Best commute EVER! [F] [public] [mast] [train]

Ladies, have you ever had one of those mornings? When every movement of the train on the tracks seems to resonate through your seat? When every vibration travels all the way up your spine, hitting all the right spots along the way? If you haven’t, I hope someday you get to experience it the way I did. Today was that day for me!

Maybe it was the way my thong moved when I shifted in my seat. Maybe it was because I feel so sexy in these soft black leggings. Maybe it had something to do with the gentleman seated directly across from me. Not one of the regulars on my train, not the standard khakis and golf shirts that I see every day. He was an older man (I’d guess late 40s), just a few specks of gray starting to appear in his short brown hair. Very distinguished looking, in a perfectly tailored blue suit. His name is David, according to the ID badge clipped to his belt. But when he answered his phone it was “Dave,” and he had a voice that would melt butter.

He never spoke directly to me, nor I to him, but the way he kept secretly checking me out definitely gave me a rush. The way his eyes were drawn to my legs, lingering there, along with the vibrations of the train, made me far more horny then I usually get on my way to work.

Every time I moved, the feeling would intensify. Shifting in my seat, re-crossing my legs, the train acting as my own personal vibrator. *My GOD, is nobody else feeling this???*

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to clear my head. But all I could think of was Dave, in the back of an otherwise deserted train, bending me over the seat and having his way with me.

I crossed my legs tightly, with a seemingly innocent hand resting casually between my thighs. To Dave, I must have looked just like a dozen other women on the train, but only I could have known that my thumb was strategically positioned against my aching clit. That gentle pressure on top of the steady vibration was all it took, and in a matter of minutes I was biting my lip to keep from moaning. I closed my eyes, and everything else disappeared (except for Dave, of course), as the train carried me through what was probably the quietest orgasm I’ve had since college. (That was a great story too, but it will have to wait for another day!)

My breathing returned to normal, and I tried to regain my composure. I wondered how obvious my state was. Was my body trembling as much as it felt like I was? Were the beads of sweat on my forehead noticable? Did I manage to stifle all the moans, or did I finally lose control as I plunged over the edge?

A few stops later, Dave got up to exit the train. As he did, he flashed me a very sexy smile. I’ll never know if it was the kind of smile that meant, “I know what your just did,” or “I wish I’d had the nerve to say hello while we were still commuting together.” Or maybe both?

Either way, I doubt I’ll ever see him again, at least outside of my fantasies. But you can bet I’ll have my eye out for him on my way home tonight!

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/5lt1xr/best_commute_ever_f_public_mast_train