On A Train - Sex Stories

On A Train

... husband doesn’t exist. She’s looking at me and I read her eyes. ‘What do you want?’ she seems to be asking. I have her, I know I have her. Right now she’d do anything I asked of her. But right now I want nothing more than this, to watch. I nod, indicating the spot between her thighs. Shame and arousal fill her eyes before she closes them. She brings her other hand into play, using the fingers to spread her pussy lips and hold them in place, giving me a delicious view of her juicy pussy. Now I can properly see how wet she is. Tentatively she lets a second finger join the first inside her moist tunnel. The fingers move but slowly, but there’s no doubting that raw lust is making it impossible for her to hold back. Her bosom heaves. I look at the tight sweater bringing out the shape of her breasts. To touch or not to touch, that is the question. But it’s no question really. All in good time. The train begins to slow. The woman opens her eyes, looking to the window, then to me; nervous eyes asking questions. There is a station coming up, but not yet. Normally the train doesn’t slow down here, so I merely nod at the woman’s wet pussy. She looks a little uncertain, but keeps moving her fingers, now glancing at her husband as if for confirmation. I can just about sense the man’s silent nod, urging his wife to carry on, just as I want. The train speeds up again. Enough to calm the woman. With big eyes and parted lips she stares at me, working her fingers slowly; holding herself open, ...

... exposing herself as she fingers herself. Her own speed increases a little. A little more eagerness lights up her eyes as her fingers move back and forth, back and forth. She looks ashamed and shameless as she masturbates openly in front of me, the stranger. She doesn’t look at her husband at all, only at me. Then she glances out of the window. Beyond the reflection of the carriage, there are other lights. We are entering a major town. The woman’s expression changes to anxiety. Her eyes dart questions at me. I nod at her pussy, indicating that I want her to continue. She bites her lip, glancing out of the window. Then the train slows again, and now a voice comes over the tannoy, announcing that we will be arriving at the station shortly and providing information about connecting trains. The woman looks at me with eyes clouded by anxiety and doubt. Outside there are more and brighter lights battling the reflection in the window. The woman stares and stares, and then her hands move away as she attempts to close her thighs. That decides things. I make my move, standing up and stepping forward. I stand between her legs, preventing her from closing them. I take her hand and move it back down to her pussy, making sure she understands that I want her to keep going. She looks very nervous, but moves her hand against her pussy lips. The question is no longer whether to touch or not to touch. As a new announcement comes over the tannoy and the train slows yet more, I reach out and grab ...