Missed Train I

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It began like any other day. Living in the Pacific Northwest, we come to expect wet, cold weather this time of year. So before leaving the house, I had put on my long black trench coat to protect my expensive grey business suit from the pouring rain that was falling this morning.

Rushing down to the train station, I arrived just in time to see my usual 8.15 train screeching out of the station and down the tracks. I missed it. Again.

Damn it. Everyone else seems to have caught it as I look around to see the station is empty, deserted and quiet. Just then, you come running down the steps and I see your pretty face change from hopeful to utter disappointment when you realize that you as well will have to wait outside for the next train.

Our eyes meet. I hold your gaze from across the station for what seems like a lifetime. Perhaps it's just seconds, but what passes between us is undeniable, chemical, so human and yet so animalistic at the same time.

Your dripping, wet hair clings to the side of your face as you begin descending the final steps onto the platform. It seems you have forgotten a rain jacket as I now notice your button-up white blouse is completely see-through from the rain, showing a light-coloured bra beneath and I can make out the dark outline of your firm nipples poking out atop your ample, curvy breasts bouncing beautifully towards me. We exchange a look as if we've seen each other before, as if we've ridden this same train nearly every day for the past two years without properly noticing one another.

How foolish of us, we both think. Without exchanging a word, I offer you my trench coat, taking it off and holding it out to you. Without breaking eye contact and before you accept it, you begin unbuttoning your soaking wet shirt, untucking it from your knee-length plaid skirt and wringing it out to dry a bit before shoving it into your large leather purse.

Standing there in your skimpy little see-through bra now, I can see your tits are incredible, your body is beautiful yet shivering from the cold. You bite your lower lip and look up at me as you take the black trench coat and slip it on over your naked shoulders without putting your arms into the sleeves. You take my hand which is much warmer and larger than yours and lead me a few steps down the deserted platform into a quiet, hidden corner, sheltered from the rain.

And then you kiss me, fiercely, as if our lives depended on it. I kiss you back, warming your chilled lips with mine. Reaching inside the trench coat to feel your body, your damp skin has goosebumps so I rub your back and hips to warm you.

As I reach cautiously for your breasts, you urge me further, moaning a little, then reaching down to lower your bra until the nipples are exposed on your mountainous tits. You spin it around, unclasp it, and stuff the bra into your purse beside the wet blouse. I feel my cock stiffen with excitement, large and hard as a rock now.

It's obviously poking up from my light-colored dress pants and I notice you staring at it. You have a quick look around the station, take a cute bite once more of your lower lip, and then you reach down and expertly unfasten my belt and open my fly before I have the chance to protest. Not that I would have.

I'm so fucking turned on. This is like a fantasy so good that I'm not sure if you're even real. But as you pull out my long, thick cock and put it straight into your warm, awaiting mouth I know for sure.

This is real. And probably the best morning of my life. You notice me breathing more deeply after a minute.

You look up at me with those mysterious eyes, my dick throbbing deep in your throat. I force myself not to come too fast. Right then.

Right there. You sense my thoughts and withdraw me before I explode. You kiss my tip.

Then you stand up and begin to lift your green plaid skirt up until it's around your waist, exposing your tiny pink panties, which I can see are soaked right through, but not from the rain that's still falling all around us. With one hand you slowly pull them down while you place the other on my shoulder and push me down towards the ground. You have the nicest pussy I think I've ever seen or smelled or tasted.

I begin licking all around your clit. You grab the back of my head and push me into your sex as I push my tongue in and out of your soaking wet pussy. You begin moaning loudly, uncontrollably.

Take my tongue and press it against your clit as hard as I can, rotating in circles, moving lower. Yeah. Oh, I'm thrusting my tongue inside you.

Oh, you taste so good. Oh yeah. Just then we both hear somebody coming, whistling and walking our way.

I stand up and pretend to hug you awkwardly, placing my arms and exposed cock inside your trench coat with your naked body. It's a security guard who makes eye contact with you before continuing on his rounds, seemingly oblivious. You look at me and giggle, now turned on more than ever.

You reach down and stroke my dick a few times before inserting it firmly into your perfect, smooth, tight pussy. A wave of euphoria sweeps over me as I begin to thrust deeply into you, pushing you against the damp brick wall for leverage. We kiss again and you can taste your sex on my lips now.

Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah.

I'm starting to fuck you really hard now. Yeah, I'm fucking you nice. You feel my cock right inside you, deep.

Oh, my whole dick is in you. Oh, inside your pussy. Yeah, scream.

We moan and move in unison as I lift you off the ground with each deep thrust up with my huge cock. You lean over to my ear and quietly whisper the first words spoken by either of us. Don't hold back.

Oh, I won't. I say as I now unleash upon you. Oh, yes.

Oh, yes. I'm pushing you harder now. Oh, yes.

Oh, fuck. Oh, you feel so good. Oh, pushing you up against the wall.

Oh, deep. Oh, I want you to come for me. Yes, yes.

Come inside me, you say, beginning to scream quietly. Oh, I'm coming. I'm coming.

Come for me. Oh, yeah. We come together and shudder in ecstasy.

We then begin to hear voices and footsteps coming down the stairs of the station. People, as if on cue or waiting for us to finish, begin filling the station. You reach down between your legs and withdraw me, dripping still onto your hand.

You lick your fingers and smile, biting that lip again coyly, before pulling down your skirt, fastening the buttons on my trench coat around your naked body. I put my cock away, proudly, and can faintly hear the next train coming towards the station. You begin walking towards it before saying, thanks for the jacket and that you'll give it back another time.

Lucky I missed the 815, I think to myself as I board a different car than the beautiful, mysterious stranger.