First story I’ve written, it was a birthday gift to my husband. Hope you all enjoy!The Commute

The train car rocked back and forth, her body swaying with the motion, her hand clasping the loop hanging from the ceiling. Her summer dress fell to just above her knees, lightly brushing her skin with each bend in the tracks and giving her goosebumps up her thighs. She absentmindedly looked around the train car. It was almost empty except for an older couple at the opposite end and a man, mid-forties, sitting on the bench a few rows down. Her eyes scanned over him, his work pants and boots, his strong wiry arms, tattoos of sea creatures down to his wrist. His t-shirt was thin and worn and she could make out the tight form of his body beneath it. The train jerked and the strap around her hand tightened, squeezing her wrist. As she lazily eyed his chest and neck she felt a warmth growing in her thighs and adjusted her weight so that the strap squeezed a little tighter. Her eyes moved upwards and she startled when her eyes locked on his. Quickly she looked away, but could feel his gaze moving over her, caressing her curves. The warmth spread higher and she could feel her panties getting damp. Involuntarily she shifted her legs, squeezing her thighs together, pressing the wetness out of her panties and onto her thighs. They slipped and slid together and she glanced back over at the man wondering if he could tell. He stared at her, unwavering. He could make out the curve of her ass through the sheer fabric of her dress, the humidity of the day making the fabric stick to her sweat, delineating the crack of her ass. She could see the bulge forming in his pants and her body responded, arching slightly. He reached down and adjusted himself, his eyes locked on her hips.
The older couple on the other end of the car sat quietly, lost in their thoughts, their belongings on their laps. The train rattled over the tracks.
She watched him out of the corner of her eye as he shifted in his seat, sweat forming under his arms. She could almost smell him. His hand rested on his crotch and she could feel a drip running down her leg. She tried to wipe it with her other leg but he could see it glisten and tightened his hand, sending a pulse up his abdomen. He awkwardly stood up, bracing himself on the seatback as the train hit another bend. Moving closer, the smell of his body hit her and her mouth watered. A gasp escaped her lips as he moved alongside her and slid his hand up her arm, hitting every hair follicle, to where the strap wrapped around her wrist, gripping the loop and trapping her hand beneath his. She could feel his breath close to her neck and ear and her back arched, pushing her ass against him. Wordlessly he leaned into her, his cock hard, letting her feel the tightness of his workpants against her upper thigh. The rough fabric pushed into her soft skin.
She glanced back at the older couple. Their faraway eyes gazed out the windows, daydreaming.
His fingers touched the back of her thigh like an electric shock. He lightly, tentatively, ran a finger upwards, grazing her ass cheek, following the contour. She could feel her dress being lifted by his arm, the breeze from the moving train cooling the wetness in her panties. His fingers inched upwards, the palm of his hand cupping her ass and spreading her pussy open. She

moaned softly and reached back, running her hand up his thigh and over the swelling of his cock. She could feel his heartbeat through his pants and her hand hungrily grasped his bulge, squeezing him and feeling his body grind into her palm.
His teeth hit her neck, not a nip but a bite. She threw her head back and leaned into his chest, hard, sweaty and muscular, feeling her back press into his body. Desperately she fumbled with his belt. His fingers slid closer and closer to her wetness, playing under the ass strap of her panties. She felt his finger brush her asshole and felt his belt pop open at the same time. He gripped her wrist tighter and she arched her back, begging him with her body to touch her deeper. She fumbled with the button of his pants and felt a rush of blood and heat when it popped open, his hard dick already forcing his zipper down. Releasing her wrist, he brought his other hand down to her waist and dug his fingers into her hip, teasing her asshole with the tip of his finger. She slid her hand down the front his pants into the waist of his boxers, feeling the head of his cock dripping with precum. Eagerly she wrapped her hand around his dick, gripping it firmly and feeling him pulsating. Her panties were soaked and his fingers moved closer and closer to her wet pussy. Slowly and gently as a secret, he slid a finger into her. She let out another gasp, louder this time, and gave his cock a tug. He groaned and his teeth dug deeper into her neck. His cock was fully out now and she stroked it against her leg, leaning hard into his hand as his finger slid in and out of her, running over her clit and sliding back in again. Her panties were a mess of wet as he pulled them to the side and ran his whole hand between her legs. She jumped a little when he abruptly pulled his hand away, the reality of the moment hitting her until his hand, wet with her juices, grasped her face as he shoved his fingers into her mouth. She could smell her sweat and pussy and thirstily sucked his rough, strong hand. His cock swelled and throbbed as her tongue put pressure on his fingers. His fingers were almost down her throat as he moved his body slightly, sliding his cock between her thighs. She pushed upwards, pressing him against her pussy, feeling the head of his dick catch and rub on her clit, his precum and her juices mixing. He tightened his hand on her face, squeezing her cheek and lip, his fingers choking her. She gagged, and a flush of wetness leaked down her legs, soaking his cock. He pulled back and ran his cock up between her ass cheeks, spreading the messy wetness all over her. Sliding down her ass, he pressed hard against her asshole and she could feel him spreading her open, just a little bit, the tip of his cock just inside of her. He pushed harder, and his head slid into her ass, catching on the rim and sending waves of excitement, warmth and hot pain through her abdomen. He groaned and held her there, gasping, on the brink. With her hand holding his balls she guided him downwards and rubbed his cock on her sopping pussy. Abruptly he grabbed her hips and pulled her onto him, shoving himself into her. She yelped and leaned forward, feeling every inch of him burying deep inside her. His hand slid up her body and clasped her breast, pinching her nipple and sending waves of electricity down her body. His cock throbbed and moved inside of her, filling her up. She could feel the hem of her dress, soaked and cooled from the breeze, riding over her ass. She could still feel the pressure of his dick where it penetrated her tight asshole.

The train hit a tight curve and he momentarily pulled out of her, keeping his balance. His cock, glistening with her juices, dripped down the back of her leg, the drips running into her shoe. Groaning, he pulled her back onto him, pushing himself all the way inside her tight pussy. He could feel when he hit her cervix and pushed harder, making her squirm on his dick, small whimpers escaping her lips. Every movement she made squeezed her pussy tighter and tighter around him, sucking him deeper.
Thrusting forcefully, he pulled her face close to his, tonguing her ear and sinking his teeth into her cheek. Her face was flushed red and her hair stuck in sweaty strands to her forehead and neck. Her mouth was open, and he could easily imagine stuffing it full with his cock, burying it in her throat, saliva accumulating around his shaft and balls, making her eyes water. The thought made him throb and he could feel the rush of blood surging through his rigid dick. Thrusting faster, he shoved his hand between the front of her legs, holding her pussy and clit in a handful, bracing her as he pounded in and out of her. He slid his fingers back into her mouth, hooking her face and jerking her head back against his shoulder, feeling her teeth on his fingers. He could feel her body tremble and shake, his hand between her legs sopping and hot. She cried out, biting down on his hand and he could feel the surge of her orgasm, felt his hand fill up with her wet cum. Groaning, he plunged deeper, his pulsating cock dumping spurt after spurt of hot cum deep inside her. He held her there, pinned against him, sweat and pussy and cum leaking out of her down his balls, the hem of his boxers saturated with it.
Panting, her body relaxed, small convulsions coursing through her. His grip loosened and his legs trembled as he breathed deeply, his sweaty stubble scratching the side of her face.
She glanced back. The older couple sat closer together now, watching them. Faces flushed, eyes bright, hungrily clasping hands.

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