Missed Train II

Transcript

It had been a week since my encounter with the beautiful stranger at the train station, although I certainly hadn't forgot about you. Quite the contrary, actually. Each morning I made a point of cleaning up nice, heading down to the station with plenty of time to catch the 815.

I would look around for you, particularly in our secret corner that was slightly out of view from the general public. Today was no different. I arrived just after 8, clean-shaven and smelling of something expensive that I'd modestly doused on after showering this morning.

Luckily it wasn't raining, as I was still without my favourite trench coat, which I'd let you borrow after our last encounter, on account of you being nearly completely naked beneath it. I was confident we'd meet again, though. We had to.

So much so that today I decided to skip the 815 and just let it pass. I was now waiting for the next train, standing there in my tweed suit, waiting eagerly to hear you clomping down those stairs and back into my life. What we shared a week ago was still so vivid in my mind, in my body.

I had relived the encounter over and over again in my head, each time turning me on more than the last. You were incredible, and had left a lasting impression. The next train arrived, and I took one last long look around the platform before boarding the last car and walking to the left towards the back of the train, where I could get a good view of the other passengers.

Just as the doors made that sound like they were about to close, an arm reached in and caught my attention, delaying our departure. A woman in a blue dress with a brown leather jacket barged in, gasping for breath after no doubt running to catch the train. She squeezed in, still looking away from me and trying to find a place to sit in the half-full carriage, then, turning and peering towards the back of the train, it was you.

Your eyes meet like magnets. Your mouth curls up towards a smile before you bite your lower lip to contain yourself. Strolling towards me now, confident and beautiful, yet mysterious and intriguing as ever.

Your eyes hold my gaze as you slide into the empty seat beside me against the window. From there, you survey me up and down, taking in every inch, every smell, every feeling. I do the same.

You look stunning, more mature and put-together than our first rainy encounter. Your loose-fitting blue dress goes down to the knees, showing off your long, smooth legs and trendy leather ankle boots. Scanning upwards, I now realize your thin dress is cut pretty low in the front, exposing the top of your ample cleavage.

Just then, you bend down to place your large purse on the floor, and I can see straight down your dress, revealing that you're not wearing a bra, and your tits are even better than I remembered. I can see your nipples and all. When you catch me staring, you smirk and stroke my thigh with your left hand as you lean back in your seat, sliding your fingers all the way up until you feel my growing bulge now, blood flowing quickly into my cock as you squeeze the tip and cup my balls.

You gaze directly into my green eyes as you continue stroking and grasping firmly onto my whole package. I let out a restrained moan as I can barely contain myself, already hard as a rock and completely turned on by your touch, your presence. You open your legs now, just a little, and I notice you looking down at yourself, inviting my touch.

I take the hint, and slowly place my right hand onto the skin of your knee, and then begin moving along your bare thigh, sliding up further. I realize, with a gush of adrenaline, that you're not wearing any underwear. My hand reaches your smooth, warm pussy, and I begin petting it lightly, teasing your clit by moving my fingers all around it, and up and down your moist slit.

Mmmmm. Oh, you're so wet already. I can't help but slide my two fingers inside you as you moan with approval, and thrust your hips and mound upward into my hand.

I hold you there firmly now as my fingers continue penetrating while my thumb begins to rub your clit. The whole area is perfectly lubricated now, your juices keep flowing, and I can tell you are just as turned on as I am. Your breathing quickens, and your whimpers and screams become almost too loud as we barrel forward on the thankfully noisy train.

Harder and faster I move my hand now, like an artist consumed by his work, his masterpiece coming to life. In and out, up and down, with my fingers deep inside you as my thumb continues making little circles on and all around your sweet spot. The train vibrates just enough to add to your excitement and pleasure, which is clearly mounting.

All along you've held a firm grip on my cock through my pants, which can barely contain my erection. Luckily, nobody is sitting within two rows of us, and everyone seems too consumed in their cell phone screens or the morning paper to pay any attention to us. Everyone except this one girl I notice, the lady in red, young and attractive, seated only about twenty-five feet in front of us and to the left, but gazing straight at me.

She doesn't look away when I notice her, instead pouting her lips towards me and discreetly touching her own breast through her red sweater. She's watching us, like a spectator, and it only turns me on further. I don't think she can quite see what's going on below the waist as there's a seat in the way, but she knows.

Then you quietly unzip my fly as I look over to you as if to say, here, really? My eyes wide as you continue, undeterred. I realize now that you've also noticed the lady in red watching us.

You're looking right at each other as you withdraw my thick cock from my pants and begin stroking it now more easily. I still can't believe this is happening here as my breathing intensifies. Your hand feels amazing as you edge me closer to climax.

You lick your fingers now, while gazing at the lady in red before beginning to jerk off my long dick with both hands, my fingers still rubbing your pussy with as much concentration as I can muster, given the situation all around us, while trying not to come right here, right now and make a mess of ourselves, I reach over with my other hand and grab your breast now. Yes, you say, yes, take it out, show her. I instantly know who you mean, as I do as requested and reach inside your blue dress and pull out one of your perfect tits, moving my hand a little so the lady in red can get a good look from up ahead on the train.

This only turns you on further now, my hand can feel you coming and convulsing all over as I continue stroking your pussy, rubbing your clit now harder. You're loving it. You begin to climax.

I'm coming, you say. You moan, looking at me, and then looking at the lady in red who I can see is touching herself now too, and looking flushed. Oh, with your hand gripping my dick so tight, I lean over and lick your exposed nipple while you orgasm, right there beside me, as the 8.30 train heading downtown begins to slow.

You quickly compose yourself, putting your breast away, and taking a look out the window, you say, this is my stop, mister, and you bend down quickly and kiss the tip of my dick with your warm, wet, open mouth. Oh, I almost cum right there, but you step over me with your ass in my face before you hurry away without looking back, and leave me hanging with a raging bone. I smile to myself, and put it away as the train pulls out of the station.

Just then, I discover that you've forgotten your large, leather purse on the floor. I pick it up, and prepare to get off at the next station, which is my stop. Carrying it awkwardly in front of my still, firm cock, I walk up the aisle towards the doors.

The lady in red looks at me, innocently, as if nothing has happened. But she reaches out, and brushes her hand across mine as I pass, as if trying to touch you through me. I exit the train, and look back at her through the windows, holding my gaze as it speeds away.

What a morning, I think to myself.