Who tells it better, men or women?

Hey there, so a myself and a friend have been swapping short stories and debating who tells it better. Would love to hear what you guys think?

Story 1

It was a hot summers day, Fiona was doing her normal routine and getting the train to work, but this morning was different.

She was a little later getting the train, and by the time it arrived it had minimal carriages resulting in the dart being jam packed. The doors opened and people nearly fell out it was that full. She slowly pushed her way in to the middle holding onto the pole in the center. Already she couldn’t wait to get off the train, squashed between back packs, men and women and starting to feel a little worried she won’t be able to breathe.

It was at this point she was glad she wore I light summer dress, as she was starting to sweat already, as the train rolled on she could feel she looked around to see if she knew anyone, but everyone’s eyes ahead and just all felt the same and couldn’t wait to get off. All of a sudden she felt something rubbing against her arse, she put it down to the bump of the train, but it felt more gentle, and with her dress being so light, she now knew it wasn’t a bump, someone was rubbing her arse . She tried to reach around and hot the hand away but couldn’t more, or didn’t want to draw attention to it., She said fine, will ignore it and they will get bored.

They didn’t, they actually got more encouraged as she didn’t do anything. The hand started to massage harder and she felt then her dress being lifted, she tried to push her arse back to move it away but it didn’t work, she was stuck and can’t move. The hand then lifted the dress and she felt it on the back of her thighs, moving up, she could not believe this was happening and was hoping her stop would come soon. Just then the bare hand was on her arse massaging hard grabbing and pinching it, Fiona wanted to yell stop, but again she was worried and didn’t want to draw attention

She tried to move but soon as she tried she made the mistake and opened her legs, the hand then moved up, she held her breathe, she couldn’t believe someone was touching her pussy through her thing, she was stunned, frozen, didn’t know what to do as it rubbed between her legs below her arse, , slowly back and forwards. Now the biggest problem was she was starting to get turned on and she knew she was getting wet, but didn’t want to encourage the guy, she looked down, her nipples were so hard pressed against the pole, and she felt her self-getting wet. The guy then pulled her thing to one side , and then it happened… a finger went inside her from behind, she had to bite her lip and pushed all the way in, she couldn’t believe it and god it felt god, at this stage she thought fuck it, I can’t move no one can see im going to enjoy this. And that moment the guy knew as well, she was so wet, she arched her back and pushed back on the finger harder and harder, the finger was one, then become 2 and started to thrust inside her quicker and quicker, her nipples were nearly pushing through her blouse she was so turned on, she let herself go and reached back and felt his cock, she wanted it in her inside her.

He undid his jeans and his cock fell out throbbing hard, she rubbed and stroked in, she could feel the precum on it and had to taste it, she could feel him grab her hips and position her in front of his, she looked around again for a check to see if anyone was looking, it was ok, then she felt it.. his cock pressed against her lips, she edged back as her lips parted and it slowly slides all the way in, she caught her breathe and let go a little moan, I can’t believe im getting fucked on the train, she loved it, deep down it was a fantasy but never thought it would come true. She ousted all the way back feeling his balls then pressed against her lips. With each bump on the train he thrust slowly not trying to draw attention.

The thrusts got quicker, she felt herself about to cum, and without notice he cum deep up inside her , with that she then grabbed the pole biting her lip as she also cum very very hard. The train then stopped and people got off, she looked around to see the man, and never knew who it was…

Story 2

I was already in bed when he got home, I was absolutely furious how could he support the English team, how did I not know that about him? He quietly got into bed, knowing he’d completely pissed me off, I felt a bit bad for flipping out but fuck him, the English? It was the first time he really stood his ground on something so petty, it kind of turned me on. Honestly, I just wanted to fuck him, I always got horny after an argument but I didn’t want to forgive him right now either.

I turned over and jumped on his lap, straddling him, he kind of looked surprised but did nothing other than look at me. I pulled off my top and grabbed his hands and put them on my breasts, encouraging him to massage them roughly. I leaned down towards him and he tried to kiss me but fuck that, England? I was only positioning myself to take my knickers off anyway. I could feel him get hard as I grinded myself on him. God I loved using him to make myself wet. I was going to drive him insane, that would be sort of like punishment.

I turned around and positioned myself, now completely dripping wet, over his face and told him gently but sternly to eat my pussy, he immediately grabbed my ass and obeyed. Ugh it felt amazing, I ran my nails slowly up and down his cock, every now and then gently squeezing and pulling on his balls. I know he wanted my mouth on him but frustrating him was only making him eat me harder. Still,it was difficult to watch his cock perking up towards me and not want to do more, just as I was about to wrap my mouth around him I felt myself losing balance.

Obviously the lack of attention had become too much, I was thrown down on the bed face down, legs spread and I felt his hand smack my ass hard! This change of dynamic was a complete turn on. He lay on top of me, kissing and biting my back and neck and I thought for a moment he was going to return the favour and deny me, but I didn’t have long to wonder before he thrust himself into me so hard I had to hold onto the bed to keep myself steady. Fuck, I almost came right there and then, and only for the fact he pulled all the way out and smacked me on the ass again did I not. Now I realised he was just as mad with me for being an Aussie supporter, there was only one way to work through this problem and that was to see who could make the other one beg for it.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/5fy1zn/who_tells_it_better_men_or_women