“So what do you take? Coffee or tea?” She asked.
She noticed the cart coming – and then she noticed he was asleep. She went to kick his leg from her seat, but then decided to do something just a little more sensual. She gingerly stood from her seat, leaned over him, and pressed her hand softly on his shoulder.
“Hey, do you want some coffee? Tea?” She said. Her voice wrapped up the words with a gentle quality, just the way she wanted.
He drifted back into consciousness.
“Huh?” Was all he managed. And then the cart was there.
She decided to be bold. *I will sleep with men. I will sleep with men. I will sleep with this man… probably.* She felt her sexual thoughts gain momentum. *I want to see what he’s got hidden in his pants. I want to feel his chest, and his broad shoulders. I want to nibble and kiss his ne-*
“Will either of you be having anything? Coffee? Tea?” The server said.
“Yeah,” the guy said, wiping his face with his hand, just to wake himself up. “Coffee. Please.” He nodded his thanks as he received the terrible paper cup.
“Same, please.” Tess added.
They were alone again. The carriage was relatively empty. They sipped their coffees, stealing glances.
“So what’s your name?” Tess asked finally. She levelled her best gaze at him, and preyed it knocked him.
“Andrew. Yours?”
“Tess.”
“That’s a pretty name.” He said, on the offensive.
“I like Andrew.”
He nodded. Taking in all the implications her response might possibly contain. He smiled to himself and polished off his coffee.
There was a beat. Something had arrived. Some kind of warranted tension. They were both ready. They both inhaled as though to speak, and then didn’t.
Finally, Andrew let out, “How much?”
“What do you mean, ‘how much’?”
He paused. Dropping his own best gaze on her. “How much do you ‘like Andrew’?”.
She nodded… continued to nod. “A lot.”
*What is my heart doing. Oh my god.*
She felt like she was having a panic attack. A good panic attack; a panic attack that felt reinvigorating, like there was a life force in it, and she was poised to use that energy and throw it back at him.
“A whole lot.”
Before she was finished she’d decided she had to do something. She got up out of her seat. For a moment Andrew looked startled, but then he realized what was going on.
Tess began to fiddle with the upper compartment and her bag, looking for nothing at all, and she’d wandered over to his side of the booth. Her pussy was just a few inches from the top of his right knee. He began to lift it, just a little bit, and she pressed forward against it.
It immediately made her open her mouth, just a bit, revealing a cute set of two front teeth hitting her bottom lip.
“Fuck.” She heard him mutter.
She began rocking against his knee. She moved her neck involuntarily.
“Ugh, god.” She whispered. “Godddd.”
She saw the beginnings of a bulge appear in his pants. This time it wasn’t his phone. Definitely not his phone.
He saw her notice it and went on the offensive. He put his hand in his pocket and re-arranged his cock, this time making it more pronounced. She could definitely see his cock now, and it made her fucking wet. She felt a deep pull of sexual desire below her navel, right down to her clit, and it made her ache. Ache.
He started applying pressure back and forth, and she lost all interest in faking looking through the upper compartment and began pressing her pussy against his knee, starting to lean over him.
He gently took her in his arms and offered her the seat next to him instead of in front of him. She sat down and immediately rested her head against his shoulder. She faux-innocently placed her hand on his stomach, and let it drift and rock with the natural rhythm of the train down until it was over the beginnings of the bulge. He moved his hand so it was over her thigh, gently squeezing, running it up and down, closer to her pussy and then down by her knee.
She moaned, secretly, into his ear, and they both closed their eyes.
“Blanket?” A passing train employee offered, thinking they were asleep.
“Please. Thanks.” Said Andrew.
He threw the blanket over them as hastily as possible and they got back to it. She gripped his bulge from outside his pants. It was thick. Fucking thick.
“Ugh.” She said aloud into his ear, and then began nibbling on his earlobe.
“I want to feel how wet you are.” He breathed to her, and slipped his hand beneath the front of her yoga pants.
She was soaking. Fucking soaked. Everything felt like prime pleasure. Just the feeling of his hand, his strong forearm, against her navel and down onto her pussy, rubbing over her clit, sent her into convulsions, and she had her first orgasm. The build up is everything.
“Please, please, please.” She murmured. “Andrew.”
She could feel how rock hard his stomach was. How strong his shoulders were. She gripped them as she orgasmed, making sure to wring every bit of sexual desire out of the experience as possible.
She went mute as she finished. Then she let out of a massive breath of air, and began working on him.
He had his hand on the back of her head, something she usually found degrading, but this time she liked it. In fact, she didn’t need the hand on the back of her head. She was going to suck his cock whether he liked it or not – and he’d like it.
She brought the blanket over her head and got to work, taking his cock out of his sweat pants and into her mouth. She tasted pre-cum. Salty and slow-moving, like honey. She lapped it up. Some got on her nose and it only made her more wet.
She wasn’t used to this but she was crazed. Her sexual urges made her into something else, someone emboldened by the danger and the pleasure she was creating in him. She swallowed his cock right down to the bottom of the shaft, and then brought it back out again. She did this multiple times. The pace was slow, but deliberate, and she could tell it was working because he bucked his hips every time she made it down to the bottom of his shaft. She used her tongue to apply pressure up and down his cock and as she pulled it back out she began sucking on the head, softly at first, and then harder.
She worked so as not to be too obvious, doing most of the work with her hand, up and down, hard and soft, and using her tongue to tease the tip of his cock.
She heard him moan quietly, move his hips, and that was it. She knew what was coming. She pushed her head down again, taking all of his beautiful cock into her mouth, and felt it spasm. She could’ve stayed there forever. She loved the feeling of a guy cumming in her mouth. She loves the throbbing. The shallow breath. The absolute pleasure that permeates ever part of the man. It made her clit throb.
She swallowed, wiped her pretty mouth using the bottom of the blanket, and then pulled her head back out. She fixed her hair. He pulled his pants back up. They glanced at each other and smiled bashfully.
Tess knew to act bashful, but she’d do it over and over again for the next 5 hours if he wanted. Something had come from deep within her and all she wanted was cock. His cock was beautiful. Veins, a deep beige colour, and circumcised. She would swallow his cock as often as possible until they pulled into Montreal.
And she did.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fpfgo8/mf_a_hot_train_ride_to_montreal_she_sucks_off_a