On A Train - Sex Stories

On A Train

... is still covered by the silky black, but it is lovely and firm. Oh to get my hands on that! But I restrain myself, stroking myself gently as the woman slowly slides the dildo back inside herself. The dildo moves, briskly, swiftly. This is a moment I could use, to stand up, pull the dildo from the woman and replace it with my cock. Right now I could take full advantage; while she’s standing there, bent over, openly shoving the dildo into herself. “Conductor’s coming!” the husband says. He sounds panicked, as well he might. The woman spins round, resuming her seat, dragging her coat across herself to hide the naked bits. She just about manages to hide the dildo from view, just as I just about manage to stuff my cock back in my trousers, before the conductor’s there, eyeing us suspiciously. But we’re just three people on a train, and we’ve already shown him our tickets. He lumbers back down the aisle with the air of someone disappointed that he had no reason to pick a fight. The woman gives her husband a funny look, perhaps suspecting that he cut it a bit fine warning her. He did too, for whatever reason. This time, when she looks at me, there are no questions, just a big smile. The coat is replaced on the seat next to her. The knickers have fallen back into place, and this time the woman clearly doesn’t want the hassle. She lifts her buttocks and pulls her knickers down and off, stuffing them in her bag. Her legs part, and she slowly slides the dildo down between her pussy ...

... lips. Whatever anxiety may be there, it’s overtaken by other feelings. She twists the base of the dildo. There’s a gentle hum, harmonizing with the sound of the train. Her head tilts back, her eyes close, her lips part. She moves the dildo, rubbing, vibrating her clit. I bring my cock back out, wanking slowly as I look at her. She continues to tease herself, vibrating herself. Soft sighs emerge, developing into fuller moans. When the woman finally opens her eyes, they look glazed over. She’s now fully in that world where only the rules of lust apply. Her other hand comes up and she begins squeezing her breasts through the tight sweater. The sight is breathtaking. She looks at me; she looks at my cock. Her eyes are asking questions again. I nod at her pussy, urging her on as I wank my cock slowly. The woman angles the dildo, sliding it inside herself, her other hand coming down to rub her clit. She breathes heavily; each breath now a soft moan which can be heard above the sound of the train. She stares at my cock as she fucks herself, but her eyes are far away too, as if she’s seeing but not seeing. She slides forward, her hands working faster. The dildo is deep inside her as she breathes heavily, her body moving, controlled by lust. Surely she is close to cumming. Do I want her to cum? It doesn’t really matter. If she cums she cums. I continue my own slow masturbation, watching the amazing sight, hearing the woman’s excited moans. The train dashes through yet another of the ...