[This happened on a New Years Eve with my ex when I was 20]
I bounced up the stairs to the train station, feeling my high pigtails swinging behind me and my very short, very preppy skirt grazing the top of my thighs. I knew Nathan was probably watching from behind. I reached the top, turned around, and took the lollipop out of my mouth to smile at him.
“Hurry up!” I called. I was still buzzing from the MDMA we’d taken a few hours earlier – I’d been laughing and dancing and draping myself over our friends, enjoying the warmth and touch of other bodies at the party.
Nathan’s pill had made him quiet instead. I checked on him earlier and he’d said he felt good and relaxed but not particularly energetic – he’d just chatted to some mates while I partied. Later on he admitted that he’d been thinking about fucking me throughout the night, wondering if he could pull me into an empty bedroom with him, but the family of our friend having the party had been home. So eventually he tugged me away from the couch where I was snuggling a girl I’d just met, and persuaded me to leave.
I’d tilted my head to the side and whined “pleaaaase, can we stay?” but he’d been firm. “No. We should go,” Nathan had repeated. He was holding me by the waist and looking at me in this impatient but meaningful way. “Ohhhh,” I’d breathed out, realising what he was thinking. “Okay.”
He caught up with me on the platform, gently tugging one of my pigtails so I had turn to face him. The pigtails and the mini skirt might have looked ridiculous, or at least like overkill, but at the time I thought it looked good.
“Mmm,” I giggled. Nathan was looking at me kind of intensely again: I knew my eyes, usually very blue, had pupils the size of saucers instead.
He watched me pull the lollipop out so I could kiss him, but then he took my hand with his and gently pushed it back into my mouth, watching me in a way that gave me butterflies. I wondered if he was thinking about what my lips would look like around his dick. He lowered his hand and pulled me against him, and I could feel the hardness growing in his jeans.
I giggled again – still high – as our mouths met, feeling my nipples stiffening against his chest through the thin cotton crop top I was wearing. I suddenly felt very impulsive, and very turned on. “Should we go to the bathroom?” I whispered into his ear.
“What for?” he asked, pulling my face back so I could we could see each other better. He definitely knew what for, but I could tell he wanted me to say it. I got shy, and so I blushed and bit my lip and said nothing, but I could swear I felt his cock throb through the denim.
“What for?” he repeated. I glanced at the train indicator.
“It doesn’t matter anyway, the train’s coming.”
He let me go up the stairs first as we got on, and slipped one hand underneath my mini-skirt to fondle my ass. “There’s no-one else here!” I exclaimed. It was late, but it was still New Years Eve so I’d expected to share the carriage with drunk or rowdy partiers, but it was completely deserted.
We slid onto the seats and started making out again. Nathan inched his fingers inside my skirt, and I instinctively opened my legs slightly for him. He was rubbing my clit through my underwear. I’d gotten freshly waxed yesterday, and I could tell when he realised because he suddenly started pressing harder, before leaning forward to say quietly, “so fucking soft.”
He got bolder and pushed the cotton aside to expose all of my pussy, and then started rubbing my clit again. I remember looking around the empty carriage, at this point, feeling nervous but eager, before I reached for his dick through his jeans. I started groping him as he kept his fingers on my clit.
After a few minutes of making out like this Nathan moved lower, sliding his fingers up and down over my pussy, which was quickly becoming slicker and more sensitive. We’d never had sex anywhere this public before. Now he was looking around like he was assessing the situation too. I moved slightly so that his free hand was cupping one of my breasts and started stroking his dick faster, kissing his neck as he looked about. He decided to test the waters and pushed one of his fingers inside me, watching my face.
“Oh!” I heard myself breathed in sharply, feeling the sudden welcome pressure in my pussy. We looked at each other in the brightly lit carriage, my mouth still open, and our eyes locked together.
Nathan smirked and started slowly fucking me with his finger as we kept looking at each other. The speaker announced the next station, and we said something about how we wondered if anyone could see us. “I doubt it,” he said, and I replied something like, “God, I hope not.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, then added “you look so fucking sexy right now though. It’d be kind of hot if someone did see.”
“You think I look sexy right now?” I was breathing heavily, half-smiling but also half-serious as his finger kept thrusting between my legs. I pushed my pussy back against his hand and he started sped up, becoming more forceful. He stared at me and just nodded, and the expression on his face made me even wetter and more confident.
“Fuck, I wish that was your cock,” I sighed. Looking down to where my underwear had been pulled aside, Nathan worked another finger into me and I heard myself let out a high pitched whimper of pleasure. “Me too,” he replied, looking down to watch his fingers pushing in and out of my pussy. “You’re so fucking tight.”
Suddenly the train stopped again, and someone came up the stairs. Nathan quickly pulled his fingers out of me and I hastily rearranged my skirt. A guy came up the stairs and looked at us. He must have taken in my flushed cheeks and the jumper that Nathan had quickly pulled over his crotch to hid his erection because he paused and then left for a different carriage.
I laughed and went straight back to kissing Nathan, but he pushed me away slightly. I pouted at him playfully. “Don’t you want to keep going?”
“Do you?” he asked.
I nodded, and moved my hand back to his crotch, trying to kiss his neck. He looked at me, and smirked again. “You really want it, huh?”
I nodded again, smiling, and tugged at his belt buckle. “Don’t you?” I teased, stroking his bulge through the denim before trying to unbuckle his belt again.
He watched me struggle with it for what felt like ages – but was probably only 30 seconds – before finally unbuckling it himself. (Later Nathan told that he hadn’t helped straight away because he’d been imagining fucking me right there. He was mentally debating if we should just go for it or not, but he thought that it might be taking it too far for me. Apparently even when I started undoing his pants, he was only expecting a handjob!).
I pulled down his jeans and his underwear just enough for his boner to pop out and took it in one hand, leaning into to kiss him while I started to jerk him off. After a few seconds I broke off the kiss and pulled my hand away, and he moved to pull his underwear back over his cock.
I shook my head and moved back slightly. Pushing his hand out of the way, I lent over and took his cock in my mouth. I heard him groan as I wrapped my lips around him, bobbing my head up and down. I could feel my long brown pigtails wobbling. I licked up and down his shaft, trying to get his cock as wet as I could, but my mouth was still a bit dry from the molly. At first I was swallowing only the tip and a little more and at that point it wasn’t exactly the best blow-job I’d ever given. But I knew the entire situation – me getting all dressed up on NYE but happily leaving the party just to fuck him, before getting too horny to wait and blowing him on a public train – would be driving Nathan wild.
I started taking him deeper, letting him hit the back of my throat, and after a minute I felt my saliva coming back. I stopped and twisted to looked up at him, his dick pressing against my cheek. “Tell me if someone gets on our carriage?” I asked, and Nathan nodded quickly. He reached down and rubbed his dick over my lips, and I opened my mouth so that he could push his dick inside. I started eagerly sucking again. I was getting deeper and faster, and soon I’d covered his cock in spit.
Nathan wrapped one of my pigtails around each hand and started to control the pace. The carriage quiet except for the noises we were making. I could hear myself slurping and him moaning softly. He started pulling my head down further, and the sound of me gagging on his dick filled the carriage. Nathan was getting more and more into it, and he let out a louder groan as he pushed my nose into his pubes. He held me there for a second before letting go. I pulled back a little, panting.
“You look so fucking cute,” he said. I raised my eyebrows at him, still catching my breath, and he smiled. “Seriously. You look like you’ve been working out or something. Your cheeks are all pink.”
“There’s no way I look cute after that!” I laughed.
Nathan looked concerned for a second. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you gag. I’m still a bit high and it just felt really good,” he said.
“Don’t be sorry.” I slid off the seat and moved between his legs, looking up at him.
“Yeah? You like it?” Nathan asked.
“Mhmm,” I replied, running my lips over his cock. “Do you like it? Me sucking your cock like that in the middle of this train?”
“Fuck baby, so much,” he groaned. He pushed his fingers into my hair again as I looked up at him and started sucking just the tip of his cock, gently nuzzling his balls, and then quickly building a loud, sloppy rhythm again.
I knew I could get him to come in my mouth like this. It must have been the MDMA, because it was tempting as hell. But our stop was getting closer. I think Nathan had the same thought because when I paused for air, he pulled me off his cock. “I’m gonna fuck you when we get home,” he said, doing his pants up and then reaching for me.
“Mmm,” I murmured, getting back up to sit next to him and snuggle into his chest, “I’d like that.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ibdmfn/sucking_his_cock_on_the_train_mf_we_left_a_party