Lost in Japan [F] [M]

Sitting in a packed train was the last place she expected to feel damp between her thighs. But his hand was resting on her lap, a lightweight jacket draped across the top of her thighs. He whispered in her right ear, nuzzling it “I’m just warming you up, so that by the time we get to your hotel, I’ll be fucking you in the elevator.”

Her breath hitched as he pushed apart her thighs. Her cheeks reddened but she maintained her composure, despite the ogling she received from commuters. The eyes seemed to follow her, but she didn’t mind it so much. Especially when she was thinking about what his dexterous fingers were doing in her lap.

The Japanese commuters seemed none the wiser as to the increasingly wet spot between her legs. He probed further, and she felt herself swell and grow tight. He stroked the apex between her thighs gently, but firmly. He was good. He breathed in her ear again “two more stops.” He grinned. She seemed cool, but on the inside, she was a hot mess. The pressure was building, and she needed release.

He knew it too. As he played with the delicate little nib nestled inside her lingerie, he felt himself growing hard. All he could think about was how she’d taste, and then how she’d feel. He could tell she was tight. She had wider hips but next to no thigh gap. That meant she was going to be nice and tight. And wet it seemed, from what he could feel.

He rubbed her until his fingers were wet with her juices. He was so anxious to taste her he almost blew their cover. She pushed her face into his neck and kissed him gently below his left earlobe. He liked that. It was just one of those spots.

“Arriving at Nagatchō station,” the train conductor’s voice sounded over the system.

“That’s us,” he whispered, and pulled on her hand. Collecting her jacket and whatever was left of her dignity, she looked back to see a slight wet patch on the seat. Woops.

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As they walked along the back streets of the neighbourhood, she decided she couldn’t wait to have him. Spotting a dark parking space under an office building she pushed him against the wall and kissed him passionately. Before she knew it he had grabbed her hands and twirled her around so she was facing the wall. Pressing his body against hers, she could feel his erection against her backside. Instinctively she pushed back against him. He spread her knees apart and drew her hands above her head. Still tightly pressed against her, he kissed her neck, breathing in her ear “I need you.”

He lifted her skirt and with his left hand searched for her wetness. He plunged a finger inside. ‘God she was tight,’ he thought to himself. He was rock hard. All he could think about was fucking her. He was giddy. He breathed in her scent and unlatched his belt. His jeans dropped, and he bent her body slightly. Just the right height. He teased her pussy with the head of his cock, and she moaned.

Stifling it, he slid inside. He had to take it slow – wanted to enjoy this, enjoy her. He pulled her hips back against his, and tried again. This time he pushed his whole length in. Slowly, with intent. She let out a loud sigh. Again, slowly. In. Out. In. Out. With each thrust she sighed, each one more high pitched than the last.

He moaned as she scratched her blood red nails down his back, before planting long sensual kisses along his neck, up to his ear. She held the sides of his face and kissed him passionately, the tension was still building. They were both waiting for something.

He felt her tighten with each push inside. He felt light headed. Her body was driving him wild. The way she moved under him, the way she moved against him… it was just…. hot. He could feel himself wanting to cum, but was saving that for later. He pleaded with himself to last, as much as his body was begging him to let go.

She broke away and skipped ahead of him. He was definitely not letting her get away so fast. He caught her up and pushed her against the door of a now-closed izakaya. Taking her hands he pulled them above her head and pressed them against the door. She tried to push back but he was firm. She wasn’t getting away with it this time. He leant in to kiss her, his free hand groping her breasts through her bright sweater.

Moving her hips against him she spun around, her body now pressed against the door. She guided his hips to sit against her ass. He gripped her waist and pushed his weight into her. She was getting wetter by the second. She wanted him, but she was enjoying this teasing game they were playing. She could go for hours like this. She didn’t realise that so could he.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hm4yx7/lost_in_japan_f_m