Train Ride

Train Ride

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

What to do when you run out of seats...

Summary

What to do when you run out of seats...

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Submitted: February 26, 2017

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Submitted: February 26, 2017

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It was easy pickings for a girl like her.  No one ever thought more of her than to just check out her body, their eyes lingering on her cleavage, never paying attention to the swiftness of her hands while their brains were relocating to their pants.  And she used it to her advantage.  Short skirts just skimming her ass cheeks got their attention quickly.  Then moving closer, she allowed them to become preoccupied with her boobs pushed up in her skimpy top.  All the while they acted cool, pretending they hadn’t even noticed her.

 

Rush hour on the train was worth the trip every single time.  Riding the trip a couple times a day reaped it rewards.  Filled to capacity and then some, the carriages were always filled with businessmen with nice thick wallets stuffed into their jackets.  So while jostled against each other and their eyes diverted to the only place seemingly available, her boobs, her hands slipped the leather holders out and into her own bag without ever being noticed.  

 

She’d already made a nice taking by the time she noticed the man sitting on the side.  An accountant for sure.  A suit that looked like his mother had bought him when tweed was still in during her era, and glasses that constantly slipped from his nose, forcing a habit of pushing them up again with a finger.  She couldn’t help but wonder if he was a virgin still.

 

One way to find out she smirked to herself, slowly pushing through the packed carriage.  None of the men stood to allow her to sit, too mesmerized with her skirt it seemed.  She knew this track well from taking the train every day and just around the bend would be her perfect moment.  She waited for the jolt and sure it enough the bump in the track sent everyone stumbling.  She went with it, falling a little and landing on the man’s lap.  “So sorry!” she offered with a smile, yet didn't move to stand up again.  “Hope you don’t mind…”  she said, the man stammering a little without any clarity to his words, then just shook his head in offerance.  

 

She bend over to reach into her bag, purposely so that he would get a glimpse of her ass as she did, pulling out a book, then wiggling a little on his lap as she settled in, opening a page, pretending to read. Her lips curled into a smirked grin, feeling his cock under her first twitch then move as it hardened.  The reaction she was seeking in confirmation.  She shifted again, grinding down a little on his crotch, knowing her pantiless folds were no doubt leaving a wet stain on his smart Accountant trousers, turning the page as she continued to pretend to read her book.  His muffled moan as he gasped sharply only encouraged her more.

 

I hope I’m not too heavy…” she said turning her head to him with a sweet smile.  “You’re very kind to offer a seat, but please feel free to make yourself more comfortable if need be…”  He turned bright red in his face with embarrassment, making her think he was indeed a little inexperienced with women.  A fact that made her throb a little more between her legs.  He shifted a bit under her, desperate now to rid himself of the erection that strained against the fabric of his trousers.  She reached for her earphones, plugging them into her ears and pushed play on her MP3 player, pretending not to notice how uncomfortable he was getting now that his hard on was aching for release.  She wondered how long it would take before he could take no more of that ache.  Up ahead was a tunnel, just a few seconds that the carriage would be plunged into darkness before exiting on the other side.  A few seconds that would test his will, that would determine which was more important.  Morals or opportunity.  Just as the tunnel loomed over them, she leaned forward again to pull a stick of gum from her bag on the floor, darkness engulfing them as she did. And in those few seconds where the world was black, she felt his hand move between them, unzip his trousers and pull out his hard cock, his fingers brushing against her wet slit before guiding her ass down on him, his thick erection penetrating her folds and pushing into her aroused pussy.

 

The light was blinding as the train exited the tunnel, but she said as if nothing had happened, popping the gum into her mouth, chewing on it and listening to her music.  Only now she was filled with a thick cock that pulsated inside her.  She could feel his breathing was ragged, knowing it must be hard to keep still when your instinct was to fuck as hard as you could for that release.  She obliged him a little, shifting, then turning her page, hearing him suck in his breath when she moved on his cock.

 

It was all about timing.  She glanced out the window and sure enough there was another tunnel up ahead.  The true test of how much he wanted this.  Her eyes met with a woman opposite her, a little frown on her brow when she noticed the visible anguish of the man behind her.  She smiled at her, making her quickly avert her gaze.  Then as the carriage once again descended into darkness, she got the answer she was seeking. His hand reached around her, grabbing her breast, holding onto her and thrusting his cock up into her with an audible grunt.  He fucked her hard, so hard she had to hold onto his legs, letting him pleasure the both of them for those few seconds before the sun ceased all motions again. It was her that was left breathless this time as she tried to act like all was normal.  For a man with no experience, his cock didn't disappoint.  In different circumstances she would have loved to have taken advantage of it in all possible positions.

 

She loved this route more and more now.  Bumpy tracks meant she got to bounce on his cock, perhaps a little more exagerated than it was, but it meant his cock thrust up into her as deep it could go, exploring parts of her that most men hadn’t.  Sharp bends meant she changed position, lifting her hips, then sinking back down, his soft moans reassuring her he was nearing his own personal station.  

 

It would’nt take long now she realised, and the tunnel ahead was perfect timing.  She waited for the darkness, then leaned back and rode him hard, her hips grinding down, rising up, faster and faster.  His hands held onto her, squeezing her breasts, his breath ragged and hot against her neck.  And then with a muffled grunt as he buried his mouth against her skin, she felt him harden, his body tense, his cock pulsing inside her, spraying her thick with his hot cum, unloading his release.  In a ceremonial song, the train’s brakes squealed, the carriage shuddering then exited the tunnel, sliding into the station.  


She leaned forward again, picking up her bag and allowing him to fall out from her throbbing pussy.  “Thanks for the seat..” she said smiling at him as she stood, forcing him to grab his briefcase to cover up his cum soaked cock.  Then she made her way towards the doors, his cum slowly dripping from her folds and lubricating her inner thighs as she walked.


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