Train journeys don’t have to be boring [MF] [PUBLIC]

I’m so glad you all enjoyed my first story, I know it was fairly tame so I’ll now share with you a more adventurous tale from a few years ago.

I’ve always been a confident outgoing person, never afraid to talk to strangers and make new friends. So, the scenario of being on a train alone and striking up a conversation with a handsome stranger is not out of the ordinary for me. He was mid 20’s, around 6ft and of average build, subtly good looking – not smack you in the face gorgeous, but you wouldn’t pass him by without a second glance. His most striking feature were his cobalt blue eyes, the sort you could get lost in for hours.

I was in my usual vintage garb; swing dress with a sweetheart neckline, seamed stockings and patent black high heels. We were sat opposite each other in one of the sections with a table in between us, very few other people in the carriage and they were spaced out far enough away that we could chat without having to lower our voices too much. I’d noticed him trying to look at me surreptitiously and called him out on it, embarrassing him slightly, but I put him at ease with a coy smile and a flutter of eyelashes.

He said he was just interested in the way I was dressed as you don’t see too many people in full 50’s attire in the middle of the day on a train to London. We continued to chat for a while and I dropped a few very obvious hints that I liked him; dipping my head as I laughed at his jokes allowing my red curls to playfully fall over my shoulders, drawing his gorgeous eyes towards my deep cleavage, biting my lower lip occasionally as I listened to him and holding his gaze for just a fraction of a second too long.

I’d decided I was going to have him the moment our eyes met and I was fairly sure he would be game, I just wondered how brazen we could be; would I have to wait until we reached our stop and find somewhere convenient, or could we be naughty and try it right here on the train…

As a test of his boldness, I slipped off one of my shoes and stretched out my stockinged leg until my foot rested on his seat, directly between his legs. He looked down… looked at me… had a quick glance around the carriage, reached down and began running his fingers softly up my leg, caressing my calf. Now, it had been my intention to use my foot to massage the bulge I was sure I would find in his trousers, but his action took me entirely by surprise and I couldn’t help a sharp intake of breath and the smile which was spreading across my whole face. He told me how much he loved stockings and that my seamed ones were particularly arousing, he said he wanted to trace the seam all the way up and discover where it led. This was enough to get my heart racing and the familiar warm wet sensation between my legs.

I thrust my foot forwards, seeking out his manhood and was rewarded by the already hard bulge which I massaged eagerly. He leaned back in his seat, holding my gaze with those crystal blue eyes and a hint of colour began flushing his face as he clearly enjoyed what I was doing for him. I asked, in a hushed tone, if he had ever had sex in a public place before. He shook his head no and then looked at me quizzically, “oh yes” I said, “a few times”. I felt him get harder at that and the look of lust washing over his face told me all I needed to know.

I had noticed in the carriage in front of ours, when I was walking through to pick my seat, that they had one of these large disabled toilets with the curved doors. I told him to meet me there in a few minutes and not to keep me waiting too long. I gave him a decent view as I sashayed down the aisle away from him, turning at the door to flash another coy smile.

Once I reached my destination I had a few minutes to make sure I was looking my best, straighten my stockings and refresh my red lipstick. What a waste of time that was! As soon as he entered the small room he pushed me up against the wall and kissed me so passionately it undid all my work. He held my face in his hands and whispered “you’re a little tease aren’t you, look what you’ve done to me…. I hope you enjoy a rough fuck”. With that he spun me round and bent me over the rails next to the toilet, I muffled a little cry of excitement as he lifted my skirts and revealed the tops of my stockings and my bare backside with the suspender straps taught against my skin. He did exactly as he wanted and traced the seam of my stocking softly upwards till his hand rested firmly against my skin. The first slap produced a nice loud cry of surprise from me, the second a deep moan of pleasure, after the third I turned my head and breathily begged him to fuck me.

He slipped his trousers down, ran his fingers across my soaking wet pussy and used my juices to lubricate his cock. He teased me with the tip of it for a few seconds before plunging it deep inside of me; when he said “rough fuck” he wasn’t joking, I hardly had chance to catch my breath between thrusts. He held my hair in one hand, my hip in the other and pulled himself as deep into me as he possibly could. All I could do was hold onto the bar I was bent over and enjoy the building waves of orgasm as he pumped harder, harder and deeper. I felt it as he grew larger inside me and his body began to stiffen with his orgasm. He started to pull out just as the first rope of cum was released and it covered the outside of my pussy perfectly, the rest he aimed over my bare arse as he pumped every drop out. I lay there for a moment in pure bliss as he caught his breath.

We cleaned ourselves up and I went back to my seat, he followed shortly afterwards. The rest of the journey was filled with conversation about our past exploits and what we still had to do on our “bucket list”; my list was by far the longest…

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