[MF] getting my dick sucked on the train

So I take the train to work every day. It’s annoying, and usually the worst thing that can happen is that someone sits down next to you. You get all cramped, and usually the person sitting next to you is someone you have no interest in sitting close to.

But every once in a while, pretty girls will sit next to me. This perks me up a little, but usually nothing comes of it. I don’t talk to strangers on trains; I’m not a monster, after all. I just stare out the window. Still, when it happens, it’s a pleasant diversion from the tedium of the commute

Now when you take the train the same time every day, you start to recognize some of your fellow passengers. There was one very attractive girl who got on at the same stop as me every day. She looked like she was around my age. She was clearly a professional – she was always dressed in business clothes, always had her makeup on – she was very well put together. And everything about her was totally professional, but in a sexy way – her clothes were always just a little too tight, her skirts a little too high, her blouse opened one button more than you’d expect. Nothing out of line and, to be clear, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with dressing like that. But she really drew my eye, and one of the only good things about the commute was that I knew I’d see her.

I hadn’t spoken to her, but I admit I had surreptitiously checked her out. A few times, our eyes met. One time I could’ve sworn she gave me a smirk. But that’s as far as it went

We had never sat next to each other on the train. At the stop where we get on, there’s usually enough open seats left for everyone to snag a window seat. So imagine my surprise when, one day, she sits next to me.

I tried to keep cool, which for me meant ignoring her. At first I didn’t think it was intentional on her part – I hadn’t been looking around all that closely, and I just assumed that the other seats were full.

These seats don’t have any barriers, and very often you end up accidentally rubbing thighs with the person next to you. I’m not a creep, so I try to avoid this when I can. But a few minutes after she sat down next to me, her thigh brushed up against mine, and I didn’t move away. Instead I got a rush, and I started to wonder if she was doing this on purpose. She hadn’t accidentally bumped my thigh when she sat down; she had waited a while, and then nudged into my thigh pretty forcefully. If it was an accident, I figured she would pull away – but she didn’t.

I still hadn’t looked at her at this point. My heartbeat was picking up, and my face was probably flushed. I was debating in my head if I should make some kind of move, but I was still half convinced this was all an accident on her part, and that I was just seeing what I wanted to see.

And then her hand went on my thigh.

I jumped a little, I was so surprised. I think I heard her giggle at that.

She started rubbing my thigh, moving up and down first, and then moving her fingers around in circles. I immediately began getting hard. Finally I glanced over at her. She was playing it cool, not even looking towards me, but I could see this devious smile on the side of her face.

I realized it was far past time I took some initiative here, so I put my hand on her thigh as well, moved it up her hips, onto her lower stomach. She kept playing it cool, like she didn’t notice. Then I reached up under her blouse, rubbed her stomach, the crease down by the hips. She bit her lip, closed her eyes, and let her head fall back onto the seat.

She was still rubbing my thigh, and after about thirty seconds of this, both of us rubbing at each other, she opens her eyes and – for the first time – we look each other in the eyes.

I was already pretty hard, but somehow that eye contact made me rock solid. As I was staring in her eyes, I took her hand and put it on my cock, and she started stroking me through my pants.

There are people all around us, of course. I kept looking over at the row right across from us – the man closest to the isle was asleep, and the woman in the window seat was staring out the window. But it was still entirely possible someone behind us saw what we were doing – or heard, for that matter, cuz by this point we had both let out a fair share of grunts and gasps.

She’d been stroking me for less than a minute when we heard the conductor coming down the aisle to check tickets. We both panicked a bit at that, took our hands off each other, and got our tickets out.

I was worried for a second the mood was ruined – after the conductor left, she didn’t make any move to put her hands on my again. The guy who had been sleeping had been woken up by the conductor, and he was looking around.

But I wasn’t gonna give up at this point. I was still rock hard (I had tried to cover that up with my arm when the conductor came by, but im sure he sees all kinds of shit). So I took my jacket off the hook, pretended to look for something in the pockets, and laid it down over my lap. Then I took her hand and put it under the coat.

She seemed more than happy with that arrangement. She kept stroking me through my pants, but I was past that now. When the dude across the aisle closed his eyes again, I undid my button, unzipped my fly, and took out my cock.

As soon as she had my cock in her hand, she let out this deeply satisfied little moan. She stroked me up and down for a bit, and then she firmly thumbed my head. It hurt a bit but it was fuckin hot, and I muttered “fuck” much more loudly than I meant to.

Eventually I literally started thrusting into her hand, which must’ve made what was going on even more obvious than it already was. The lack of privacy was starting to change from a turn on to an annoyance.

I needed this go further, but I wasn’t trying to get arrested for public indecency, which was starting to feel like a real possibility. I pulled her hand away, zipped up, and stood. I didn’t even say anything – I just nodded my head out down the aisle. She got out, and I took her hand and led her to the bathroom.

And I noticed, as we walked, that there was a totally empty row only a few seats behind us. As if I needed more proof at that point that she had done this intentionally.

The bathroom door isn’t exactly hidden, and while no one was right next to it, it’s possible someone saw us go in together. But at that point, I didn’t give a fuck.

When I closed the door, she immediately sat down on the toilet seat, pulled me over, took out my dick, and starts sucking.

I grabbed the back of her head and pushed in deep. She started gagging pretty noisily, so I took my dick out and asked her if she was ok. This was the first time we actually spoke to each other, if you don’t count muttered exclamations.

She nodded vigorously. “I like it, keep going. Deeper.” So of course I shoved my cock down her throat

Now a lot of y’all make a big deal about how long you last, and all the shit you do to stop yourself from cumming too soon.

First off, I think y’all are full of shit. Secondly, I don’t get where this obsession with “lasting” has come from, and why it’s become this macho contest to last as long as possible. Surely the point is mutual pleasure? And I don’t think taking your time to cum really contributes to either partner’s pleasure.

Point is, I’m not embarrassed to say I came pretty damn quick at this point.

But since I’m not an asshole, the next thing I did was eat her out.

This was a little awkward to manage considering our location. I ended up sitting on the floor, and she stood above me, basically grinding her pussy against my face. Eventually I was able to get my fingers in her and my mouth on her clit.

And I’m certainly not embarrassed to say that she came pretty damn quick too.

We both washed up in the tiny ass sink, and by the time we were done the train was coming to a stop. I pulled her in for a kiss (seemed appropriate), and told her I’d see her on the train tomorrow

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