On A Train - Sex Stories

On A Train

... smaller stations it’s not stopping at. The woman switches the dildo off, bringing it out of her pussy. She’s staring at my cock as she brings the dildo up to her mouth. All that shyness has evaporated as she slides the dildo between her lips. Two fingers slide into the cavity the dildo has vacated. It’s truly breathtaking the way the woman has become transformed in such a short space of time. I smile at her; she smiles back. She sucks on the dildo, frigging herself as her eyes once again lock onto my erection. I point it at her, and her eyes dart to one side, to her husband. Is she asking permission, or does she just want to see how he’s reacting to this? Not that it matters. She’s not going to stop now, and he’s not going to stop her. That much is obvious. Her eyes close once again as fingers emerge from her pussy; creamy fingers, rubbing her clit. The familiar tones ring out from the tannoy. The next station is approaching. The train slows. There are lights beyond the immediate reflection in the window. This time the woman appears not to care. Her eyes remain closed as she moves the dildo from mouth to pussy. It’s back deep inside her as she continues rubbing her clit with her other hand. Her mouth is open. She’s gasping. Her eyes open, asking questions of me. I nod. Why not? As the train rumbles into the station, the woman’s body spasms and shakes. I sense that she only just manages to control her orgasmic cries, her climax audible as a series of exquisite moans. ...

... Everything about her tenses, and I enjoy the outline of hard nipples beneath her sweater. The dildo slides out, the woman looking just a little embarrassed now, cheeks reddening as she pulls the coat across, covering her naughty bits. People further down the carriage are moving as the train comes to a halt. The doors slide open. People exit, but only one person boards the train, coming nowhere near us. The doors close. Slowly the train starts moving again. The woman looks at her husband. I can’t see him, but her eyes tell me everything. Even if I wasn’t calling the shots, it wouldn’t be over. She doesn’t want it to be over. I’m still sitting there, holding my cock, pointing it at her. She looks at it, at me. The train picks up speed, charging into open landscape that cannot be seen in the dark. I rise, step forward. The woman looks up at me with smiling eyes. Her hand reaches out to grab my cock. She works my cock slowly, looking at me, asking questions with her eyes. Asking me what I want. I reach out to pull the coat off her, to reveal her nakedness. I lay a hand on her thigh, stroking the black nylon as she strokes my cock. My other hand squeezes her breasts, just feeling, thinking that they look so superb beneath the sweater it would be a shame to lift it. My other hand leaves the nylon, tracing a path along naked thigh, moving upwards. The woman’s eyes are still asking silent questions of me as one of my fingers slides inside her tight, post-orgasmic vagina. Her body responds ...