Public Blowjob on Train [Fiction] [MF] [Public Sex]

I traced the lines of the skyline with my eyes as the train crossed the East River. In a distant seat someone stood up and began walking, the stride, the pace, matched the movement of the train. I, lost in my thoughts, as lost as always, imagined a person, the person, walking to me. Swaying with the train, she stood to the left of me in front of an empty seat.

“The seat is free. Please….”

She shifted her small backpack frontwards, the shadow of the bridge’s steel bars obscured her face for a moment, but she wore a green summer dress, a backpack the color of cherries (or was it a purse?), boots, and a jacket still warm from the afternoon’s sunlight.

I knew her. I have known her all my life.

Today, her hair was as long and as wild as I have ever seen it. Maybe a shade darker. Changing from brown to gold, her hair fell across her left shoulder and over her chest. Today, I saw beyond that. I could see the savoriness of her skin, the melody of her movements, the comfort of her hips, the sweet smell of her. I could see the whole of her as easily as a full moon on a clear night.

I glanced her way. She held my eyes.

I could hear the song that moved her. Only I couldn’t remember the last time we met, or spending time together. I couldn’t remember the days over which I memorized the angle at the midpoint of her eyebrows, the sky-blue of her eyes, the point of her nose, and the tupelo honey-brown of her skin. But they were memorized.

Her hands fidgeted awkwardly for a moment, knowing not where to go. And I spotted it: wrapped on her finger I saw a thin metal band, golden. No… When I looked closer there was no ring, it must have been light bending around her.

With spontaneous confidence, my hand reached out to her’s.

Her hand gave mine a gentle squeeze, but then she flashed her most mischievous smile and looked around. I looked too.

No one else was in the cart.

Her eyes met mine again and she gave me the mischievous smile again: trouble–the good kind.

She kissed me, moving her hand away from mine and across my lap. She started caressing my crotch. My dick growing rock hard. As she played with her hand, I imaginedremembered her warmth. Her softness. Her moisture. Her pressure and resistance. The way every inch of her body, at one point, had tried to cover every inch of my body.

Her hand began unbuckling my belt. I played along, my body rotating a bit towards her’s. She undid the button and lowered the fly. Then, using both hands, lowered my pants and boxers pulling my cock out as she knelt in front of me.

Putting my hands below her ears, I pulled her towards me and kissed her. She allowed it for a moment, then had her own idea. I let go.

Her lips moved from my lips to my neck to my shoulder and down my chest. She moved between my legs stroking and licking the tip of my cock. She moved my hands to the back of her head: where I could guide it.

I looked down her dress and noticed her nipples, hard, pushing against it. I noticed one of her hands disappearing below her waist, as the other grabbed my leg for support. I gripped her hair, not tightly but firmly, and began moving her head up and down. Sometimes making her mouth take and hold me for a long moment.

I let go. “Your tongue, ” I said as I started massaging her breasts over her dress, feeling the bump of her nipples.

She obliged and started to moan a bit. She circled her tongue around the tip. I squirmed. With my whole cock in her mouth she stuck out her tongue and caressed my balls. And for the next few minutes, she slobbered up and down my shaft, both of us quietly moaning as the train moved onwards.

Then, she looked up. I loved her. She kissed my chest, my neck, my ear, my cheek, and my lips. The taste of her lips reminded me of days gone. Her lips tasted of happy summer nights under stars and tired but happy, stolen glances across a classroom. Kissing those lips came so naturally to me, that I cannot say when I truly did it for the first time or how I learned.

She formed a circle with her fingers and continued to stroke me back and forth. My cock was slippery allowing her to move faster and faster.

“Do you remember us?” she whispered. “Do you remember our tree? How it kept us company? Do you remember our “studying” afternoons?” She asked with a smirk. “You really were my first.” She said.

“No, I wasn’t,” I replied. “You told me of others… before…”

“There were,” she answered simply. “But you were my first: you were the first with whom it wasn’t a secret, with whom it wasn’t dirty, with whom I first laughed while naked,” she giggled. “It was with you that I first traded notes and tips about my body.”

“I had only began to understand them when you left.”

I could feel her hand tightening and slowing down at the same time. My hips moved automatically meeting each stroke with a thrust. “I want you to cum for me..”, she whispered over the sound of the train. My dick throbbed, she lowered her head tasting me again and a spasm shimmered through my body, and I shot my load into her mouth. She continued slobbering up and down my shaft for a moment, prolonging my orgasm.

When the world came back into focus, her mouth was moving away from my cock. I took a deep breath. She sat next to me again, and I buttoned my pants again. I looked to the side, and she kissed me on the mouth with hunger. I wanted to give her everything in that kiss: my love, my imagination, my dreams, my self. I felt her lips but also the warmth of her face and water: a tear.

The sun finally set beyond the horizon just as the train came to a stop. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the rustling of a green dress and a splash of cherry, then the rustling fell still.

When I turned, she was gone… Gone!… Nothing remained, save her happy scent: summer nights and first smiles and ice cream….

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