The Train [M/F] [exhibitionism] [rough] [squirt]

I’m in a train, going places to see people. It is going to be a long and boring trip. One I have made a hundred times before. It’s early Saturday morning, the train is all but empty. I stare out the window at nothing and everything. At the next station, You come in and place yourself at the other side of the aisle. My, what a view. Thor in a uniform. Tall, bulky, strong, blond, a slight stubble across your face doesn’t fit the well trained impeccable marine look, but oh how it works. You look like you would throw me across the room without effort. It crosses my mind I have an unhealthy fascination for men in uniform. I look at your hands, I have sort of a hand fetish. Big, strong hands, with veins to die for. Hands that have seen hard work, that can caress and choke and smack and leave a mark. I move around on my seat, restless. I’m almost afraid to look up, but I can’t help myself. I dare a glance and my heart almost stops. You are looking straight at me. Looking hard at me. I see your jaw muscle working. I feel myself getting wet, a blush creeps up my neck to my cheeks as the heat in me builds. I swallow. A slow smirk forms on your mouth. You know the effect you’re having on me.

Your eyes are the brightest icy blue I’ve ever seen, and they are taking in every detail it seems. Suddenly I’m glad I put on my just-a-bit-too-short-denim dress this morning. I let my legs fall open just a bit, from your position across the aisle you have the perfect view up my dress. I think you can see the damp spot in my panties, because where your icy eyes were, there is now a fire raging. What have I gotten myself into here. One seat behind you, a middle aged woman is fuming at my behavior and staring at me with total disgust. My legs close. The train slows, the next station is near. I pray you don’t leave. Instead the lady stands up and – with a huff- walks past me to the exit. You hear her disapproval, because your eyes dart to her with a frown and then back to me. You wink and slide down a bit in the seat and suddenly I see I have the same effect on you as you have on me, outlined on your leg. A man walks past us and leaves as well. The doors close, the train starts moving again, you didn’t leave. The next stop is an hour away. Oh, what you could do to me in an hour! I almost cum at the thought, nipples aching against the denim. Nervously I look about the carriage and realize with a start – it’s empty… You pay attention as you wait for the truth to sink in. We are utterly alone.

Mesmerized I now openly look at you. My mind racing at the thought of what could happen. The door slams open hard, nearly giving me a heart attack and rudely interrupting my daydream. The conductor walks in and inspects your ticket. He turns to me and with my cheeks burning I let him inspect my ticket. I fear he can read in my face where my mind was just a minute ago. Maintaining eye contact – looking past the conductor, your hand slides down to your erection and strokes it. Your smile burns through me and I don’t know where to look but I can’t look away. The conductor leaves, taking with him the last chance to back out of this.

Dare I do this? The risk of someone walking in, a total stranger. I let my legs fall open again, further this time. I have never been this turned on it seems. The attraction crackles like electricity. I let my hand travel down to my now soaking panties, it’s embarrassing how wet I am. I touch myself. This is your cue – because with a low growl you pounce (there is no other way to describe it) and in a second haul me of my chair onto your lap. I feel your arousal pressing against my hot center. This is too much, I moan and melt against you. You hand closes around my neck and you push me down on you, I can’t help but move my hips. The friction is maddening. Your other hand opens the front of my dress in a quick movement, and just like that I am beyond caring I’m half naked in a train. You grab my breast, pinch my nipple hard. I suck in a breath, it hurts so good. Your hand moves in my hair, pulling my head back and you bite my neck, that’s going to leave a mark. I shiver as your other hand moves down and releases you cock from your pants. You let go off my neck with your teeth and look at me with those hungry eyes. With one brutal move you rip off my panties and bury yourself in me. As I spasm around you from my first ever orgasm on the first thrust, you growl “fuck” as you watch me come apart. I can’t even think anymore, I’m lost and hold on for dear life. Vaguely I register you holding my hands behind my back with one hand, your strength so overwhelming I couldn’t free myself even if I wanted to. You other hand still on my throat, you start to move, ramming me down on your lap. The pressure builds and builds as the pounding becomes so hard I wonder randomly if I can walk afterwards. I can’t help but scream as another orgasm takes me. You hand closes on my mouth to silence me. Still the relentless thrusts continue. Everything feels raw and tingles, I feel my wetness soak us both. Suddenly you throw me next to you on my knees on the bench. You stand up and roughly you pull me back by my hair while you ram your cock back into my soaking pussy. I can’t help but come again, this position makes me squirt all over the bench, your cock hitting exactly the right spot. This is your undoing as well, one hand grabbing my ass so hard I will have bruises for two weeks to come, the other pulling my hair so hard tears are in my eyes, you roar and I feel your hot cum explode inside me.

The train is slowing again. As I hurriedly try to fix my dress, you pick up my ripped panties and shove them in your now ruined pant pocket. I smile, as I have left my mark on you too. You will never wear those pants again and not think of me. As the train slows you say with a voice like lava, “I missed my stop, but I am so very glad I did”. You kiss me hard and leave me behind breathless.

The doors close, the train starts moving. I stare out the window looking at nothing and everything. I’m going somewhere, but I will never be the same.

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