The Handsome Passenger: Sex on a Train

A hot guy walks into your train car. You lock eyes and soon you’re in his lap. Couldn’t happen… or could it?

Clack clack, clack clack, the sound echoed in my ears as I jostled from side to side. I closed my eyes. Why did I choose to ride on this old fashioned monster? The view was nice, but after a couple of hours I was starting to wish I had booked the super fast bullet train. I tried to think of something positive to calm my stomach. Just then, the door to my car opened, and a rather handsome passenger stepped inside. Hmm, I thought, at least there’s something nice to look at.

As our fingers touched, a jolt of sexual electricity ran through my body.

Our eyes met and he gave me a half smile and a bit of a raised eyebrow. I think I returned his smile, but feeling queasy, I’m not sure how I came across. I was pleased when he took a seat just a couple of rows away, close enough for us to make conversation if we wanted. You should make a move, I told myself. How often would a handsome passenger like this cross paths with me?

I was about to say something when he turned toward me. “Are you feeling all right? Would you like a drink?” He pulled out an insulated bag with some mini cans of soda. “Wow, that would actually be perfect. Thank you so much,” I said. He came over, gesturing to the seat next to me with a silent ask. I nodded, my heart beating faster. As our fingers touched for a moment, a jolt of sexual electricity ran through my body. I wondered if my new handsome passenger friend felt it too.

Was this hot handsome passenger really going to play out my sex fantasy?

We engaged in small talk, said unimportant things, his body moved closer to mine. The queasiness in my stomach turned to butterflies. I spoke about the view, turned toward him, let my thigh touch his, happily giving in to temptation. His arm slid around my back and he looked into my eyes to see if that’s what I wanted. I put my hand on his face and boldly brought it down to mine. “Yes,” I whispered, our lips touching.

His response was instant, moaning into my mouth and lightly brushing my tongue with his. He grabbed me and shifted me onto his lap, kissing me deeply. Was this hot handsome passenger really going to play out a sex fantasy like this? Was I dreaming? If I had been, the hard dick pressing against my ass woke me up. I looked around. There was no one behind us, but there were several people a few rows ahead. Suddenly one of them stood up.

“This is a dream come true, Eve,” he said.

I fell onto the seat, giggling, not wanting the other passenger to see us intertwined. Public sex is hot, but not if you get interrupted. Jack (aka Mr. Handsome Passenger) looked around nonchalantly, presumably avoiding the gaze of the others, then turned toward me. Laying me on the seat, he lifted my dress and admired my curvy body, kissing my stomach and taking my nipples into his mouth. He slid my panties down my legs, then quickly pulled my dress back down, sitting me up as we heard voices and people moving around nearby.

“Let’s look at the view,” he whispered in my ear. He sat me sideways on the seat facing out the window, then got behind me, wrapping a blanket around himself. He kissed my neck and ran his fingers lightly over my body. “This is a dream come true, Eve,” he said. You’re telling me! It’s not every day a handsome passenger on a train comes to sit by me and ends up behind me unzipping his pants.

I brought Jack with me into a sensual dance that matched the motion of the train.

It was a clever idea. To an observer, Jack was sitting on the seat holding me in his arms as we both calmly looked out the window. For us, we were hot, hard, wet. Our four hands were rubbing, stroking, grasping, then aligning ourselves under my dress. Jack grabbed my hips and there was a moment of connection and calm as my handsome passenger and I breathed together. It was like I’d forgotten the rough rhythm of the train.

Then he plunged into me, hard and deep. I cried out, burying my mouth into his upper arm. I could feel the train again, could feel it inside me, knocking me around. Focusing on the rhythm, clack clack, clack clack, I brought Jack with me into a sensual dance that matched the motion of the train. It took skill and restraint to keep a steady tempo, and we both began to moan and sweat as the intensity grew. I came first, shaking with a silent scream, setting off Jack, who laid his head on my shoulder and stayed there for a while.

I wanted my “hot handsome passenger on a train” sex fantasy to last forever.

Closing my eyes, I relaxed and just enjoyed feeling Jack inside me. I couldn’t believe my “hot handsome passenger on a train” sex fantasy had come true! I wanted it to last forever.

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