[FM] Fingered by a stranger in the train

So a few days ago, I was on an evening train, going to visit an old friend of mine. I plop down on an empty seat and get cozy since I have a few hours to spare. I was wearing a dark grey thick wool sweater and black leggings. I brought my favorite book to occupy my time and hiked my legs up, getting comfortable, one of the many benefits of being short as fuck.

A tall, dark haired man comes up to me and asks if the seat next to me is free. I nod, his deep voice resonating through me. He sits down and I immediately take note of him. He’s definitely a few years older than me, late 20s or early 30s. He was wearing worn jeans and a light sweater and had an athletic build.

We start chatting and discover we are heading to the same place. We clicked right away and I put my book away, reaching down to get my blanket from my bag since I’m always fucking cold. I feel his eyes on my ass as my sweater rides up, cool air hitting my lower back. I feel a thrill go through me, I hadn’t had sex in a few days and was getting antsy. Could be worse I suppose but my pussy was persistently aching and no dildo nor fingers could replace the feeling of a hot throbbing cock fucking me raw. Stop it, I command myself.

I look back at him as his eyes dart back to my face. I smile and deliberately adjust the waistband of my leggings, his eyes once again going to my ass. I don’t give a fuck what we were talking about now, I’m thinking with my pussy now, and I want to come.

“You like what you see” I ask teasingly. “Oh yeah” he whispers, his eyes glancing down at my mouth.

“Well do something then,” I figure I have nothing to lose anyway. I grab his hand and place it under the blanket, his palm resting on my pussy.

He takes over now, rubbing my pussy over my leggings. I bite my lip to keep from whimpering, the weight of his fingers just a taste of what is to come. He dives into my panties, his index and middle finger slide along my lips, between them, coating himself in my wetness. He groans feeling how wet I am for him. I grip his forearm and urge him to continue, god I need it so badly. He continues his measured strokes along my pussy, getting closer to my clit each time. My hips are gyrating and bucking by the time he softly touches my clit.

My breath escapes me as he starts to firmly rub in small circles. Fuck, I’m not going to last much longer at this rate. Two fingers press into me as his thumb continues the deliberate strokes against my clit.

“Ah fuck” I mutter, feeling my pussy flood and swell under his touch. My hands grip the headrest above me as I start to pant. God, his fingers felt so fucking good, rough but gentle at the same time. Thicker, firmer, and stronger than mine, it’s been too long.

He goes faster now, harder, not taking any pity on my g-spot as my clit starts to pulse. I slide my hands under my sweater and knead my tits, feeling how hard my nipples have become. I twist them, pinch them as his eyes flick towards me. His clenches his jaw and I know he likes what he sees.

He seems to have lost control now, fingers moving inside me deliciously as I get dangerously close to the edge. I know this is going to be a good one, I can just feel it. My eyes slam shut and I bite my bottom lip hard, the only thing keeping me from yelling, moaning uncontrollably.

He presses harder against my clit as my orgasm crashes through me, my pussy clenching and releasing tightly, oh so many times, my mind going blank, all I can do is feel. When I come back to planet earth, I look over at him, his fingers still glossy from my pussy. As if he was waiting for me to look at him, he slides his fingers into his hot mouth, eyes closing involuntarily.

“God you taste so fucking good” he whispers hoarsely as he crushes his mouth against mine. I taste myself on him as my tongue meets his, my pussy responding once again. I see how hard he is, his cock straining beneath the zipper of his jeans. He starts kissing and licking my neck as I rub his bulge, feeling him stiffen even more under my palm.

We get in an Uber back to his place, and I release his throbbing cock from his jeans. Stroking, rubbing his head, smearing precum everywhere as he throws his head back, finally getting some relief. We arrive at his apartment and he slams me against his front door, not even bothering to unlock it. God hands were everywhere, his mouth was everywhere, sucking and biting my neck as I grip his hair. We barge inside as I rip my leggings off, yanking his belt and jeans down. He hikes my leg up and rubs his cock up and down my pussy as I reach down and grip his ass. I need it now, fuck being teased. He drives into me in one fluid stroke.

Oh God, he was so thick inside me, stretching me deliciously, painfully, too good. He starts moving, every thrust dragging against my walls and making me scream in pleasure. I yank his mouth back against me as he slams up into me, his hot mouth greedy for more.

I reach down and rub my clit, knowing I won’t last much longer and needing to come once again. He buries his face in my neck and just keeps on driving as I furiously rub myself, feeling my pussy tighten up. He bites my neck lightly and that’s it, I explode all over him, my pussy gripping him so tightly he stops thrusting and just breathes harshly against my neck.

As my orgasm subsides, he starts ploughing once again as my mouth meets his, feeling him shoot inside me, jet after jet of hot sticky cum coating my pussy.

So anyways, we exchanged numbers and are going to meet up again soon. In the meantime, I’ve fingered myself too many times to count, imaging it’s him, getting me off, coming harder each time.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/76mkzj/fm_fingered_by_a_stranger_in_the_train