Asleep on the train [Sleep play][Oral][F-Futa]

edit: changed perspective to make this more accessible. If you want the old version, second person pov, I’ll put a link in the comments

*A story I wrote a long time ago for an old friend. The characters are futa and female, but the futa stuff doesn’t really add that much. It’s easy to pretend it’s a man if you like. I also keep character descriptions very vague so if that’s important to you imagine them up now before starting :)*

“What’re those?” I ask my friend Sophie as she drops a couple tablets into her hand.

“Sleeping pills,” she says, “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 her 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, full of my textbooks for our classes. This was a good weekend. The two of us, along with a bunch of others, came down to Rome from our host families in Paris, 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. 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. Sophie sat on one 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 Sophie a few minutes later and she’s already asleep, dozed off against the window. As we ride there are sections of the track that are a little bumpy, but she still doesn’t wake up. At one point in her sleep she ties to get more comfortable, use using her jacket and pressing it against the window as a pillow, and picking her legs up onto the seat next her, inadvertently kicking her backpack into the aisle.

I look at her like that for a moment. Her hands are together and under her head, making her arms squeeze her chest together, pushing her cleavage up in her shirt, rising and falling with her breathing. She’s really a sight, but she and I have been friends for a few years now. I’m not going to jeopardize that.

I use my foot to slide Sophie’s backpack under our table. I figure, since she’s asleep, I may as well look. Not hurting anyone. Especially since it’s such an 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.

Sophie is absolutely adorable when she’s sleep, so at peace. And yet her body screams sexy. I get a little sad she’s asleep. She’s 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. I just wait around, passing time various ways (books, music, movies) until 6 and half hours pass by. At one point a bump moves Sophie’s legs off the seat. Without waking up she pulls them back up and even closer to her chest.

This makes her skirt ride up.

I try not to look. It’s bad to look, right? I mean I can see her thighs up to right before her underwear starts I imagine. I shake my head, trying not to look.

A few minutes later her 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 her skirt. From the view I have I can see it all. Her ass (with underwear on of course), her legs, her body, even most of her face. My eyes raise on her from bottom to top, resisting. I try not to move my eyes, but they steadily keep raising up her body. I resist, resist, and resist, moving up her. But then, when I’m looking at her beautiful face, I guess she’s having a dream, because she smiles 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 her thigh first, softly, with my fingertips, watching her face, but her eyes stay closed.

I continue, just stroking her immaculate skin, up and down her thigh, getting hard just from touching her . Nipples piercing at my bra.

Then I get a little more bold. I move my face forward and kiss where I’ve been stroking. Still nothing from her, just a peaceful face of rest.

I continue kissing and trailing my tongue softly on Sophie’s velvety flesh, but it’s time to up the ante. I start to softly trace the outline of her sex through her panties.

“Mmph,” I hear. I look up at her, nervous, but she’s simply made the noise in her throat, her brow furrowing a bit. If I didn’t know what was actually happening to her, I’d say she was distressed.

I now take two fingers and press them against her cloth-covered sex with very little pressure, and rub. At first contact she exhales, but doesn’t wake up. She just starts breathing much more deliberately. I vary the pressure and pattern that I rub until I’m eliciting the most positive reaction from her face. That smile. A wide mouthed smile as she keeps breathing hard, just a step behind a real moan. I keep rubbing her, watching her face. Then we hit a very big bump.

I think Sophie’s body almost comes off the seat, and my head hits the bottom of the table. I retract my hand thinking she’s surely woken up. I’m amazed to see that she hasn’t. Whatever’s in those pills is doing its job. I decide she’s definitely not going to wake up so it’s time to stop being conservative.

I get out from under the table and move her round. I seat HER up normally in her seat as best I can and spread her legs open, flipping her skirt up. The woman in the back of the car looks at me, but can’t see what I’m doing as her seat’s back is facing what she can see. In order to ward off suspicion, I pretend to have a conversation with Sophie to ward suspicion.

Just before I go back under the table I make sure her body is comfy. Then I lean in and kiss her cheek a few times. I want to kiss her lips but I decide not too. If I ever kiss her lips, I’d want her to be awake. I’d want us to share that.

I crawl back under the table now and remove her panties. I don’t want to put it on the floor so I reach over and put it up on our table. Then I spread her legs and see her 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 her inner left thigh gently, making my way in towards her sex. Once I get there, though, I repeat the process with her right thigh. I look up and watch her this whole time, her sounds and smile keeping me going.

Finally, I start.

I give her pussy lips a small kiss, like a substitute for her 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 her nether lips.

For a while, I play with her pussy for me, even though she seems to be enjoying it too. I lick and suck and stick my tongue inside, just taking her deliciousness in. But soon I focus my efforts, testing about to see what she likes best. When I find it, I run with it.

Her breathing subsides to real moans, her eyes staying shut. It’s like she’s having the best dream I’ve ever watched someone have, her head moving slowly back and forth in rhythm with my oral loving.

Then something I don’t expect to happen, happens. She finishes. Her moans crescendo and her legs shake around me totally involuntarily as she starts to cum all over my face. I don’t stop until I can tell she’s done, keeping my mouth going even with her thighs clamping down on my ears and my breathing all but cut off.

Once Sophie’s finally come down from her high I slow down and eventually detach my mouth from her. I’m gasping for air, sitting back on the floor against the bottom of the opposite seats. My cock is straining in my pants. I hold my breasts and wriggle my ankles together telling myself no.

But I do.

I get out from under the table and stand up to stretch. She lays her head down on the table, her 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 her again I unzip my jeans and let my member come out, sighing at the freedom. I lift her up from the table, back to as seated position. Her mouth looks pretty inviting for my member, but for some reason I think that’s crossing a line. I know after what I did that sounds strange, but at this point doing that while she’s in this state sounds kind of…selfish. When I start to pick her up from the seat and lay her 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 with me in her mouth.

I look at Sophie laid out on the table, her head by the window and her legs hanging off the edge of it into the aisle, and realize how much I want to see her breasts, but I figure it would be too difficult to get her 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 her.

I bunch her skirt up at the waist and position myself at her entrance. I pick up her legs and put them over my shoulders so my hands are free. I spread her pussy lips wide to make sure I don’t hurt her. I’m not trying to brag about size or anything, initial entrance can just be awkward sometimes.

I slowly push inside and her 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 her face make sexy reactions and listening to her seductive sounds. Part of me wishes she was 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 her, picking up the pace slightly to her positive reaction, hooking my arms around her legs, hands on my own chest.

“More speed?” I ask without thinking, then shake my head at my stupidity of asking her a question at this moment.

I hold her waist and let my hands travel up and down her body. Even with her shirt still on feeling her breasts through them is a dream come true.

Earlier than I was expecting, I feel a tightening and have to stop. Her legs quiver on my shoulders and I wrap my arms around them to keep them up, her pussy tightening and immobilizing my cock for a few seconds as Sophie cums again.

I’m not done though, and I’m determined to get her to a third.

I start to pump again, at about a medium pace. I raise it up to high, but she seems 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 had thought like I may have had time to position her off the table, but I don’t. I keep going. Her moans only grow as the station shows up in the window by her 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 Sophie. I mean, who wouldn’t? She’s absolutely stunning. I’m just realizing to the full extent now. Man, woman, it doesn’t matter, everyone can see it. Especially when she cums which, as we leave the station, is exactly what she starts to do once again, her legs wrapping around my body as her shirt twists and contorts in her wriggles and shudders of pleasure.

The trains horn sounds and masks the volume of her orgasm, her whole body twitching, her face getting red and shining a bit with a layer of sweat as the orgasm rips up every limb of her body.

As Sophie comes down I feel like I’m about to burst, and I can’t remember if she takes birth control or not. We’ve talked about it but it’s hazy now. I figure she does though, and keep going. But, at the last second, I realize how stupid I’m being. If there’s a way she’d find out about this that would be it. I panic and act quickly, pulling her shirt up and grabbing her panties from the table. I put her panties on her bare stomach and pull out of you, just as I start to cum, ropes landing mostly onto her stomach and panties.

I stand there panting for a moment before doing damage control, the sight of her at this moment almost making me hard again. I take her panties across the train and throw them under a seat. I position her back into her 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 her cheek and then get back in my seat. I even put her bag back next to her to make it looking like nothing’s changed.

About thirty minutes later Sophie wakes up.

Her face initially looks concerned. She sits up straight and seem to not be able to get comfortable.

“You okay there?” I ask.

“Yeah I just…” Sophie wonders out loud, “I’m just trying to remember if I was wearing underwear today.”

I laugh, “Okay weirdo, too much information.”

“I’m serious!” She says, “I could’ve sworn I was, I never go commando…usually.”

I nod, “Okay, well, you okay besides that?”

“I guess,” she continues, looking down at the table like you’re trying to remember something, “I feel like I was just…”

“Just what?”

She shakes her head, “Nothing.”

I stand up and come over to her side, switching seats with her backpack, and give you a hug.

“Not sure what’s going on with you,” I say, “but looks like you need a hug.” I thought that was pretty convincing

She hugs back and laugh and lets 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.

She doesn’t answer for a little while, then says, “Good weird.”

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*Thanks for reading. If there’s any interest I’ll write a bit more in this.*

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