Strangers on a train - Sex Stories

Strangers on a train

... stumbled for balance, but being so well packed in it wasn't much of a problem. What was a problem, for me at least, was that I had her delightfully fit body pressed hard against mine. She turned her wide brown eyes up at me and smiled sweetly. "Sorry," I stammered. "That's ok," she smiled. "It is a little cosy in here isn't it?" I smiled back. I was trying to control my breathing after the frantic run along the platform, but with it being so crammed and quite a warm day I was taking a while to catch my breath. Not such a problem you're thinking? The trouble was every time I breathed deeply my chest would push out and brush against her proudly prominent and very nice looking breasts. We tried not looking at each other in a very British way of behaving, but there really wasn't much choice. I blushed a little and saw my colouring reflected in her own cheeks. The train rocked gently back and forth as it wound it's way out of the station. I can only assume it was the motion of her breasts rubbing repeatedly across my heaving chest, but I could feel her nipples as they stiffened. I dared a glance down and there was no mistaking the proud buds as they stood out. It was only then that I noticed that her own breathing was getting a little deeper, and she hadn't had to run for the train. Was she getting turned on? I'm ashamed to say that the very thought of this attractive woman getting turned on by being pressed up tight to me had exactly the same effect on me. I could feel my cock ...

... start to swell, and it started to press hard against the front of my suit trousers. It was then that a particularly violent lurch of the train sent us falling into each other a little more than usual and I'm sure I heard a soft gasp escape her as my full hard on pressed against her. I didn't know whether to be mortally embarrassed or hugely excited, when suddenly I felt a hand take a firm grip of my trouser clad cock and give it a hard squeeze. This of course didn't help matters. I looked into the eyes of my cosy companion and saw the half smile and glint in her eye as she once again squeezed me. I swallowed hard, trying not to let on to my fellow passengers what was happening as she started to stroke me slowly through the thin summer suit material, her breasts now crushed tight to my chest, her nipples all but boring a hole in my shirt. I let my right hand edge across and placed it on her hip, just below the waistline of the short tartan skirt. She moved a little pressing her hip against my hand, which I took to be a positive sign before I slowly edged that hand around to the front and eased it down slowly. I felt her legs part a little, allowing my firm hand to run across the front of her skirt. Once more I thought I caught the faintest hint of a gasp as I slowly gathered up the tartan material. All the while her slender hand worked my straining shaft. Before long I'd managed to ease up the front of her skirt and I felt the soft silky, and I'm very pleased to say, wetness of ...