So you’re coming home today and obviously flying into the airport. I know you’ve only used it once before, but I imagined that you decided to take the train home today. It’s a long ride, on both your trains. And I happen to have a student pass that allows me to ride for free anywhere, including to the airport.
So we put our brilliant minds together and hatch the, somewhat obvious plan: I’ll meet you at the airport and keep you company with good conversation on your trip home. And, you know, be your guide and help you learn your way around Denver rail better. It’s all very innocent and somewhat practical, of course.
On the ride up, and especially as I approach the airport I notice my panties are already getting wet and my heart is beating faster. It’s been a month since I’ve seen you or even heard your voice, and yet here I am trembling and melting before I’ve even laid eyes on you. I take a deep breath to try to compose myself….and there you are. I don’t know if the breath helped or not because my heart stops completely and then threatens to burst out of my chest.
But I try to just hug you like I’m just really happy to see you, and not like it feels like my very life itself depends on ripping off your clothes and feeling you inside me. The blood rushes to my face anyhow and I fumble awkwardly. I’m both so distracted by my own burning desires and awkwardness that I can’t begin to gauge how you are feeling, but as we find an seat on the train, your hand lightly brushes my ass and gives a slight squeeze.
The converstaion flows smoothly, and I remember how quickly time flies when I’m with you. Your eyes and face light up while you tell stories, and my breath catches slightly when our hands brush against eachother.
I can’t take it anymore and I lean up and kiss you deeply, but just for a moment. After a momentary pause we resume conversation like nothing happened, but we both shift closer.
The timing is perfect, the car we are in is miraculously completely empty on our end and we are in one of the larger bench seats. Tickets were even checked already, so I knew I had a few minutes. I lean over, undo your pants, and pull out your delicous cock. I look up at you with lust and delight as I whisper “Oh, how I’ve missed tasting you!” Right before swirling my tongue around your tip and taking you completely in my mouth.
A slight groan escapes your lips as you grasp my neck. I surprise even myself with the enthusiasm and skill I show with my lips wrapped around you and my tongue dancing around your cock. But as we get to the next stop you pull me up and tuck yourself back in. I grin up at you and lick my lips as I sit up.
More people get on, and while we’re still fairly secluded neither of us want to risk another blow job, delightful as it was. But as we continue to talk your hand slowly moves across my thigh, and under my skirt, until your finger just so slides under under my thong. A slight gasp escapes your lips when you feel how wet and slick I am already, and I quickly bite my lip.
“I want to kiss you again!” I whimper desperately. You lean down and again kiss me briefly, but then press your hand firmly on my thigh to signal I needed to stay composed in public. I again took a deep breath, but this time with a saucy grin and leaned back shifted so I was facing you more.
Your fingers again slowly slid across my thigh and under my thong and part my silky slit. I look at you and try to continue conversation as your eyes start to sparkle with a devilish look. Your finger dances across my clit in slow circles, and then you slowly slide it inside me.
My breath starts to change as you continue to tease me , dancing your fingers across my clit and again I side my soaking pussy. I started to tremble and locked eyes with you as we both felt my orgasm building. You continued to talk, as if everything was normal, while my pussy clenched and I came all over your finger.
You play with me a few more seconds until I begged you to stop, then pull out your soaking fingers. I drop something and bend over to pick it up using the excuse to lick your fingers off. We kiss again, briefly, and kept talking until we get to union station.
But your Forest Gump good luck follows us and the next train is also empty. As soon as we are seated and in motion, I again lean down and pull your delicious cock out, determined to get your load in my mouth before we part. You can feel my desire, and I can feel that you are close.
Your cock throbs are your warm cum shots inside my mouth and down my throat. I wrap my lips around you tighter and swallow, then gently lick you clean.
I wipe my mouth and sit up to smile and gently sigh as I whisper “Thank you so much…..” My words trail off as you kiss me gently and we both lean closer to enjoy the short bit of time we have left together.
As our stop nears I glance around and since the train is still empty in our section I quickly peel off my soaking thong and hand it to you with a wink and a whisper. “I think you more than earned this if you want it”
But too soon the stop arrives, and we must part ways. We hug, and I lean into you hoping that you can feel how much both you satisfied me and how much I still want more. But all I manage to say is “That was fun, see you around?”
My heart starts racing again as we hug one last time and you turn to walk away. I turn to go home, my thighs slick and wet with my own cum and every step reminds me of the bliss I just felt. A gentle sigh escapes my lips and my whole body feels like it is floating. Then I giggle and even skip slightly as I mentally check off another fantasy come to life. I wonder what our next adventure together will be and smile knowing whatever it is, it will be perfect
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e8iglr/mf_an_erotic_fantasy_i_wrote_for_a_lover_i_miss