On A Train - Sex Stories

On A Train

... with a little shudder. I let a second finger join the first. She gives a little moan. I finger her tight pussy as she continues stroking my cock. Our eyes meet, hers still asking questions. What do I want? I’m not going to answer, because I love seeing the want in her eyes. We stare into each other’s eyes, my fingers surrounded by her tight moistness, her fingers clutching my stiff cock. Behind me the husband clears his throat, but his wife and I only have eyes for each other. Anyway, what he wants or doesn’t want is neither here nor there. We agreed beforehand; what will be will be. I dig my fingers as far into his wife as I can, squeezing her breast hard at the same time. Then it happens. The woman’s eyes lock onto mine, still asking what I want. When I still don’t give any indication the wife shifts a little, looking very embarrassed, a little ashamed. Her cheeks fill with blood as her lips move. “Do you want to fuck me?” My smile gives her all the assurance she needs. She moves her body, our hands leaving each other’s bodies for a moment. She turns, bending over, leaning forwards so that her face rests on the seat, her shapely arse in the air. I turn my head, seeing my own reflection in the window as I grip my cock and point it at the spot. The moment has arrived. I toy with the idea of toying with the woman, but then decide against it. I guide my cock to her pussy, where puffy pussy lips smile invitingly. My cock enters, sliding slowly all the way up the woman’s tight, ...

... moist vagina. I shove my hands inside her sweater to grab hold of her tits, feeling her swollen nipples through the bra. The woman breathes heavily, and I can sense her impatience; her desire to feel me thrust my cock inside her. So I do just that. Not long ago she was a complete stranger, looking shy and embarrassed. Now she is still a complete stranger, but also a wanton, lustful woman, giving little gasps as her pussy is stretched and pounded, allowing herself to be taken from behind as her husband looks on. Over the top of the seat I can see the passengers further down the carriage. There aren’t many, but any one of them looking up and seeing me might get a good idea of what’s going on. As it is they’re fixated on their gadgets, or just dozing. I turn my eyes back to the window, watching the reflection, regarding the delicious sight of my long, hard cock working in the woman, driving back and forth in her eager cunt. I squeeze her breasts hard and she moans out loud. Loud enough for her husband to hear, but not screamingly loud. I up the pace, thrusting hard inside her, feeling her wet walls cling to me. The woman breathes heavily, short sharp moans coming from her as her pussy also finds its voice. She is so wet that her pussy can’t keep quiet, the moisture bubbling loudly with every thrust; every thrust producing an excited moan from the woman’s throat. I squeeze her tits with all my might and she whimpers a little, but she also thrusts her arse back at me, as if urging ...