying on her back and lewdly opening her legs again.

Chris, needing no prompting started licking and fingering her and knew that she was close. As before he was aware that Carly was taking a close look. He had two fingers inside Joanne, got to stroke her G Spot as he started licking her clit.

"Oh god you know that gets me!" she cried thrusting against him. "Keep going, don't stop. Please don't stop."

"I don't think he will," Carly said her voice thick with lust.

Chris continued and Joanne was so close. "Oh yes, yes. Oh my Goooooood! Yes."

She froze as he made the last lick of her clit and last thrust with his fingers. She flooded his hand with her cum. He slowly removed his fingers as she lay down, exhausted and tried to get her breathing under control.

Joanne raised herself on her elbows and kept her legs together. 

"You OK Carly?" 

Carly nodded. "You?"

"God yes!"

"I think Chris needs something though" Carly said nodding towards his erect prick, pre-cum oozing out of it. 

"I think we can help, don't you Carly?" Joanne said reaching out and gently touching Chris's prick. Joanne, slightly unsure also reached out and cupped his balls. Chris moaned with one girl stroking his prick and one cupping his balls, this was heaven.

Joanne bent down and replaced her hand with her lips. Chris moaned loudly. Joanne removed her mouth and gestured to Carly to take over. She moved and then she bent down and after licking the end covered the end of his prick with her lips, moving down and taking as much as she could in her mouth, trying but failing to deep throat him. She moved her lips up so that just the head was in her mouth and with her tongue licked the sensitive hole, getting the desired moan from Chris.

"You're going to make me cum!" he cried.

"Not yet!" Carly said after she removed her lips from his prick, replacing them with her soft hands."I want you inside me and I bet Joanne does too!"

"You bet," said Joanne, "but I'm sure he can please both of us tonight, you go first."

Carly looked at Chris. She lay on her back and opened her legs showing her beautiful bald pussy, glistening wet waiting to be filled. 

Chris didn't need to be told. He moved between her legs and guided his hot wet prick to her willing hole. She gasped as he entered her. He knew he wouldn't last long but this didn't seem to be a problem because as soon as he started thrusting, he was aware she was starting another orgasm. As he thrust harder, her legs raised and clasped themselves around his waist. 

She cried out "I don't believe it, I'm cumming again!"

Chris looked at Joanne who was transfixed and looked at him screwing her friend with nothing but unadulterated lust. He was close. His thrusting got faster and faster.

"I'm cumming!" he cried. Carly grasped his buttocks and forced him harder inside her and the final thing to push him over the edge was Joanne stroking his back.

"Yes!" he cried out as he filled Carlys pussy with his juice.

They untangled themselves and he sat back, regaining his breath. 

"Oh god!" he said, "I hope you are on the pill!" 

"Yes," she sighed, "I am or you wouldn't have been near me!" she smiled as she said this.

She stood up. "I need to have a clean up," she said indicating the torrent of love juice running down her leg. "Shall I bring some wine?"

Chris and Joanne nodded. Carly walked back into the room a few minutes later, interrupting Chris passionately kissing Joanne. 

"Keep going girl, life is returning," she said pointing to his prick that was beginning to show signs of life.

"Its not easy being a man you know. We can't have multiple orgasms, it takes us time to recover between rounds and sometimes we can't get it up!" Chris laughed. 

"But you don't get pregnant either!" Joanne laughed.

They drank their wine as they had good natured banter.

"Lie down Chris," Carly said after a while.

Confused, he did.

Carly took a sip of wine and without swallowing it, went down and dribbled it on Chris's prick, before starting to lick and suck him. Joanne seeing this then did the same. They then both started licking his prick, and then one would suck him, then the other. One then sucked his prick and the other sucked his balls. He lay back, unaware of who was doing what, but realising he was on the way to heaven!

His prick rock hard was then covered by a new sensation as Joanne straddled him and started riding him. Carly urged her on and watched closely as his prick went in and out of her friend's pussy. She moved and started kissing Chris, who despite only recently cumming knew he would not last much longer. He moaned as Carly deeply kissed him and Joanne rode him harder. Unable to communicate with Joanne, he started thrusting harder. She knew the signals and rode him faster and the feeling of him cumming deep inside her triggered her own orgasm.

Carly ceased her kissing and watched as the couple regained their composure.

They were all soon sitting satisfied, but still naked, finishing the wine off and amazed at the experiences they had all enjoyed.

"I don't have to go home tonight, but I am not sure I am up for anymore," Chris sighed. 

"Me neither," sighed Carly. "I'm done."

"Me too," Joanne agreed. "But it will be nice to sleep together and see what the morning brings!"

"God, there's no satisfying you is there girl!" smiled Carly.

"Yes there is, it's that!" she replied pointing at Chris's flaccid prick.

"In a few hours!" Chris smiled.

"Well, I will leave you to it guys. Tonight was amazing and I hope you felt the same." Carly said, raising and heading towards the door.

Chris and Joanne nodded. "Definitely!" they said in unison, "Bye!"

The couple, left on their own, fell into each others arms, kissed passionately,

"7.06," muttered Chris, breaking the kiss.

"Maybe, "replied Joanne. "Maybe a later one."



The Commuter Ch. 05



Chris woke to the exquisite feeling of his hard prick being engulfed in hot wet lips. He blinked twice and looked down to see Joanne licking his erect manhood, she lowered her head aware of his full attention, tightening her lips around his prick before bobbing up and down and sucking his tool.

She cupped his balls with her left hand while she stroked his prick with her right, now concentrating her sucking and licking in the enlarged head.

She was aware that he was close to cumming; he started thrusting and urging her on, moaning his appreciation of her act. 

"Oh my God!" he cried. His hands gripping the bedsheet as he approached the inevitable. He thrust harder, Joanne struggling to keep the head of his prick in her mouth and keeping a steady rhythm with her hand. 

"Yes!" he shouted as he filled her mouth with his cum. "Oh God yes!" as he spurt again and again into her willing mouth. 

She let his prick, still amazingly not fully flaccid, slowly slip from her mouth as she swallowed and cleaned up.

She smiled at him. "Good morning!"

"Good morning," he replied reaching out to hug her. "That was a hell of a wake up!"

"Good. It was a nice wake up for me too. Now before we get too sidetracked I think a coffee is called for and then we had better get ready for work. And, by the way, we will have missed the 7.06." she said as she got up and covered her nudity.

Returning with two steaming cups of coffee, she placed one beside him; "I assumed white no sugar." 

"Perfect, like you." He smiled.

They showered, dressed and headed to the station, arriving just in time to get the 7.36. "Not a bad way of missing 30 minutes," Joanne whispered to him.

"I've had worse half hours," he replied; earning a playful punch in the ribs.

As usual they sat apart on the train. He followed her to the underground and they got on the same carriage, parting at her station. As he left the underground at his stop further down the line, his phoned signalled he had a text.

It was from Joanne. 'I could almost feel you looking at my bum! Look fwd to attention there later' 

He replied later in the morning. 'As you wish! Don't forget the KY LOL'

She immediately responded. 'Dirty B. Got a large tube LOL'

Not having made arrangements he was unsure what to do that evening, so he sent a text to Joanne. 'not sure whats happening tonite. R U Free?'

'Only for u' came the reply.

'LOL see you at yours then' he sent.

'Good and do you want stuffing or just sex' she responded immediately.

'Don't want to be greedy but both would be nice.' He sent back.

Chris didn't see Joanne on the train in the evening, so he drove to the flat she was sharing with Carly.

Carly opened the door to his knocking, "Hi Chris, she is in the shower. Join her, I'm sure she would love it!" she smiled gesticulating for him to come in.

"Thanks," he replied, trying not to show his embarrassment but handing a bottle of wine to Carly. Before he could make a decision, Joanne appeared wrapped in a towel. "Hi Chris," she said kissing him softly on the lips, "dinner wont be long."

"I won't be joining you," Carly said. "I'm out for dinner tonight."

"Got a better offer?" Chris asked smiling. 

"No but a different one!" she said, "an old boy friend has contacted me and asked me out," she added.

"So she hopes not to be home again!" Joanne added winking at Chris.

"Get dressed before he rapes you on the spot!" Carly said to Joanne playfully.

"Consented sex can't be rape!" she replied smiling, hitching her towel up to show her bum as she left the room.

"Anyway, now she is out of the shower, it's my turn; so make yourself at home Chris," Carly said as she too left the room.

Just as he was about to open the wine, Joanne reappeared, dressed in loose jogging pants and an oversized sweatshirt, but not too oversize to show that she was not wearing a bra underneath. Her hair was damp and down, not the normal pony tail he had got used to.

She kissed him, holding him tight. He kissed her back, the kiss turning passionate as they held each other close.

"I feel so randy!" she whispered breaking off from the kiss. "I want to be really dirty!"

He held her tight, and kissed her again, stopping to say. "Me too," before resuming the kiss, his hands creeping up her back under her sweatshirt and stroking her back. They moved down her side, feeling the sides of her breasts. She moaned and pressed harder against him, feeling the effect the kissing and hugging was having on him.

"Sorry to interrupt," Carly shouted, "but I am going now. Will you be OK on your own?" she smirked as she slammed the door closed.

Chris and Carly did not stop, but had to break for air. Chris lifted the front of her sweatshirt and marvelled at her fantastic breasts before lowering his head and suckling on one of the erect nipples, gaining a loud sigh of contentment from Joanne. She grasped his head and forced it harder against her breast.

He broke off to admire the wet hard nipple before treating the other to the same treatment. He stopped abruptly and pulled her sweatshirt down. 

"Enough for now," he said, his voice think with lust, but now running his hands over her bum, causing more moaning from Joanne. He held her close, and she started kissing him again. He then put his hand inside the waistband of her jogging pants and went lower, surprised but incredibly turned on to find she was not wearing any knickers. His exploring hand caressed her smooth bum. She opened her legs a bit, silently imploring him to further his searching as she kissed him harder. He stroke between her cheeks, feeling her hard but dry rear entrance; feeling it pucker up as he roamed over it. He reached lower, feeling it getting hotter as he encountered the heat and wetness from her pussy.

"Mmmmmmmm, yes," she murmured breaking the kiss.

Again, he abruptly stopped.

"Lets eat." He said.

"Yes!" she said stepping back, removing her top and stepping out of her jogging pants, hands on hips and legs slightly apart. "Eat me!"

She walked towards the armchair and sat down. He looked on as she opened her legs and stroked her wet pussy. "You like?" she whispered looking at him approach her.

He knelt down and looked and smelt her inner core. He moved his head lower and gently licked her. "Oh yes!" she sighed.

He lifted his head. She was lying back with her eyes shut, lost in a moments lust. He resumed his licking before moving up to focus his attention on her clit, hard and pulsating and crying out for attention. 

"God yes!" she cried out as she started to buck her hips. He entered her with a finger as he continued licking her clit. She grabbed it tightly with her inner muscles and groaned as he removed it. Taking a trail of the copious fluid he let it trail down towards her back passage. Without losing any contact with her clit he circled her rear opening with his finger, wetting as much as he could. 

"Put it in there!" she commanded, as his movements got bolder and he felt her opening up for him. Doing as she requested he entered her up to the first knuckle. With his other hand he started fingering her pussy. He was now licking her clit and fingering both her holes. She was moaning loader than ever. She was soaking his hands and bucking harder and harder, forcing his fingers further inside her willing orifices.

"Chris, I feel totally violated!" she cried, "You are killing me!" as she bucked even harder, Chris trying not to lose contact with her clit.

"Yes, yes, yes! Oh god yes!" she cried as her orgasm came and she froze, her whole body consumed in ecstasy as she came.

He stopped his licking and gently removed his fingers as she lay, exhausted, in the armchair, trying to get her breathing under control.

She looked at him. "That, Chris, was amazing. I was so randy!"

She sat up and aware of her nakedness and him being fully clothed, a moment's embarrassment crossed her face. "Shall we have some food before we start round two?" she said smiling, picking up her clothes and covering herself under his watchful gaze.

They quickly ate and drank a glass of wine.

"I want to do what ever you want me to do!" Joanne said as the last dish was put away. "What is it you want me to do?" she said.

Chris thought. "I don't know, but I have an idea. What have you never done that you want to do? That would be a real turn on for me. For you to do something for the first time"

"That's what I want, you to be really turned on."

"So what have you never done that you want to do?" he asked, gently stroking her arm.

She paused, thought deeply; "I honestly can't think of anything I want to do that I haven't and with you, everything is so fantastic. Let's go to bed and I want you to explore every inch of my body. Nothing is out of bounds and nothing is prohibited."

She grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom. They stood and hugged. They started kissing and his hands found themselves under her top, roaming her silky smooth skin. She was turned on again. She broke the embrace and stood back from him. She removed her top and for the second time that evening stepped out of her jogging pants. She stepped towards him.

"Don't move," she said as she started removing his clothes. He soon was also naked as she stood in front of him, softly stroking his hard prick. He, in turn was playing with her nipples, never ceasing to be amazed by their hardness.

She knelt down in front of him and with her head level with his groin, leant forward and licked the end of his hard cock. She engulfed the end of it and sucked and licked it.

"Nice?" she asked moving away, but keeping her hand gently stroking Chris' cock,

"What do you think?" he smiled, lifting her up to stand in front of him, hugging her and enjoying the feeling of her nakedness against his body.

They kissed and their hands roamed over each others backs, knowing whatever happened they did not need to rush.

He broke the kiss and led her towards the bed. "Kneel down," he whispered, "on all fours."

She did, and he looked with un-mitigating lust at her beautiful body, exposed for him. He stroked her inner thigh, enjoying her pussy opening to his touch. He opened her legs wider to see her rear entrance inviting some attention.

She read his mind; "the KY is in the drawer." 

He leant over and took a massive tube out. Before opening it her leant forward and probed her anally with his tongue. He enjoyed the texture and the naughtiness of it as she moaned in pleasure.

"Oh Chris, that is bad!" she sighed, "but don't stop."

He didn't for a few minutes, his fingers playing with her pussy as her tongued her rear. He did eventually stop and opened the KY, putting a generous amount around and in the entrance of her back door. He then gently and carefully put a finger in her bum. 

"Oh God, yes!" she cried. He put another finger in. It met no reluctance.

He fingered her anus with one hand and started fingering her pussy with another.

"Stop!" she said. "I want you inside me."

He was rock hard and concerned he wouldn't be able to perform well as he was so turned on. Again, as if reading his mind she said; "I don't care of you cum straight away, fuck me!"

He did as she asked. He went behind her and put his hard prick inside her soaking wet pussy, while opening her cheeks so he got a view of her rear entrance. He thrust a couple of times and pulled out, moving his prick to the anal opening which was still well lubricated from the KY. He gently entered her and was up to the hilt before he knew what had happened.

"I want to try something," she whispered, "pull out a second."

Confused, he did as she asked.

"Lie down," she said. He did.

She straddled him and slowly guided his prick into her rear entrance. She soon engulfed him totally and rode him. He got a fantastic view of her pulsating pussy and hard erect clit as she rode him. She was in ecstasy, her eyes shut as she rose and fell on him. He was, meanwhile, trying to hold back from filling her with his cum, knowing he was close.

"I'm going to cum!" he cried out through gritted teeth.

"I know. I want you to. Fill me!" she said, also close to her own orgasm.

He grabbed her, held her waist as he urged her on. He started to cum, spurting long and hard into her; until he had to urge her to stop.

"Oh my God!" he sighed, breathing heavily.

"You liked that didn't you?" she said, smiling and amazed by her ability to turn him on.

She got off of him and lay down beside him, her arm across his chest.

They were silent together. The only sound was their breathing as it returned to normal.

His hand wandered over her shoulders and down her back, over her bum. Instinctively she opened her legs to gain him access. He explored her cum filled rear passage, lewdly putting a finger inside and soliciting a satisfied sigh. He removed it and returned to stroking her back.

"I am so turned on," she sighed. "I want more and more. It frightens me."

"I know," he replied as he started stroking her bum again. 

"Finger me" she implored, raising herself onto her haunches and exposing herself. He moved around the back of her and stroked and explored her pussy, gently stroking her clit, until she was bucking against him and telling him, not that he needed to be told, that she was cumming.

Her orgasm over, she lay on her tummy; at least for a short period, she was satiated.

He got up and without getting dressed went to the kitchen and returned with some wine and two glasses.

Filling the glasses, he passed one to Joanne.

"To us and the 7.06."

"To us and the 7.06," she replied raising her glass in a toast.

Chris and Joanne continued their sexual affair for another three months. Chris's partner got suspicious at about the same time Joanne met someone about her age. Joanne initially didn't want to break off the relationship, in fact she thought that she would be happy to continue with just the sex with Chris and seeing the new man, but after a few weeks of seeing the new man and seeing Chris for sex, she realised it was wrong and she couldn't continue. 

Aware of changing dynamics, they met at the flat, both aware that the end was nigh. Carly made herself scarce and went out as Joanne and Chris shared a quiet and thoughtful meal. They discussed everything; how they met, how they got together, how they knew that it was never going to be sustainable in the long term, how it was right Joanne would meet someone of her own age. Nothing was spared but there were no recriminations. There was no need. 

"It had to end eventually," Chris said. "There were too many obstacles, our age and plans for the future being the main ones."

"I know," she sighed. "But I have no regrets at all. You have taught me so much, and not just about sex!" she smiled. "We have had so much fun, but you are right. It was great and I will always remember you."

She stood up and crossed over and sat on his lap, burrowing her head into his shoulder as hugged him. "And you do a great line in hugs," she said sitting up and kissing him gently on the lips.

"I'm sure your new man does too," Chris replied not really knowing if he wanted to know the answer.

"Ok, but not in the same league," she said, "and stop fishing for more compliments," she added playfully punching him. "He's good company, good fun, treats me like a lady and we enjoy each others company." 

The room was quiet. "Good, as long as he doesn't hurt you." Chris said quietly.

"No he doesn't."

"Good."

"He is very gentle and kind."

Chris was dying to ask a personal question but knew it would be wrong. 

As if reading his mind, Joanne added. "And while I enjoy the intimate side of things with him, it's not as good as what we had."

Chris smiled. "It was good wasn't it?"

"Yes," she sighed. "And it will have to stay in the past Chris. I can't carry on seeing him and doing what we do. I thought I could. But I can't. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry Joanne, just don't forget me and remember fondly what we had. Please?"

"Of course," she said hugging him tightly, holding some tears back.

She got off his lap and holding his head in her hands, kissed him gently on the lips. "I think you had better go Chris, before one of us does something stupid."

He nodded. "Bye Joanne."

"Bye Chris."

He left the flat for the last time, emotionally upset but he knew he was doing the right thing.

Joanne sat and hugged her knees to her chest and cried. She too knew it was right that things should end, but she had so enjoyed what they had. She must now hope that the magic could occur with her new man, where at least she didn't have to hide and lie about.

Chris and Joanne still see each other on the train. They still acknowledge each other and they both have fantastic memories and experiences of their time together that will last a life time.

THE END