Every Friday night we stay late in the office, get dinner in the city, then take a late train home. Shawn and I always find an empty car then settle into the front corner together. I pull my panties off as he watches then I put the flimsy fabric I’d been wearing in his hand and he puts it in his pocket.
He looks me over as I bite my lip. We both look around, ensuring the car is still empty except for us. Then he pulls my skirt up and looks at my cunt as he runs his fingers along my slit. He closes his eyes and smiles as his fingers spread my slick fluids around me.
“What if someone else gets on and we have to stop prematurely?” he asks, initiating a familiar game we’ve played weekly since we got together a few months ago.
I kiss him and whisper, “I’m not stopping, they can just watch.”
That’s always how the game begins. Then it varies slightly and this last time it went very different than it normally does. We were sitting in the train car just as we always were and there was just a different air about the whole encounter.
He pulled me onto his lap and I knelt over him, my knees on the seats on either side of his hips. He unbuttoned the top of my dress, exposing my lacy black bra and a fair amount of cleavage. His hands went under the hem of my skirt and pulled the fabric up until it was gathered high up on my waist, exposing both my ass and pussy fully. The black thigh highs and garter belt I wore contrasted starkly against my skin and framed my waxed and needy cunt.
We kissed and he fingered me until I was dripping onto his lap and whispering in his ear, begging him to fuck me already. As he slid me down onto his cock, I looked up to see a middle aged man sitting in the back of the car we were in, watching me and Shawn.
This was our usual encounter. There was nothing out of the ordinary other than he usually arrived in the car before Shawn’s dick was inside of me. I kept riding Shawn and kissing him as he pulled my bra down off of my tits, His mouth closed over me, sucking my nipple hard as his hands guided my hips down onto him.
When I looked up again the man was closer and he had his hand in his pocket, moving up and down slowly. I turned my attention back to Shawn and tilted his head up to me, kissing him deeply as he groaned and rocked inside of me. I turned my attention back to the man and he was just a few seats away from us now, he was stroking his dick freely. He looked me in the eye as I continued to fuck Shawn. I moaned in Shawn’s ear and sat up a little straighter so the stranger could see my tits bounce as my partner lifted himself into me as I came down on him.
The old man got up and started to move even closer and my hands tightened on Shawn’s shoulders, “This guy keeps moving closer,” I whispered, the approved dialogue of our interaction.
Shawn turned his head to look back and the guy looked away for the first time. Shawn looked back to me, “Do you want to stop?”
I shook my head and kept riding him. Shawn smiled and looked at the guy again, “There’s a seat in front of us if you really want a closer view, just don’t touch her,” he said.
I watched the guy boldly take my boyfriend up on it, just as he always did. He sat in the seats across from us and Shawn turned me around on his lap so I was facing our observer. I put my hands on my boyfriend’s knees but he pulled me back, stretching my upper body into an arch, pushing my breasts up and tightening my stomach as he thrust up into me. My legs were on either side of his and this guy could see Shawn’s dick repeatedly slamming into me.
The guy wasn’t staring at me anymore. He was staring Shawn down, challenging him. He stroked his own cock as my boyfriend pushed deeply into me. Shawn’s hand found my neck and my tits bounced as he thrust upwards into me.
He didn’t break eye contact once, but after a minute the guy returned his focus to my body and watched as Shawn’s fingers gently and slowly played with my glistening clit. The old man watched my boyfriend tease my body until I was rocking my hips down on him. I put my high heels on the seat the old man was sitting on, on either side of his legs, so I could lift myself up and down Shawn’s cock as he focused on rolling his fingers around my clit and grasping my neck to hold my upper body against his chest.
The old man watched and his fingers grazed my ankle in a way Shawn couldn’t see. I smiled and moaned as I got closer. The old man’s hand trailed up the back of my leg, the one Shawn was kind of blocked from, and he rubbed it up and down in the same rhythm his hand had on his cock.
I moved my leg to between his legs and he grasped my ankle and lifted my foot until the bottom of my shoe was rubbing his dick. This was new. He never touched me like this before and I’d definitely never encouraged him to, but it was just a playful interaction and not long lasting. I pulled away and smiled at him as I arched my back and Shawn brought me over the cusp of my orgasm.
Shawn held me down on his cock as I arched and moaned in pleasure. My head tilted back, resting on his shoulder and he kissed my cheek as he soothed my trembling body. His pants developed a wet stain from me and my body writhed in his grip as I moaned loudly, my orgasm consuming me as the old man watched with great interest.
The man turned his attention back to Shawn and said, “I’ll give you a thousand dollars to cum on her face.”
Shawn’s grip on me became protective, “No,” he said without hesitation. This was always the way it played out, sometimes it was just to cum on me, sometimes it was wanting a blowjob, every now and then he’d ask to just dip the tip of his dick into my cum filled cunt, but the answer was always no.
The guy groaned as he stroked himself a little faster and I lifted my head from Shawn’s shoulder.
He started to pull me off of his lap, but I stayed put, “You didn’t cum yet,” I said softly, this was the part that was different. He always came in me. It was part of the interaction, but something was putting him off of it tonight.
Shawn shook his head, “When we get home we can take care of it.”
I whined, “I feel better when you cum in me.”
The man smiled and continued stroking himself.
I started to turn back around to face Shawn but he stopped me and shook his head. I could tell he was uneasy and untrusting tonight. He tilted my head towards him and kissed me deeply as he resumed thrusting into me.
I smiled and closed my eyes, rocking my hips on his cock as he groaned. Shawn groped my breasts then slid his hands down to my waist and picked me up, turning with me until I was kneeling on the seat and he could easily and deeply fuck me as he knelt behind me. He had one knee on the seat beside me and held his body over mine, blocking the man’s view of me.
The man got up and moved over to the seat just on the other side of the one I was being fucked on.
He watched my face intently as I grasped the back of the seat I was in and Shawn fucked me hard. The man’s own hand was stroking his dick slowly, pacing himself even as Shawn was trying to satisfy me with his cum quickly. The man looked at Shawn, “Two thousand to cum on her tits?” He offered, his hand reached out to touch my cheek and I closed my eyes.
I cried out in another orgasm as Shawn filled my cunt with his cum then protectively wrapped his arm around me and pulled me out of reach of the man’s hand, “No,” he said. “I said you could watch, be happy with that.”
My boyfriend pulled free of me and started adjusting my outfit so it covered me again. I smiled at the guy as Shawn covered my tits back up with my bra and closed my dress back up. Shawn’s cum was leaking down my inner thigh and our stop was coming up. I gathered some of his cum from my cunt and thigh onto my fingers and leaned over to the guy, “How about two thousand dollars for a taste of us?” I asked.
The man nodded and pulled out the cash.
“Tongue out,” I said.
He stuck his tongue out and I wiped my fingers off on it. Shawn took the money and the guy grabbed his wrist, “One of these times you’re going to say yes,” he said.
Shawn shook his head, “No, I’m not. An indirect taste is all you’ll ever get out of her,” he put my panties in the man’s hand, “Same time next week, old man?”
The man nodded and put his unsatisfied dick away and my panties in his pocket as I took Shawn’s hand and led him off of the train with me.
We laughed and kissed along the walk home, but Shawn kept looking over his shoulder, unable to shake an uneasy feeling he had.
He’d been trying to get me to come live with him, but as much fun as I had with him and as much as I cared about him, I wasn’t at the ‘move in together’ stage of things yet.
He walked me home and I couldn’t shake how uneasy he seemed, so when he turned to walk to his own house a few blocks away, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him back to me, “Stay the night with me?” I asked.
Shawn smiled, “Is this moving closer to moving in together? You’ve never asked me to stay over with you before.”
I blushed and tugged on his hand, “Then don’t say no.”
He came inside with me and the sense of dread that had been emanating off of him seemed to ease as we locked the locks on my door.
His body pressed mine tightly to my front door as I turned my head and looked at him, “So am I sleeping on your couch or beside you?” he asked playfully.
“I don’t think I said anything about sleeping,” I teased.
Shawn’s hands slid under my dress, grasping my thighs and groping my ass, “I can get behind that,” his lips closed on the side of my neck and a chill went through me as his hands settled on my waist.
I reached my hand back and twisted my upper body, pulling him to me so I could kiss him, which he happily returned. His hands slid further up my body, over my dress, and he began unfastening the buttons going down the front. I turned around and faced him and he groaned as the soft curve of my ass was no longer available for his bulge to rub against.
His complaining groan died down as he pushed my dress off of my shoulders and saw me standing against my front door in nothing but a bra, garter belt, thigh high stockings and black high heels. His hands slid over my body as he kissed me softly and repeatedly. A knock on the door behind us startled us both and we laughed as Shawn looked through the peephole.
He pulled away and looked down at me, “Put your dress back on,” he said uncomfortably.
I pulled my dress back up onto myself and buttoned it back up as Shawn guided me further from the door. He opened it and said, “Well this wasn’t part of our deal.”
The man laughed lightly then said, “No, it certainly wasn’t, but after two months of teasing I’ve decided I’m renegotiating our deal. May I come in or shall I discuss your girlfriends price list here in the hallway where her neighbors can hear us?”
Shawn looked over at me and pulled open the door. The man from the train came inside and nodded cordially at me, “Excellent choice,” he said softly as he closed and locked the door behind me, he knew just how to turn each one to secure it, even the tricky one that turns the wrong way. He winked at me as he turned his attention back to Shawn, “How about you remove that dress of hers while we talk,” he said, no hint of a question in his tone, this was very much a demand.
Shawn shook his head but I started unbuttoning my dress. Shawn hadn’t yet noticed what I had. This man has, at the very least, observed me locking my apartment door enough to know one of the inner mechanisms of the locks was opposite the way it’s supposed to be, a quirk I’ve never encountered before this apartment and is unnoticeable just by looking at the outer workings of the locks.
Shawn put his hands on mine to stop me but I just continued until my dress was on the floor again and I stood in the underwear that remained on my body. The old man smiled and sat down on the couch, patting the space next to himself as he looked at me. I shook my head and his smile turned into a slight grimace, “I wasn’t asking,” he said sternly.
Shawn put his arm around me and held me to himself, “We’ll stand,” he said.
The old man shook his head and opened his briefcase, pulling out a shiny silver pistol, “No, you won’t,” he said sternly, “you will sit in that chair right there and she will sit right here, beside me.”
I pried Shawn’s arm from me and looked back at him, “It’s okay,” I said. I walked over to the couch and sat down as Shawn sat in the chair just to the side of me.
I cringed as I felt the cold metal of the gun press against my waist, “Now, we’re just going to talk like adults,” the old man said, “and we’re going to renegotiate a couple of things.”
Shawn swallowed hard and I gasped as the gun pushed harder against me, “Understand?” the old man asked.
I nodded and Shawn did as well. I kept eye contact with my boyfriend. I was practically begging him to just go along with it, but I saw his fist clench and I closed my eyes, fearing he would do something we’d both regret.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/idrrwi/strangers_on_a_train_part_one_voyeurism_coworkers
I definitely need a part 2
This. Is. Amazing.
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