Hi.As some of you might know, I had posted in r/RandomActsOfBlowjob and was searching for adate in a public train. I actually made this out of fun and was excited but didn’treally think, that this would really happen.
However, I received literally hundreds of messages within a few hours and was completelyoverwhelmed. I am still really sorry, that I wasn’t able to answer everyone. Itwas just too much. Sorry.
I started to chat with a few guys and didn’t took long until I had a favorite. I honestlydon’t really know why, but I just knew that it was going to be him. We chatted maybe 45min, then did a fakecheck and agreed on the terms. It happened veryfast.
It was a rather rainy evening, but not too cold actually. We had agreed to meet in the S9, a trainline which isn’t very crowded – perfect for our plan.
We had agreed to meet directly in the train. He entered the train two stations beforeme, searched for a good place and texted me, so I could directly go to theright wagon.
Since I was pretty nervous, I decided to enter a different wagon and then walk through the train and win some time. My heart was racing and I was not sure what to expect. When I finally arrived, I was kind of relieved to see him sitting there. He had not noticed me, so I could observe him for a few moments. His face was somehow serious but with a hint of excitement. It was a strange mix of emotions that made him even more attractive than before.
Honestly, my hands started shaking and I was about to run away a few times. I seriously had to convince myself to stay and just do this. My legs felt like jelly as I approached him. It was a weird situation. How would you greet someone on an occasion like this? I seriously thought about that and had no idea. I mean, I didn’t know that guy at all, somaybe it would be appropriate to just say “Hi” or even shake hands. Otherwise, I was planning to do pretty intimate things with him. How weirdwould a handshake be? We hugged and I could feel his body trembling slightly. I knew he was as nervous as I was, but also excited to finally meet me.
I sat down directly in front of him. There was a very nervous silence for what felt like an eternity. I could see his eyes running up and down my body. He tried to maintain eye contact, but his gaze kept being drawn downward. “Nice tomeet you” he said, rasping to break the silence.
The small talk started off bumpy and it felt like we were both hoping that a group of loud partypeople were about to get on the train to interrupt us. But we remained alone.
Again and again I caught him trying to catch a glimpse, either through the neckline in my jacket or even under my skirt. I wasn’t mad about it, after all I know why we met. But it was still hard to ignore.
To be completely honest here: at that point, I wasn’t really turned on. I did notice what made me attracted to him and I was actually surprised that he was even more handsome in reality then on the pictures. However, all of this felt more like a mission that I wanted to accomplish instead of something that satisfies me.
Maybe that was the reason why I didn’t really know how to move on. I still vividly remember how I was searching for excuses – mainly for myself – to get out of this situation. At some point I was almost sure that I had lost the battle in my mind and won’t follow through with this.
But then, suddenly, during another pause in our small talk, when he was again trying to sneak a peek at the base of my skirt, I very slowly and only very slightly opened my legs. It wasn’t a lot. Actually, I assume it was barely noticeable. But it was certainly enough to surprise myself. I had no idea why I was doing that. It wasn’t a conscious decision. I just did it.
It immediately changed everything!
He instantly noticed and looked up. His eyes were wide open and his mouth agape as if he was trying to say something, but couldn’t find the words. He was obviously surprised by this action of mine. At that moment I knew that I had won the battle. I could feel my heart start racing faster and a heat wave running through my body .We didn’t have to say anything. We both knew what was going to happen. We just stared a teach other for a few more moments before I dropped to my knees in front of him.
He winced as I put my hands on his thighs. I looked up and he suddenly seemed so nervous. I loved it!
I could see a bulge in his jeans already, so I knew he wanted this as much as I did. I slowly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled it down a bit. There was so much tension in the air right now. I started to touch his penis, which was still hiding in the boxershorts but grew bigger with every second. I was now in the mood to tease him a bit. I played with the edge of his shorts but didn’t pull them down immediately. He was already moaning.
I looked up again. Deep into his eyes. His look was so full of anticipation. I smiled and slowly pulled his boxershorts down, inch by inch until his dick suddenly jumped out and stood up slightly swinging in front of me.
I looked at it. He must have shaved right before he left. It looked very smooth and clean and I could smell the shaving gel. I became curious of how it might taste.
I put my hands on his thighs again and as if it was a lollipop, I started to gently touch the top with my tongue and exploring it from different angles. It tasted like salty caramel with coconut – and I remember thinking about this exact combination at that moment.
I moved down, slowly and without losing contact until I reached the base, which felt even softer than expected. He was now moaning louder. His hands were trembling with excitement as he tried to control himself.
I knew he was craving for me to finally put it in my mouth but I wanted to tease him a bit more. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster as I started to lick him up and down. He moaned louder and louder with every move I made. He seemed to have completely forgot where we were.
He was brought back to reality, when the train stopped and he had to look out through the window if someone was heading to our wagon. When the train finally started again, he looked at me and said: “I can’t believe this. I feel like in a dream! You want me to do anything?” I actually thought about it for a second, while playing with his dick in my hands. But I had no idea what to say, so I decided to just move on.
His breathing was getting more and more intense. I could feel the passion rising in both of us. It was time for the next step. I opened my mouth and then actually just placed it over his dick and moved down as far as I could. As I held for a few moments, I could feel his hands running through my hair. His fingers were trembling. He was obviously enjoying this a lot.
He placed his hand on my head, as I started to move up and down. I moved faster and faster, trying to keep up the pace with his moans and the intensity of his breathing. He was now grabbing my head with both hands, pushing me deeper and deeper. His heart was beating like crazy and I could feel every single movement he made.
It was intense and my jar started to hurt, but I knew he wasn’t going to last long. I could feel it. So I tried to keep the pace, tried to go as deep as possible with every move. His grip became very strong. I could actually feel how his sperm was pumped through the veins towards the tip pf his dick.
Suddenly his grip became even stronger and he threw his head back with a loud moan. I felt the hot fluid filling my mouth and running down to my chin. It was intenseand exciting, but also kind of gross at the same time. His dick was still quivering and in a second explosion he pumped even more cum in my mouth.
We just froze for a few seconds. I have honestly no idea how long. But he was the one, who came back to reality first. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and looked around to check if anybody saw us. Nobody did.
He then grabbed my shoulders, pulled me up and sat me on his lap. We started kissing passionately and I remember being surprised, as I assumed that most men don’t want to kiss after a blowjob. We stayed like that for a while and it was a strange but somehow comforting feeling.
We took a train back and said goodbye at the station with a smile on our faces and butterflies in our stomachs. Neither of us said much, but we both knew that this was one of the most intense experiences in our life.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11n3plw/fm_i_met_a_redditor_to_give_him_a_blowjob_on_a
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