Wet Train Ride

Wet Train Ride Wet Train Ride

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

A fantasy of lust, strangers on a train and the claiming of female exhibitionism.

Summary

A fantasy of lust, strangers on a train and the claiming of female exhibitionism.

Content

Submitted: August 23, 2013

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Content

Submitted: August 23, 2013

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The train is rocking and making me sleepy. I had forgotten how hard these commuter train benches are. Old and wooden. German seats, with little comfort. The sun is setting and my eyes are tired of racing to catch the scenery, one tree and church steeple at a time, so I close them for a while. I am somewhere between Paris and Munich.

 

I kick my sandals off and raise my legs. I tuck my heels close to my bum, with my knees pointing upward and my toes hanging off the edge of the bench. It feels good to stretch the front of my thighs this way. I’m wearing a short skirt and a thong. I’m alone in the car, so I feel it’s safe to do this. I rest my head back and dream of the man I just left behind.

It’s a horrible thing to admit that I miss his cock more than the rest of him, but it’s true. And he’s left me wet, with a little of him and a lot of my own juices. As my legs relax a little and my cunt opens slightly, I get a waft of our pleasure. It makes me remember how he slid first two then three then four fingers in me, so slow and gentle. It’s shocking to know I not only could accommodate so much of his hand, but I also relished the sensation of being so stretched open and filled. When his cock followed after his fist. I slowly clenched and closed around it, grateful for the relative softness and curve it offered by then. Grateful for having such control over my cunt and proud of it’s parlour tricks. What a marvelous instrument it is.

 

He had rocked inside of me, languidly but with a quiet and steady vigour. He stayed still when my eyes flew open and demanded he look at me as I came. He looked so vulnerable and masculine at the same time. And it made me cum harder to know he was seeing contradiction on my face; with my pleasure and my own vulnerability revealed all at once. It was the only time I really let him in.

I feel my thong getting wetter and realize it won’t be long before I’m dripping. I open my eyes. On the bench in front of me, is a man. I hadn’t heard him come in and now he’s gazing at me with a smile and half closed eyes. He’s not handsome but strangely compelling, as he is rough and sexual. He’s bull necked with a fighter’s face and a confidence comes from within. Though he’s well dressed in a nice suit, his muscles bulge through the fine fabric.

 

I stay perfectly still, unsure of what to do next. He doesn’t move or change his expression. I sense I don’t have to feel threatened by him. I am simply embarrassed, as any attempt to pull myself together at this point would almost be comical. Then, I find a strange freedom in this moment. I decide to play with him.

 

I open my legs a bit more and inch forward slightly, causing my thong to be pulled and bury itself in my cleft and I feel my outer lips push forward and engulf it. They slowly fold over the small strip of fabric and this gives me a thrill. I feel a new surge of wetness.

 

I see his eyes drop down and look at my exposed lips as he shifts in his seat. He adjusts his cock with his hand and looks back up at me and his smile disappears. I can almost hear more blood rushing to his dick. I drop my gaze to his crotch and his hands. They are huge. His fingers are long and thick and he has flat wide fingertips. I look back at him and jut my chin forward, a silent dare of some kind. He smiles again.

I hoist myself up a little and keeping my feet up and my legs bent, I hook my thong with my thumb and pull it aside. With the pressure of having sat this way for some time, both sets of lips and my clit are engorged. Everything is protruding a little. I drop my head back again, close my eyes and wrapping my arms under my legs just behind my ankles, I pull my cunt lips apart as wide as I can. I tilt my head up again and look to see his reaction. His mouth is hanging open and his hand is shaking as it unzips his pants. He seems to remember to use his other hand suddenly, to help himself, as if one side of his brain is not working in tandem with the other. I have a small moment of satisfaction, when I think of how visual men are and how powerful a cunt can be when used this way. Hitting my stride at 40, I now know what all the fuss is about with owning your sexuality. I smile.

 

He takes out a thick, meaty cock and with his first thrust into his fist, the foreskin rolls back to reveal a huge bulbous head. Its mushroom head is vicious shade of purple. It’s so obscene, it turns me on. He seems content to stay there and watch me from this short distance, with his eyes on my cunt and his hand pumping his cock. He is sweating now and breathing heavily. I put my feet on the floor and scoot forward a little. I reach between my legs and start rubbing my clit. I dip my fingers in, first one then two and wet my clit this way repeatedly. I stop rubbing now and then and spread myself, enjoying the feeling of being pried open and examined this way by this stranger. I feel like an object, a porno, as my face is not taken into account much by him.

 

My clit is so swollen and my juices are running off the bottom of me. His cock is slick now too and makes a sticky, wet sound with every stroke. His breathing is punctuated by a small grunting noise now and then. He leans forward and for a moment, my pleasure is suspended. I am terrified of what he may do next. He leans in close, his face inches away from my cunt and starts sniffing. We both freeze. He smells my cunt for a beat and then leans back again and pumps furiously on his dick. I start stroking again and begin to feel the tingle, that watery feeling in my legs and belly and I know I’m going to cum soon. Just as I throw my head back and start to cum, I hear his cum splat, splat, on the floor between us. The sound is so vulgar. I feel it splatter my feet, my ankles. I ride my wave for as long as I can and shudder to a stop finally. I start to laugh. This uncontrollable giggle bubbles up from within me and I start to laugh hard. I want to share this moment with my man here but when I lift my head up and open my eyes, I find him gone.


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