Strangers On A Train - Revisited - Sex Stories

Strangers On A Train - Revisited

... back against the seat, eyes shut, hips rolling slightly. “Of course not,” I answered as I slipped a second finger inside. “And I don’t want you to think I do this to every good looking woman I sit next to, either,” I replied, punctuating the phrase with a twitching of my fingers as the lay buried deep inside her. “God, that feels good,” she moaned. “Shhh!” I said, leaning close, my lips brushing her ear. “You don’t want the whole train to hear you cumming, now do you?” Turning her head, she said, “I don’t care.” Then she kissed me. No sensual brushing of the lips. Her tongue rammed into my teeth, before filling my mouth. I curled my fingers inside her, making her moan. Chewing on her lip before breaking the kiss. “Care to take a short side trip before returning home?” I whispered. “I thought you’d never ask,” she replied. From the far end of the car, the conductor called out. “Sleepy Hollow! This station stop is Sleepy Hollow!” The car began to slow down as I extricated my wet hand from under her skirt. She looked at me as she pulled the hand to her mouth, sucking the warm musk from my finger. I offered her the other one, which she eagerly accepted after asking, “Aren’t you going to taste?” “You’d better believe it,” I answered as I stood up to leave. “I’m getting off here,” I added with a sly smile, “Do you want to get off, too?” “I thought you’d never ask!” she replied, licking the last evidence off my finger, after standing up. Stepping off the train, we watched as it ...

... receded into the distance. “Oh! I think I left my book on the train!” As we made the two minute walk from the station to my place, I told her that I’d make it up to her, re-enacting any scene she could remember. After I let her in the door, she turned to me, pulled my face to hers and kissed me passionately, her tongue exploring every corner of my mouth. “That’s the first thing I remember!” she panted, grinding her pelvis against mine. Dropping to my knees, I lifted her skirt, exposing her ginger colored bush to my lustful gaze. “And was this the second?” I asked just before pressing my face into the wiry mass. “Almost,” she said as she held the back of my head as she pushed her hips forward. “You’ve almost got it!” Extending my tongue, I feathered the fleshy hood, teasing her clit, as I breathed in her heady scent. “Yes! Yes! There! Right there!” she moaned, wiping her wetness on my cheeks and chin. I abruptly stopped and stood up. “What? Why did you stop?” she said in a panic. Sweeping her into my arms, I answered, “So I could do this.” I walked her to my bedroom, laid her on top of the covers, re-flipped her skirt, and dove back in. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?" I said as I spread her thighs, teasing her lips with the tip of my tongue. As I feasted on her, I managed to take off my shirt and pants feasting my eyes on her damp womanhood. “Oh fuck, yes!” Grabbing two fistfuls of hair, she pulled me into the soft, wet folds of her obviously ready and eager cunt. My nose ...