I was stood in a queue waiting to buy my train ticket at the station; I was going to see a friend down in London. I was glad that the train would be on time this times, the last time I went, it was late. Looking around to see how many people were in front of me, I noticed the guy in front. I sighed softly as I waited my turn glancing up and down his back from his shoulders to his ass as he stepped up to the window I couldn't help but keep my eyes on his ass, it was that kind of ass that you could just pinch or swat it was so round and full, his jeans tight over his cheeks to just made it even more swat able. I heard him ask for a first class single to London, watched him pay the clerk, take his ticket and turn and headed towards the platform where he disappeared into the crowd.
There was one more person in front of me before I could get my own ticket. I couldn't help but think about the guy with the pinch able ass when I heard the clerk behind counter give a slight little cough trying to get my attention to let me know that it was my turn to get my ticket. I know I shouldn't have done it but thought what the hell and brought a single first class single to. I turned and headed to the same platform he was stood at. Looking down at my blue and white checked shirt, tight white t-shirt beneath it, breasts pushing up against it, and my navy blue short skirt, feeling it against my thighs as my hips swayed with each step I took. Walking out onto the platform, I noticed the guy from the queue just to the side of me, he was probably about ten paces away from me as I looked both ways down the track, glancing at him as I flashed him a smile, he saw me looking as he smiled broadly at me.
Turning I noticed a bench and went to take a seat on the bench behind me. I felt his eyes on me, my skirt swirling up a little in the slight breeze, threatening to show off more than intended to as I sat down on the bench and crossed my tanned legs letting my elbow rest on my knee with my chin in my palm looking around as I tapped my foot. Even though I was looking down the tracks for the train I’d catch him as he took fleeting glances as often as he dared, I’d see him catching fleeting glances now and again. Once I smiled and winked at him playfully and mischievously. He snapped his back to face front a slight blush seeping up into his cheeks as I chuckled lightly watching him. I leaned back on the bench twisting and tilting my head a little checking out his ass, how round and full it was, encased beneath his jean, sighing softly as I thought about it.
Then the train came down the tracks bringing me back to the present. Watching him pick his case up turning my eyes to the train as it pulled to a stop. I stood up and slung my bag over my shoulder as I walked towards one of the carriages. As I stepped onto the train, my short little skirt swaying letting my hips swayed from side to side stepping onto the train, I looked down the carriage he was at the other end. Which kind of pleased me.
I placed my case onto the rack above, my skirt rose a little as I struggled with it. I managed to get it up there, feeling his eyes upon me as my skirt rode a little higher up my thighs. I walked down the aisle finding my seat, sliding into it, pulling my skirt down a little. I sat staring out the window at the other passengers waiting for their own trains, my elbow resting not he arm of the seat and my chin in my palm.
I was at one end of the carriage as he was at the other end. There were very few people in the same first class carriage as us.
I quickly stole a glance down the aisle, and from the corner of my eye watched him stash his case in the rack. Then he turned and walked in my direction, I bit my lower lip as he casually took the seat opposite me. Though I tried to pretend not to notice him, he seemed a little more than happy with himself. I stole another glance at him as he grinned catching me, I sat back in my seat, crossing my arms, letting them show off my breasts, my tanned legs crossing the other way as my skirt rode up teasingly. He tried to subtly adjust his trousers and then held out his hand and said, "Hi, I'm Iain. I guess we're going to be neighbours for the next few hours."
I smiled as I looked at him took his hand, and said, "I'm Mel, short for Melissa, yeah I guess it seems to be that way, How far are you going?"
He smiled mischievously as he replied, "All the way."
I couldn't let him get away with that and whispered. "Oh really, I'm going all the way too." I grinned slightly watching him shift a little.
He smiled. "I'm very glad to hear that," he said.
And that was the beginning. We struck up a conversation as the train began to pull away from the station. Bright sunshine beaming through the windows as the train rode down the tracks.
"Why would you be so glad to hear that?" I asked as softly as I could.
"I always enjoy the company of gorgeous ladies when travelling."
"Do you make this journey often then?" I was genuinely curious.
"A couple of times a week, work has me down here fairly often."
The wet tip of my tongue ran over my lips. "That's nice," I said, "I take this train almost every week."
A low moan escaped Iain's lips as he asked, "What brings you to London my dear?"
I smiled. "Oh, just visiting a friend. We're almost like sisters, very close, sometimes she comes to me but it's my turn to go to her."
He smiled again, that smile. I couldn't keep my eyes off that smile, it was so captivation. "is she as beautiful as you?" he had wonder behind his emerald green eyes.
"Of course she is! Why wouldn't she be?" I know I shouldn't have said that, but it just came out. I felt his eyes on me. It seemed he was mentally undressing me. I shifted a little in my seat, adjusting my skirt, tanned legs uncrossing letting my thighs part slightly as I crossed my feet. I watched his gaze trail from my eyes, down over my breasts to my skirt. He was unable to move them away, he was transfixed. He held his gaze a little longer than he should have.
"Getting a bit warm in here." I muttered, and unfastened the knot in my blouse. I pulled it off as I leaned slightly forward, a faint impression of my bra just showing through my t-shirt.
As I dropped my shirt onto the seat next to me, I heard him gasp "oh wow." I smiled and looked at him. My half-lace, half-cup bra showed through my t-shirt, it was the kind of response I was looking for. As I leaned back against the seat, my foot touched his by accident.
"Oh I'm so sorry," I said, "I didn't mean to do that." He smiled back, "I don't mind at all, my dear."
His foot rubbed against the back of my leg in response. "Well that's good," I replied. I couldn't think of anything else to say. Fortunately, the refreshments trolley began to make its way down the carriage, which broke the awkwardness.
"Can I buy you a drink Melissa?"
My eyes turning back to him, "Oh umm a coke would be nice thank you Iain." He stood up to catch the attention of the attendant, which gave me another chance to check out his ass. But this time I also noted how his trousers had become a little tighter across his crotch area as well, showing off a little more than perhaps necessary. He ordered two cokes and paid the attendant.
I turned my head and looked out the window, watching the countryside pass by, slyly looking at him in his reflection. My eyes once again trail down to his crotch, slightly bulging. He caught me looking and, smiling knowingly setting the can down in front of me, asking teasingly, "see something you like?"
I bent my head forward, letting my hair slightly fall around my cheeks, hiding a blush, looking down at the can of coke in front of me. "Umm, yeah I do." I couldn't believe I'd said that. I'd never done anything like that in my life.
He grinned at me, pressing his advantage, and in a whisper said, "tell me what you saw?" I couldn't think of anything to say, I tried to come up with something intelligent as I continued to gaze at the coke. I could feel the blush getting deeper.
"Well, umm I think you know what I saw," I finally managed. It wasn't very creative but it was all I could come with. He swapped seats, taking the one next to me. He took my hand in his and placed it gently at the top of his knee.
I bit my lower lip thinking to myself, "my god, what have I done?" I watched him carefully. He murmured softly at my touch and slipped his hand onto mine, giving it a slight gentle squeeze. I turned to face in my seat a little, letting my fingers lightly stroke against his trousers. My skirt rose a little more as I moved, showing off yet a little more thigh, to him. I sighed without thinking, softly as he squeezed mine.
I raised my eyes to meet his. "Mm Mel that feels good" he murmured softly.
I softly let my hand move higher up his thigh, almost imperceptibly inwards. I couldn't help but smile at him and letting my head nod a little, by a way of answering. His eyes went wider when he noticed that my skirt had ridden farther up my legs. I watched him smile with approval and let my little finger stroke softly against his crotch listening to him.
He whispered, "Oh yes Mel, mom, I love your hand feels on me."
I watched his face as he closed his eyes, and I let him savour the touch of my hand. His fingertips began to slowly stroke up and down my thigh. His hand kept moving higher and higher.
I slid my hand more towards his crotch, deliciously slowly, finally letting my palm softly cup against it. I shuffled my ass a little closer to him. I heard him whisper, trying to stifle a moan. "Oh jesus, yes," he said.
I didn't want to get caught by any of the other passengers‘. I leaned my head in towards his, whispering softly "mm Iain, I think you've done this before?"
He only moaned again. Again I looked around the carriage, hoping that no one heard him. The attendant was nowhere to be seen, and the other passengers were few, and they were far enough away.
He smiled, then said, "you mean having sex with a stranger on a train?"
My thighs parted a little more as I softly whispered.” Yes." He shook his head. "No, never, I'm normally very shy." I couldn't help but smile at him. "Guess what?" I said, "neither have I."
As I leaned my head closer to him, his hand instinctively moved between my lets. I felt his fingertips on my panties, felt them wriggle playfully against them.
"You seem to know what you're doing," I purred softly, at his touch. My thighs automatically parted a little more. My head rocked to the side slightly.
"You think so?" he answered.
"Mmmm, yes, baby, very experienced. I would have guessed you'd had your way with plenty of strange ladies on trains," I said, as my hand softly stroked at his crotch, daringly tracing the outline of his stem.
"Mm, then you're wrong," he replied. "I may have had sex before, even with a ladies I'd just met, but never on a train. This would be a first for me, on a train with a total stranger, someone I've only just met." He grinned, his face set, his hand pushed its way up my thigh. His fingertips purposefully worked into my panties. I started with surprise. But I couldn't stop him; it simply felt too good.
He brushed his fingertips over my bare pussy lips. It happened so fast, I gasped softly, biting my bottom lip, and my hips shifted a little. I figured two could play at the game, and my fingers began fiddling with his zip.
He was slightly ahead of my though, and I felt his fingers part my pussy lips. It felt like heaven. Soon enough a finger slipped up inside of me. I was already wet from thinking about his ass.
I pulled down his zip slowly and softly. My fingers explored inside. "Oh my, Iain," I playfully purred, "my, but you're so hard. I'm impressed." I was trying to sound like a woman of the world.
He smiled and said, "I couldn't help it, baby. I got hard the minute I saw you on the station."
I was a little more comfortable now, "Oh really? Guess you didn't catch me checking out that cute ass of yours."
He laughed. "No, I missed that, was too busy wondering how I was going to get into your knickers." I couldn't believe what he was saying. He went on, more breathily, "And now you're here, and you're so wet Mel." He winked at me and continued, "I bet my cock would slip inside you so easy."
"Oh yes, I am wet, baby, and it's your fault too." I teased. "Well, what can I say, you did well."
He smiled as he pressed his lips to mine, kissing me deeply.
I was helpless in his embrace, "You're right baby, your hard cock would slip in very easily."
"Mmmm, why don't we see just how easily?" he whispered softly. I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. He reached over me and pulled the shade down. Shielding us from other stations, where the train pulled in.
"Here? Now? You mean?" I asked as my fingers slipped into him more, pressing against his cock, which was getting hard and had started to throb.
"Mm yes, baby. Unless you have a better idea?" I looked around the carriage at the other passengers at the other end of it, then back at him "Think we could get away with it?" I asked my eyes fixed on his.
"We'll only know if we try" he said.
I didn't have a better idea. "I guess," I finally managed, "but would you be able to control your moans and groans?" I laughed.
He looked at me lustfully, completely serious, filled with purpose. "I'll just have to."
I couldn't believe any more of this. It seemed crazy. But there I was, at the far end of a semi deserted train carriage, by myself with a man I'd never met before, pressing my lips to his as I unbuttoned his trousers and pulled his tight boxers down.
I freed his cock for him. It almost leapt out at me, long and thick. I felt his hair as I hungrily explored his cock with my fingers. I cradled his balls. My fingers curling around them giving them a gentle squeeze. I lowered my head down to his cock, and I licked the tip of it. He was going crazy.
He was cut delightfully, like a succulent mushroom of a shield that was going to be mine. His cock smelt of musky cologne. It tasted of flesh and salt. I salivated as I went down on him, sucking that heavenly cock. He writhed beneath me. I tasted a little precum and knew he was ready for my pussy.
I sat up, my mouth dripping, and kissed him deeply with his own juices... my hand moving to his hard cock. He devoured my mouth, and worked my pussy with his hand, he fingered me powerfully, rubbing my clit expertly. In my own bed, things took time... but here, danger all around, I came easily, on his hand, moaning softly.
I needed to release him. He was in ecstasy. His enormous cock was uncovered, yearning, straining, in such terrible need. I had to help it. I straddled his lap facing him. I felt his hands rest on my hips and let him enjoy the feel of me on his lap, pressing against his throbbing stem. I slowly lowered myself down on it, taking him in inch by precious inch.
He could only moan lightly and keep whispering
"Oh yes." I didn't believe it was possible, considering his girth, but I took in all of his cock, burying him deeply, feeling his pubic hair move with mine. I kissed him to stop him from moaning too loud. His hands ran all over my body, finding my breasts and fondling my erect nipples expertly through my shirt, kissing me back passionately as his hips bucked up from his seat ramming his dick deep into me.
I was moaning too, I couldn't help it, as I moved against him. I kissed him even more deeply in my heat, my hips rocking back and forth on his lap, my fingers wrapped around his neck. His hard cock was pushing powerfully inside me, his hands guiding my hips over his cock. I had to break the kiss to bite my bottom lip to keep myself from screaming. I bounced up and down, riding his pulsating cock. His hands returned to my magnificent breasts, and again his fingers squeezed my nipples, harder this time.
My voice was a low murmur. "Mmmm baby you feel so good" my head came forward, looking into his emerald eyes, feeling his cock so big and hard, and deeply buried inside of me, dripping my wetness, my hips circling softly, stirring his cock within me. Both our climaxes were building together.
I rode him as the train glided down the tracks. His hands squeezed my breasts ever harder, his fingers dug in, my hips were grinding back and forth above him. I felt him rise and fall from his seat, pushing his hard, throbbing cock up into me. His breathing quickened as did mine.
I was in control, he was all mine, I'd make him wait to orgasm when I was ready. He could do nothing but pump. I was using him. He was nothing but a great cock, there for my pleasure. I leaned my head in towards his, coyishly, and whispered softly in his ear, "Are you ready to explode, baby? I'm on the edge and want to feel you cum with me."
All he could do was nod his head weakly. He served me and my needs. I brought my face back to his, looking into his eyes, knowing how close we both were to paradise. I watched his face contort as he struggled to contain a moan. I pressed my lips to his, stifling it inside me.
It was time. I slammed down on his cock as hard as I could, grinding into him, my hands around his neck. I felt him cum inside me, splattering his semen against my sweet walls, as I powered down onto him in ecstasy. He arched his back, pushing for all the depth he could get, and we came as one.
Oh god... it was the best I'd had in ages. It was unbelievable. There was no concern, no emotional intimacy, no dealing with history. It was just animal sex, raw and passionate.
When it was over, I rested on his lap, relaxing, and only then thought to turn my head to look at the other passengers. His gaze followed mine. That were few and far from us. None of them had the slightest idea of what had just taken place between us, nor were they concerned. They were busy doing their own things. I slid off his lap, felt him slip out of me. I pulled up his boxers and refastened his trousers. I adjusted my panties, slipped from his lap and back into my seat pulling my little skirt down and crossing my tanned legs.
I stood up and went to the bathroom. Once inside I took off my panties and washed them. I mopped up my pussy and thighs. My panties were cold when I put them back on, but it felt good against my hot lips.
I slipped back into my seat. Iain was gone. He returned from the men's room. I opened the can of Iain had purchased earlier.
"Mm baby that was such a rush" he said, turning his head towards me. I smiled back at him as I took a sip of coke from the can. The train had pulled into Euston Station.
"It certainly was baby," I said, "thank you for the company. It was umm... a pleasure."
He stood up and walked down the aisle to retrieve his case. When he returned he looked at me with that sweet smile of his and said, "No, no, the pleasure was all mine baby."
He helped me with my bag, and then we parted. We looked at each other down the aisle, both smiling and winking. We had our secret. We exited the train, he going one way and I went the other. I had no way of knowing whether we'd meet up again. But who can predict the future?