There were rows of benches in orderly lines, arranged thoughtfully near staircases leading down to subterranean boarding platforms. My chosen bench was close to the end, allowing me a full view of the other waiting passengers.
They were mostly people traveling to see family, as evidenced by their luggage. A few late workers with briefcases, some university students going home for the weekend. I passed time by inventing backstories for the more interesting looking ones.
An older woman, dressed in a fur coat, with platinum blonde hair and an excess of make-up? She was a once wealthy widow, fallen on hard times, traveling to stay with distant relatives after losing her mansion.
Two young ladies, wearing university emblazoned sweatshirts and tight black leggings? Obviously expelled for sleeping with one of their professors in a scandalous threesome.
A tall gentleman, wearing a grey suit, was enthusiastically talking up an attractive woman with dark hair. Their posture made it obvious that they weren't together, but their smiles suggested an interest in each other.
Probably trying to convince her to rendezvous in the bathroom for an evening delight, I told myself. My curiosity was piqued when she leaned closer, her shoulder length hair swaying forward with the motion. She spoke softly, for his ears only, then leaned back in obvious satisfaction at his grin and blush.
When she stood, straightening the wrinkles on her overcoat, and strode to the ladies room on the far end of the hall, his eyes burned a hole in her swaying hips. A dozen heartbeats later, and he took off in the same direction.
I was in disbelief watching this unfold in front of me. Being the shameless sort, I waited a few moments, then, checking to see that no one was paying any particular attention, I followed them both.
Coffee still in hand, I walked across the nearly deserted concourse. The bathrooms were situated well away from the sitting area, near a few pocket sized restaurants that were closed down for the day. The soft strains of Iggy Pop came from the back of the restaurant, where the workers were cleaning up.
I stepped softly, not wanting to alert them to my presence. As I got closer, I could hear soft rustlings and murmurs.
The restrooms had no door to the outside, the beige stone walls leading to a sharp corner to provide privacy. I peeked slowly around the corner of the ladies room, and in the large mirror, I could see two sets of feet in the large handicapped stall. The door to the stall was mostly closed, leaving a small gap. Through this, I could see the two of them kissing passionately, hands busy discovering each other's bodies.
Anyone else would back off at this point, but, as I said before, I am rather shameless, and, hey, if you are willing to fuck in public, you must not mind an audience, right?
I felt a voyeuristic thrill when I saw her rubbing his crotch through his pants. After she pulled his belt open, I was mildly disappointed to see that he was only average size. When she crouched in front of him, she pushed him back slightly, hiding her face from my view.
Not about to be thwarted now, I stepped forward, as softly as a thief, and peered directly into the open door of the stall. Most of the gentleman's body was hidden, his back being against the stall's wall, but I could now see her, sucking on his stiffening member with vigor. She held the tip between her lips, licking the underside, as she gripped him with her left hand, slowly feeding his length into her mouth. She didn't stop until her lips met the base of his cock, and she held it there for a moment, looking up for full effect.
He let out a deep groan, reaching his right hand down to caress the back of her head. She pulled back slowly, still looking up with beautiful hazel eyes. Releasing the head with a loud "pop", she tilted her head back, laughing softly, a long ribbon of her drool falling from her full lips. His hand went to his own cock then, beating it lightly against her now outstretched tongue. She cooed in appreciation, enjoying the treatment.
"A proper slut," I thought wonderingly, all the more thrilled. I inched closer, my cold coffee forgotten in my hand. My foot must have scuffed the floor slightly, because as she plunged down on his shaft again, her eyes flicked in my direction, catching me completely in my voyeuristic intrusion.
I froze, horrified that I'd been caught, my eyes wide open in shock. I was on the verge of retreating, but when her eyes met mine, she smiled around the cock in her mouth and renewed her efforts.
I couldn't believe my luck. Here was a beautiful woman, a cock sucking slut no less, more than willing to put on a show. I smiled my encouragement back, and she winked one eye, a co-conspirator to myself, the interloper. She seemed to get off on having an audience, making more noises, and doubling down on her fortunate partner.
Lifting his cock straight up, she suckled the base while stroking it high in the air. Her lips ran up and down the glistening underside before she took first one testicle in her mouth, then the other.
His moans were reaching fever pitch now, and both of his hands were wrapped around her head. I was suddenly thankful that we were so far removed from the rest of the station, but I still felt pangs of danger in my gut, afraid that the three of us would be interrupted and that my show would end.
Sensing that he was close to his limit, she attacked his hard cock with an unmatched intensity and hunger. She face fucked him like a piston firing on all cylinders, her black hair flying back and forth as she took him in and out of throat, again and again, with no pause.
I had never seen such a display of animal lust before. Her soft needful moans were punctuated sharply by a loud squelching sound each time his soft head pierced her throat. Her spit enveloped his manhood entirely, and she used her hands to spread it all over his balls and her rosy cheeks.
When he gasped, and held her head all the way down on his shaft, she looked me dead in the eye again. He came with a grunt, and I could see her throat working to swallow his hot load. I swear she smiled at me again as he finished deep inside her.
She pulled away, stroking him with her hand to milk the last of his seed, before eagerly licking this up and swallowing it too. As she continued to lick him clean, I beat my retreat, nursing an aching hard-on and horny beyond imagining.
I returned to my seat, a little light headed but pleasantly buzzing from the scene I'd just witnessed. I watched as he returned first, walking quickly over the white marble floor. He retrieved his luggage, and then disappeared down a stairway, presumably to wait for his train on the platform. She followed soon after and took her seat, sitting back with an air of satisfaction. Her eyes cast about for a moment, searching over the few people who were left in the station before finding me. She smiled slightly, but otherwise gave no indication that she recognized me, or that she was embarrassed in the slightest. I smiled inwardly, and settled into my own seat. I still had another hour to go until my train arrived, but, at least, I had a lovely sexy memory to keep me warm.
The train had finally arrived despite the raging blizzard outside, and we had all trudged downstairs to dutifully queue up at the door. We were in Philadelphia, bound for New York, and not many passengers were on-boarding.
I stood on the grey concrete slab, blowing on my hands to warm them, as a stiff wind blew in from the tunnel mouth some distance away. I was traveling to visit a friend, an occasional lover, for an extended weekend in the city.
We boarded and stored our luggage, with only a few passengers per a car, most people choosing to spread out and enjoy a bit of space. I took my seat and settled in the last car, towards the back to be precise.
I was beginning to think that I would have the car to myself, when, lo and behold, in walked the stunning woman I had witnessed earlier in the station. She was on the shorter side, perhaps five feet, with lustrous black hair cut shoulder length. Her eyes twinkled merrily when she saw me, and she sat herself a few rows in front of me, in an "open" style berth, with four seats facing each other. Far enough to not invite immediate conversation, but close enough to make me wonder if it wasn't accidental.
We pulled smoothly out of the station with no further delay, and I settled back to enjoy my now cold cup of coffee. I dug my nose into my book, anticipating a dull ride. Before long, the coffee did its thing, so to speak, and I saved my page to use the restroom. I passed the mysterious exhibitionist without incident, and found the bathroom in the back end of the next car up.
Upon returning, I noticed that she was likewise engaged in her book. Ordinarily, I wouldn't disturb one thusly engrossed, but her gaze was drawn up at my approach, her shining hazel eyes a match for my own.
"Well, hello there, Tom," she said lightly. Turning her book over onto her lap, she revealed a study on Greek mythology. She had a lovely British accent, not too strong, but alluring all the same.
"Tom?" I inquired, ever slow on the uptake.
"You know, peeping Tom?" She laughed at her own joke as I blushed furiously, ever the ladies man.
I reached for something smooth to say, but settled for honesty rather than awkward silence. "Yes, quite a show you put on there." I tilted my head to indicate the station, now far behind us. "Sorry, I couldn't help but notice -"
"In the ladies room?" This, in mock outrage, I hoped.
"Erm, about that..." I was drowning, clearly in over my head. "I just happened by the doorway, when I couldn't help but hear..." I trailed off helplessly, desperate to be saved, but knowing that I was caught like a fish on her line.
She laughed again at my obvious discomfort, and indicated the seat across with one hand. "Have a seat, it's fine," she smiled, letting me off the hook so to speak. "Might as well have a chat, it's a ways to go until New York."
"You're going there too?" I brightened, taking the proffered seat. "That's where I'm headed. I've a friend in Brooklyn."
"A ‘friend' eh?" she said, clearly enunciating the quotation marks. "I'm traveling to see a ‘friend' also." We were half turned towards each other, and her pretty face was framed by the train window, the falling snow streaking by the rushing train.
I dropped my end of the conversation momentarily, lost in her pretty eyes. Have I mentioned that she was distractingly attractive? She was looking at me expectantly, and it took me a moment to recover.
"Sorry," I mumbled. "I rarely see eyes as lovely as yours." Ah yes, a smooth talker I am not. "I mean, your entire face is lovely, not just your eyes." Her eyes narrowed slightly, another miss. "Dammit, you are absolutely gorgeous, and I'm an idiot. Can we please start over? I'm Dean." I extended my hand, which she shook dutifully and laughed.
"Certainly, Dean. I'm Lisa," she informed me, "and it's a pleasure to meet you." We passed the next few minutes with the usual small talk, neither of us mentioning her escapades in the station again.
Maybe the heaters were running overtime, maybe it was the confident, sensual woman next to me, but I soon found myself sweating. I removed my heavy coat, wearing just a black cotton t-shirt underneath. She glanced at my torso appreciatively, a hint of the hunger I had seen previously in her eyes.
"It is a bit stuffy in here." she stated, demurely removing her own grey coat, one sleeve at a time. She was dressed appropriately for the weather, in a tight fitting charcoal sweater that showcased a perfect set of perky breasts. She seemed to enjoy my gaze as it slid down her slim body to her knee length skirt. She said something softly then, but it was lost in the rumblings of the train.
Taking a chance, I moved across the aisle to the adjacent seat, and asked her to repeat herself.
"I said, are you and your ‘friend' very close?" she reiterated.
"Not especially," I replied, not missing a beat. "And you?"
She paused for a moment to pull an errant strand of dark hair away from her face. My heart beat in anticipation of her answer.
"We haven't actually met," she finally admitted. "We were introduced online, and we've been emailing for about a year now."
"Is that right?" I stated, smoothing an imaginary wrinkle on my pant leg. "So, you're not exclusive then?" My knuckles grazed her shapely leg through her skirt in the close confines.
"No, not all." Her lips turned up coyly as she brushed invisible lint from her arm. I felt a sensual shiver run through me, as the back of her fingers lightly touched my bare forearm. "Why do you ask?" she teased, her hand now tracing my arm down to my wrist, barely touching me, just enough to send a thrill down my spine.
Taking a deep breath, I placed my fingertips gently on her knee. "Well, you never know," I ventured, waiting for her reaction. When she spread her legs minutely, I finished the thought. "Anything can happen." I placed my hand more firmly on her leg, my fingers curling around to the inner side, and was rewarded by the sight of her eyes widening in surprise.
Not about to be outdone, she gripped my wrist and pulled me towards her.
"Go on, then," she said with raised eyebrows, "let's see what happens." It felt unreal, it was moving so fast, as were we, alone in the back of a speeding train.
I continued to move up her thigh, past the top of her hold-ups, and felt a dampness between her legs. I caressed her mound gently through her panties, eliciting a soft sigh from her full lips. When I moved them aside, and gently parted her with two fingers, she clenched her hand on my upper leg. She was positively oozing inside, so, naturally, I took that as an invitation to sink my fingers inside her wet hole. She sighed heavily again, and began rubbing my rapidly stiffening cock through my pants.
I turned in my seat and half rose, moving my head closer to greet her lips with mine. They parted as easily as her delicate flower, and I gently pushed my tongue between them, tasting sweet peppermint and faint musk. Her hands continued to fondle me, and I stood up fully, my bulging trousers inches away from her face.
She smiled wickedly, and began undoing my button. I quickly bent down and kissed her again before she could finish.
"Don't tease," she pouted. "I do love a nice hard cock in my mouth!"
"First things first, babe," I replied, cupping and squeezing her breasts firmly. I used my whole hand to knead them, pinching where I knew her sensitive nipples were through her sweater. She groaned and sank down in her seat a bit. I kissed my way down her neckline, before kneeling on the floor before her.
"Keep an eye out, will you?" I asked her, lifting her skirt up and shimmying her panties down her legs and shapely calves. She lifted her hips slightly to aid in the process, giving me a full view of a sultry shaven pussy, clean as freshly fallen snow.
All impediments thus removed, I used both hands to pull her legs apart a bit more. I usually like to tease a bit, but worried about being caught, I dove into her hot sex with reckless abandon. She was already dripping with excitement, and I lapped up her juices like it was a fine wine.
Her petite ass was small enough that I could slip one hand under her, and keep a firm grip on both cheeks. I used this leverage to pull her closer, digging myself into her folds. I licked deeply into her cunt, slowly drawing up and making a spear of my tongue to seek out her clitoris. When I found it, I rolled it in circles while plunging my thumb inside her wet hole. She gasped in pleasure, urging me on with a hand on the back of my head.
When she tapped me twice, though, I stopped and lifted my eyes inquisitively.
"Don't move." She hissed quietly. I heard approaching footsteps, and my heart started beating through my chest. I slunk down lower, but without relinquishing my grip on her slick wetness.
I heard a deep male voice. "Hello, miss. Enjoying the ride so far?" Shit. The lone conductor, trying to chat up the beautiful woman traveling by herself. Just my luck. Thankfully, he was still some distance away, and could only see Lisa from the head up.
In a flash of brilliance, she put her phone to her ear before responding. I love a quick thinker.
"Erm, yes, quite lovely," she replied, putting the mobile on her shoulder momentarily.
Feeling mischievous, I caressed her inner walls in a slow, wide circle. "Ergh, very comfortable really," she coughed, to cover up her reaction. "I'm on a business call..." she trailed off as I drew my thumb up, seeking her g-spot.
Her brow furrowed a touch, with the effort of holding back, which he must have mistook for irritation. He apologized quickly and retreated, thankfully.
"Naughty thing," she crooned, caressing my hair, as I returned to my ministrations. She still held her phone in one hand, and I heard her shutter click, as she snapped a picture of me, deeply engaged in my intimate study of her sweet cunt.
I looked up, surprised, and she laughed melodically.
"I just wanted something to remember you by," she grinned. "I'll delete it if you'd prefer." Having already pocketed her panties as a reminder myself, I could hardly complain. I smiled my assent, and returned to her tasty morsel. No sooner had I started, than she pulled me up gently by my hair.
"Do me favor, darling," she breathed in my ear. "I sorely need to be fucked before we get interrupted again. Would you mind?"
Would I mind? I could imagine no greater pleasure. She stood up and leaned forward, bending over the row of seats facing us, and poking her pert bottom at me invitingly.
"Fuck me good and hard, please. I've been teased all day, I need your hard cock, now!" she exclaimed. Her accent when she said "fuck" drove me wild. There is something so sexy about a proper British accent begging for cock, something I'm sure every American understands.
I was rock hard, and ready to go, as I stepped behind her. Without hesitation, I slipped inside of her dripping wet pussy. She was so tight, I struggled to push my girth past the opening of her slick hole. When I finally put my full eight inches in with a sigh of relief, she cried out softly. Her insides were as soft as liquid silk, as hot as the summer sun.
I had imagined that I would start slowly, and build my way up, but she was having none of that. She pushed back against the seats, ramming her ass against my thighs hard, again and again. Our flesh clapped so loudly in the empty train, I was afraid the other passengers, in the car ahead of us, could hear us.
When I reached a hand around to rub her clit, she went into overdrive, arching her back, and moaning dangerously loud.
"Mmmmmm, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she chanted. "Fuck my slutty pussy! Harder now, harder!" she implored. What an absolute dream. I had never encountered such wanton lust before, and I wasn't sure how long I could hold on.
Trying my best to comply with her wishes, I reached my free hand up to grab her dark hair, and pulled her back even harder, yanking her by the head to meet my thrusting cock. She cried out in excitement, panting heavily, announcing her orgasm with a mighty groan. I could feel her contracting around my shaft, and her knees buckled beneath her. Releasing her hair and clit, I grabbed her by the hips and pulled. Her hands flew off of the seat that she was holding onto, and we collapsed into the seat behind us, my dick slamming into her, deeper than before from her weight, her orgasm still coursing through her.
My hand immediately went to her perky tits, not having had enough of them yet to suit me. Her breath coming in heaving gasps, she rolled her hips slowly now, her cunt dripping her cum down my balls and thighs. As we slowly caught our breath, I rolled and bounced her perfectly shaped breasts, just having fun with it really, enjoying the aftermath.
All too soon, she stood up, however, and I reluctantly let her go as my drenched cock slipped out of her.
"You didn't cum yet? I'm impressed," she noted, eying my glistening shaft. "We can do something about that." With a twinkle in her pretty greenish golden eyes, she sank to her knees before me, an absolute erotic goddess, in her full glory.
She must have seen the hesitation in my eyes, because when she gripped my shaft with both hands, she gazed up at me inquiringly.
"Something wrong?" she asked, pumping my dick, and licking her lips. "Was there something else you wanted?" The last part was accompanied by a sultry wink, a promise that nothing was off the table, so to speak.
"Well..." I hedged, too shy to say it out loud. She laughed, and plunged down on my cock, using her hands to stuff her face full of my thickness. She came back up, inhaling loudly and laughed again.
"Let me guess," she began, taking a moment to lick and suck on my rigid head. "You want to fuck me in the ass." She said it matter-of-factly, as if she were offering me a cup of tea.
She put her hands on my thighs just then, and impaled her mouth on my shaft, taking me entirely down with only a soft squelching noise to announce the opening of her throat. She held it there for six blissful heartbeats, her nose against my stomach, before pulling away, gasping for air.
"I mean, if you're willing," I said excitedly, lost in the sensations she was feeding me.
She rubbed my spit slick cock against her soft cheek before replying.
"Only if you fuck me like you just did," she smiled evilly. "And I'll give you a nice surprise if you do." And just like that, she turned around and bent over in front of me, using her hand to smear juices from her oozing snatch, onto her puckered starfish, lathering it up beautifully.
Using one hand to guide me, she placed my tip on her sphincter, and rubbed it in small circles, slowly working the head in. When I was firmly inside her cavern, she reached back with two hands, and, gripping her cheeks tightly, gaped her hole open wide, allowing my girth to sink into her ever so slowly. She bent gradually at the knees, taking inch after inch inside her with agonizing patience. Her ass was so tight it felt like a flesh vise, her muscles rippling and contracting around me.
Despite wanting to be discreet, I let out a deep earthy sound from the pit of my stomach. It felt so good, I couldn't control myself. She rose up, and I watched my cock extend the ring of her asshole outwards, stretching to accommodate me. When she dipped down again, taking me most of the way inside of her, I thrust forward, meeting her stroke. We worked up a slow rhythm, going faster and faster, until I was all the way inside her. When I couldn't go any deeper, she sat on my lap again, putting her full weight on me as she ground her hips against mine.
My hands crept under her sweater and lifted her bra above her perky tits, seeking her stiffened nipples. We were both in ecstasy, moaning and panting, as I flicked her nipples, then pinched them firmly, rolling them between my fingers.
She bore down harder, chanting, "Fuck me," repeatedly as I felt that familiar tingling start in my toes. I reached around to her steaming pussy, wanting to bring her to one more climax before I finished. When I pushed my fingers deep inside her, I could feel my cock through the thin membrane. I took a moment to relish stroking myself, as I rooted her from behind, before turning my attention to her g-spot, and rubbing her clit with my thumb.
With her holes thusly stuffed, she cried out again, her chest heaving with the exertion. Her asshole and cunt convulsed wildly as she came again, soaking us both with a fresh wave of her feminine juices.
It was too much for any man to stand, and the pressure in my balls built up to a throbbing crescendo.
"Now!" I yelled, heedless of witnesses. "Fuck, I'm cumming now!" With this announcement, she leapt up, extracting me from her behind with a soft sucking noise. She immediately dropped to her knees, grasping my cock in both hands, and began furiously pumping my shaft into her open waiting mouth.
I exploded in a fiery river of hot, creamy cum, covering her nose and full lips with thick ropes. We both were moaning in pleasure and relief as she placed those beautiful lips, just made for sucking dick, around my head, and took my second spurt inside her mouth, coating her tongue and inner cheeks. She pulled back, then, letting the remainder of my load shoot over her outstretched tongue, to mingle with the cum and saliva I'd already deposited. Not giving me a moments respite, she engulfed my full shaft again, down to her throat, and then beyond, sucking the soul right out of me. My cum dribbled down her cheeks, and she looked up at me, her eyes shining brightly.
"Surprised?" she inquired, still stroking my shaft, glistening with our mingled juices.
I let out a long, satisfied sigh, having difficulty putting words together in the moment. She dutifully licked me clean, eagerly lapping up my cum and swallowing it all. A single pearly drop appeared on my tip, slowly and sensually, she licked it off with the flat of her tongue while gazing into my eyes.
She stood up then, rearranging her clothes, and excused herself to the bathroom. I watched her lovely hips sway, as she walked down the aisle, her face still a sticky mess, covered in my semen.
When she returned, we passed the rest of the trip in casual conversation, but exchanged contact information. Because you never know, with two trains passing in the night what could happen...
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