Fucking a Stranger in Public on a Train ♕

Fucking a stranger in public- a new high for me

Fucking a stranger wasn’t on my agenda but it happened last week. I got on the train to work and as I usually do I grabbed my tablet to read some stories online and also to write my own. I was alone in my seat; I always prefer to take either the first cabin or the last one because they are not so crowded and then I have more privacy to read and write.

At one of the stops, a man came in and wanted to sit next to me. I took my bag off the seat and let him sit there. We greeted each other and I continued what I was doing. I was super concentrated on the story I was writing and I didn’t want to lose focus because I would end up losing the story idea.

But at the same time I wanted privacy to write so I looked quickly at him to make sure he wasn’t paying attention to my work and saw that he was concentrating on his phone. I continued to write my girl on girl confession, then, carefree.

After a few minutes, I realized he was reading what I was writing. He had put down his cell phone and turned to look at my text. I thought about bringing the tablet closer to me, but as I looked up at him, he disguised it and looked the other way.

I continued writing but he was looking back at my screen.

So I let him see what I was writing. Maybe I could spice up his thoughts, give him ideas for a relationship, or just help him have a livelier day, I thought. No way I’d be fucking a stranger from this.

And I kept writing, and he kept reading my text discreetly.

Suddenly I felt his hand lightly on my leg.

I thought it was nothing, maybe he had accidentally bumped his hand into me.

But his hand stayed there and his fingers started to caress my thigh.

I didn’t respond. Admittedly, he was a sexy man and wore a cologne that smelled really good. I thought about asking him to stop or move to another seat, but he was hot. And what a great opportunity to have sex on the train before going to work.

So I let him caress my skin. I opened my legs a little and his hand slid inside my thigh.

At this point, I turned to him.

“Your writing is making me so horny,” he said.

“That’s the idea,” I replied.

His face came closer to mine and we kissed. Then his hand held the back of my neck tightly and we shared a long kiss that made me very excited. I can’t believe I’m about to fuck a stranger in public!

His hand went down to my shirt and cupped one of my breasts. My hand, meanwhile, gripped the large tent between his legs and I felt it throb.

I unzipped my jeans and pulled them down. His fingers penetrated me and slid deep into my pussy which was also throbbing.

I opened his pants and his dick popped out. A thick, long cock that I wanted to put in my mouth. As there was no one in the seat next to him, I lowered my mouth and sucked him.

The sucking noise and the choking sound of his cock in my throat made the person in the front seat stir and almost turn toward us.

I got up and he pulled me onto his lap, making me sit with my back to him. His hands opened my folds and he thrusts inside me.

I was fucking a stranger in public.

I contracted my pussy tight on his large cock, and made discreet movements so the rest of the train wouldn’t notice what we were doing, well, at least it’s what I thought.

He was panting as hard as I was, and I felt the warm air coming out of his mouth on the back of my neck which made me shiver. His hands gripped my hips, went down over my cheeks, and in a moment found my asshole. The circular motions of his fingers around my ass nearly made me moan loudly with pleasure.

I accelerated my up and down movements on his cock, and his hands cupped and squeezed my tits. My hand massaged my clit at the same time.

I felt his cock pulsate and suddenly felt the spurt of his cum inside me. And then came the pulse of my pussy on his cock, coming, and smearing his cock all over with my cum. Fucking a stranger was such a thrill.

I leaned my back against his chest and abdomen and stayed there for a few moments until I recovered. Then I got up off his lap and pulled up my jeans.

“Now you can write about a real experience,” he said.

“Almost all of my stories are things that actually happened to me,” I replied, winking at him.

The next stop was mine. I got off and he stayed on the train. Maybe we’ll see each other again, who knows.

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