Usually there's more story when I write something but this just sort of jumps right into the lust, enjoy!
"What're those?" I ask you as you drop a couple tablets into your hand.
"Sleeping pills," you say, "I just want to be asleep for the ride, and then wake up when it ends. This will give me 8 solid hours."
I nod and watch you take the pills. We're on a an early morning train in Rome, about to head to Paris. It's usually a straight 12 hours but we got cheaper tickets by taking a longer trip. First we have this 8 hour train ride. Then we stop at a station and get off at a small town where the train company has provided us with a hotel to stay in for the day. The town is supposed to be nice anyway. Then take the night train to Paris, which is another 6 hour ride.
I double check the seat next to me to make sure my backpack is still there. Can't be doing study abroad without my stuff after all. This was a good weekend. The two of us, along with a bunch of others, came down to Rome , but we are the only two who opted for this longer, cheaper way up to Paris since we have a whole week off before the program starts up again back in Rome. The second train is also apparently supposed to be really luxurious.
This train, though, is more normal. Two seats next to each other facing two other seats next to each other, and a table in between. You sat on wide side, by the window, and I sat on the other side, by the aisle, both of us putting our backpacks on the seats next to us.
I look back at you and you're already asleep, dozed off against the window. As we ride there are sections of the track that are a little bumpy, but you still don't wake up. At one point you try to get more comfortable. You use your jacket and press it against the window as a pillow, and pick your legs up onto the seat next you you, inadvertently kicking your backpack into the aisle.
I look at you like that for a moment. Your hands are together and under your head, making your arms squeeze your chest together, pushing your cleavage up in your shirt, rising and falling with your breathing. You really are a sight, but we've been friends for a few years now. I'm not going to jeopardize that.
I use my foot to slide your backpack under our table. Since you're asleep, though, I may as well look. Not hurting anyone. Especially since it's such and empty train. Every set of four seats next to us, to the side, up and down, and diagonally, are all empty. Only one middle-aged woman is off at the end of the train car, while we're in the center.
You're absolutely adorable when you sleep, so at peace. And yet your body screams sexy. I get a little sad you're asleep. You're one of the easiest people to talk to that I know. Nothing's really uncomfortable not even silence, and we're really open with each other. But like I said, we're just good friends.
I sit back and try to close my eyes a little, but the occasional bump wakes me up. But I just wait around, passing time various ways (books, music, movie) until 6 and half hours pass). At one point a bump moves your legs off the seat. Without waking up you pull them back up and even closer to your chest.
This makes your skirt ride up.
I try not to look. It's bad to look, right? I mean I can see your thighs up to right before your underwear starts I imagine. I shake my head, trying not to look.
A few minutes later your bag slides out from under the table and slides down the aisle a little. I get up to get it and crouch under our table to push it to the edge. And then I make the mistake of looking up.
Being under the table I look up to see right under your skirt. From the view I have I can see it all. Your ass (with underwear on of course), your legs, your body, even most of your face. My eyes raise on you from bottom to top, resisting. I resist, resist, resist, moving up you. But then, when I'm looking at your beautiful face, I guess you're having a dream, because you smile slightly.
That beautiful smile. Suddenly, I can't resist.
I sit under the table and reach up. My body is tense, ready to dart away with an excuse if need arises. I touch the underside of your thigh first, softly, with my fingertips, watching your face, but your eyes stay closed.
I continue, just stroking your immaculate skin, up and down your thigh, getting hard just from touching you.
Then I get a little more bold. I move my face forward and kiss where I've been stroking. Still nothing from you, just a peaceful face of rest.
I continue kissing and trailing my tongue softly on your flesh, but it's time to up the ante.
I start to softly trace the outline of your sex through your panties.
"Mmph," I hear. I look up at you, nervous, but you've simply made the noise in your throat, your brow furrowing a bit. If I didn't know what was actually happening to you, I'd say you were distressed.
I now take two fingers and press them against your pussy with very little pressure, and rub. At first contact you exhale, but don't wake up. You just start breathing much more deliberately. I vary the pressure and pattern that I rub until I'm eliciting the most positive reaction from your face, that smile. A wide mouthed smile as you keep breathing hard, just a step behind a real moan. I keep rubbing you, watching your face. Then we hit a very big bump.
I think your body almost comes off the seat, and my head hits the bottom of the table. I retract my hand thinking you've surely woken up. I'm amazed to see that you haven't. Whatever's in those pills is doing its job. I decide you're definitely not going to wake up so it's time to stop being conservative.
I get out from under the table and move you around. I seat you up normally in your seat as best I can and spread your legs open, flipping your skirt up. The woman in the back of the car looks at me, but can't see what I'm doing as your seat's back is facing what she can see. In order to ward off suspicion, I pretend to have a conversation with you.
Just before I go back under the table I make sure your body is comfy. Then I lean in and kiss your cheek a few times. I want to kiss your lips but I decide not too. If I ever kiss your lips, I'd want you to be awake. I'd want us to share that.
I crawl back under the table now and remove your underwear. I don't want to put it on the floor so I reach over and put it up on our table. Then I spread your legs and see your gorgeous pussy for the first time. Is it weird to call that gorgeous? I'm sorry but, judging by the reaction in my jeans, it is gorgeous.
I start by kissing, nibbling, and licking your inner left thigh gently, making my way in towards your sex. Once I get there, though, I repeat the process with your right thigh. I look up and watch you this whole time, your sounds and smile keeping me going.
Finally, I start.
I give your pussy lips a small kiss, like a substitute for your actual ones. It's nice and soft. Then I give it another. And another. And then my tongue joins the party and it's like I'm lightly making out with your nether lips.
For a while, I play with your pussy for me, even though you seem to be enjoying it too. I lick and suck and stick my tongue inside, just taking your deliciousness in. But soon I focus my efforts, testing about to see what you like best. When I find it, I run with it.
Your breathing subsides to real moans, your eyes staying shut. It's like you're having the best dream I've ever watched someone have, your head moving slowly back and forth in rhythm with my oral loving.
Then something I don't see expect to happen, happens. You finish. Your moans crescendo and your legs shake around me totally involuntarily as you start to come all over my face. I don't stop until I can tell you are done, keeping my mouth going even with your thighs clamping down on my ears and my breathing all but cut off.
Once you finally come down from your high I slow down and eventually detach my mouth from you, gasping for air.
I get out from under the table and stand up to stretch. You lay your head down on the table, your arms crossed as a cushion. I look over to the woman and she seems to not have noticed on account of being asleep.
I look at you again and realize just how hard I am. I unzip my jeans and let my member come out, sighing at the freedom. I lift you up from the table, back to as seated position. Your mouth looks pretty inviting for my cock, but for some reason I think that's crossing a line. I know after what I did that sounds strange, but at this point a blowjob while you're in this state sounds kind of…selfish. When I start to pick you up from the seat and lay you out on the table there's a big bump and I realize I made the right call. One of those bumps could have been a disaster mid-blowjob.
I look at you laid out on the table, your head by the window and your legs hanging off the edge of it into the aisle, and realize how much I want to see your breasts, but I figure it would be too difficult to get your bra off and back on if the woman down the car woke up, so I let that go. My cock is ready to go anyway, I'm dying for you.
I bunch your skirt up at the waist and position cock at your entrance. I pick up your legs and put them over my shoulders so my hands are free. I spread your pussy lips wide to make sure I don't hurt you. I'm not trying to brag about size or anything, initial entrance can just be awkward sometimes.
I slowly push inside and your pussy is tight and wet and amazing, but still very inviting to my entrance. I push ever so slowly to about 3/4 the length of me, and then start to pull out almost all the way, only to push back in a little more. I repeat this process, managing to stay hard by looking at your face make sexy reactions and listening to your seductive sounds. Part of me wishes you were awake, but another doesn't. This is sort of perfect, it doesn't put our friendship at risk. Maybe one day though.
I continue to move in and out of you, picking up the pace slightly to your positive reaction.
"Goodspeed?" I ask without thinking, then shake my head at my stupidity.
I hold your waist and let my hands travel up and down your body. Even with your shirt still on feeling your breasts through them is a dream come true.
Earlier than I was expecting, I feel a tightening and have to stop. Your legs quiver on my shoulders and I wrap my arms around them to keep them up, your pussy tightening and immobilizing my cock for a few seconds as you come again.
I'm not done though, and I'm determined to get you to a third.
I start to pump you again, at about a medium pace. I raise it up to high, but you seem to react negatively to it, so I slow back down to medium. All of a sudden, though, the intercom turns on and we start slowing down. A French voice tells us we're going to need to stop at a station just for one minute to change conductors.
I don't know what comes over me. I feel like I may have had time to position you off the table, but I don't. I keep going. Your moans only grow as the station shows up in the window by your head. It's a small station, but a group of couples stand there, all around their late 20s. It doesn't take them long to notice me, but I don't stop.
They all start to look. At first they look at me, but only for a second. They all start to look at you. I mean, who wouldn't? You're absolutely stunning. I'm just realizing to the full extent now. Man, woman, it doesn't matter, everyone can see it. Especially when you come which, as we leave the station, is exactly what you start to do one more time.
The trains horn sounds and masks the volume of your orgasm, your whole body twitching, your face getting red and shining a bit with a layer of sweat as the orgasm rips up every limb of your body.
As you come down I feel like I'm about to burst, and I can't remember if you take birth control or not. I figure you do though, and keep going. But, at the last second, I remember I was wrong, You don't. I panic and act quickly, pulling your shirt up and grabbing your panties from the table. I put your panties on your bare stomach and pull out of you, just as I start to come, landing most of it onto your stomach and panties.
I stand there panting for a moment before doing damage control. I take your panties across the train and throw them under a seat. I position you back into your original sleeping position, and I sit down. Luckily, the woman at the end of the train slept through it all. Or at least pretended to. I kiss your cheek and then get back in my seat. I even put your bag back next to you to make it looking like nothing's changed.
About thirty minutes later you wake up.
Your face initially looks concerned. You sit up straight and seem to not be able to get comfortable.
"You okay there?" I ask.
"Yeah I just…" You wonder out loud, "I'm just trying to remember if I was wearing underwear today."
I laugh, "Okay weirdo, too much information."
"I'm serious!" You say, "I could've sworn I was, I never go commando…usually."
I nod, "Okay, well, you okay besides that?"
"I guess," you continue, looking down at the table like you're trying to remember something, "I just feel like I just…"
"Just what?"
You shake your head, "Nothing."
I stand up and come over to your side, switching seats with your backpack, and give you a hug.
"Not sure what's going on with you," I say, "but looks like you need a hug."
You hug back and laugh and let go, "No it's not a big deal sorry. I just had some, um, weird dreams. And I feel weird." We pull up to our stop and stand to leave.
"Good weird or bad weird?" I ask.
You don't answer for a little while, then say, "Good."
May add some later, but for now this is all I have, thanks for reading :)
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/3filue/asleep_on_the_train_mfsleepplayquickie