Blue Mountains Train Trip - Sex Stories

Blue Mountains Train Trip

I was catching the train from the Blue Mountains down into Sydney which is a good two hour trip, plenty of time to spend reading or working. On this particular day there weren't many passengers so I settled into my seat at the rear of one of the cabins, setup my iPad on the table and decided to catchup on some reading in Lush. I love the slow build up that erotica provides and I had quite an eclectic mix of genre in my reading queue to get through; not to mention the chance of a chat with one or more of my online mates which is always a buzz. The only down side of reading in public is not being able to strip off and release the pressure once it becomes too intense, but that's just part of the whole ying-yang experience. I noticed a young lady sit down diagonally opposite me. She had lovely dark copper coloured skin and jet black hair; she obviously had a Polynesian background. She was wearing a tight white blouse and a dark flowing skirt, the generous curves of her breasts and butt were hinted at in a subtle yet sexy way as her clothes clung to her figure. But it wasn't her body that drew me in, it was her eyes that grabbed me - dark, deep and full of mischief and confidence that only Island girls have. She seated herself facing in my direction and also pulled out an iPad and then immersed herself into the online world, so I decided to do the same. In Lush I'd been chatting with a young islander girl by the name of Vi; we'd exchanged some hot photos, but never faces, and I ...

... wondered if she looked like the young lady opposite me. I opened Lush and started reading some stories - exhibitionist, voyeur, teen, wife lovers, group, interracial - and became increasingly aroused. My cock was full and throbbing, I could feel it straining against my jeans and I wanted nothing more than to take it out and stroke it. I glanced up and noticed the woman was intently staring into her iPad but one of her hands was resting in her lap and I swear she was pushing her fingers between her thighs. I glanced up and we made brief eye contact and smiled at each other. Staring directly at me, she pushed her hips slightly forward against her hand and then returned to her reading with a smile on her face. There was no doubt in my mind her hand was pressing against her pussy mound and she knew I was watching her. I stood to walk down the aisle past her to the gents, my hard cock bulging in my jeans, my aroused state obvious if anyone looked close. Fortunately the carriage only contained about 10 passengers or so and everyone was engrossed in their own world. Except for the woman opposite. As I walked past she glanced at my crutch, raised one eyebrow and coyly smiled before returning her attention to the iPad. With difficulty I sorted myself out in the gents, then returned to my seat. I couldn't help but glance at the woman's iPad as I passed and was surprised to see she too was logged into Lush. I also noticed her skirt seemed to be bunched a little higher but couldn't really ...