[FM] Wife’s story of display on train for stranger

i woke up early for my first lecture of the day…the ususal trip…i’d jump on the bus and then catch the train. i pulled on a light cotton shirt and my leggings, threw my hair up in a loose bun and headed out the door. looking out the bus window my mind begins to wander to one of my favourite fantasies… fucking a complete stranger in a public place where we might be seen. the chance of getting caught always makes it so much more exciting. at the next stop a guy, probably a few years older than me, boards the bus and sits on the seat across the aisle. he looks over and i follow his gaze as he checks me out…my strappy sandals…my crossed legs. he pauses on my hardened nipples visible through my shirt. i imagine what he is thinking and will him to look at me in the eye. he gives me a knowing smile. before i know it the bus pulls in at the interchange and i reluctantly stand up to get off the bus. the mysterious stranger across from me follows me to the train platform and takes a seat the next seat up from me. acutely aware of his presence and attention my heart beats faster and i can feel the heat between my thighs…. the train eventually pulls into the platform and i stand up and walk to the edge of the platform. the guy from the bus stands near me – clearly we were going to be sitting in the same carriage and i was glad – i was enjoying this flirtation. i board the train and make my way downstairs half keeping an eye behind me to make sure i still have company. i sit in an empty 3 seater and slide over to the window. by the time the train departs the station there are only a few people sitting in front of me in my carriage. My hot admirer had sat down in a seat diagonally opposite me which faced the back of the carriage – he could look at me without even turning around!

my imagination began to run wild. how i would have loved him to have sat right next to me – to have ran his hands up the inside of my thighs to feel my leggings soaked through from my wet pussy. how i wanted him to rip my leggings down, stand behind me, spread my legs, push me over the seat and jam his fat cock into my dripping pussy. oh god i was so turned on i could barely look at him without blushing! i’m sure he could read my mind because he looked at me with such lust in his eyes. my eyes scanned over his body and paused at his crotch – his trousers were tight and he obviously had a hard on.

i followed his eyes which were resting between my legs. i realised that i had my hand resting on the top of my thighs and that my fingers were pressing into my pussy. i was so turned on i had been touching myself without even knowing it. and i’d been caught! suddenly self conscious i pull my hand away. the stranger raises his eyes to meet mine and looks disappointed. he gestures at my pussy and smiles at me. encouraging me. willing me. shyly i place my hand back on the top of my thigh and continue to put pressure on my clit. a smile spreads across his face and he shifts his position in his seat. his eyes light up and he is fixed.

ever so slowly i move my fingers further between my legs and open them a little more so that he get a better view. i sit there looking at him as his eyes stare hungrily at my fingers working my pussy and then move up to meet my gaze. he doesnt know where to look. my breathing quickens and my fingers start pressing into my pussy lips harder and faster. i am so horny. god i wish he would walk over and fuck me right here in front of the other commuters. bearing it no longer i slide my hand up the inside of my shirt and down the top of my leggings and move it towards my pussy lips. oh the wetness. the sound of my fingers working my pussy lips seems to drown out the sound of the train but i cant stop. i dont care. he watches as my fingers move under my clothing. my lips part and my breathing becomes audible. i tilt my head back unable to feed my pussy fast enough. i groan in ecstacy as my body begins to shudder and i have my first orgasm in front of an unknown audience. i lower my head and meet his eyes – his lust filled eyes penetrate mine and he smiles.

as the train pulls into the next station he stands up – this was his stop. i could see his cock was still so hard under his trousers. he steps towards me, leans over and whispers, ‘i hope i catch the same train tomorrow,’ and he heads for the stairs.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/85a006/fm_wifes_story_of_display_on_train_for_stranger