“I coyly bit my lip and looked away hoping that he would stop as the sight of him only made me more wet.”
Continued from: Erotica: It Was All A Dream – Part I
I quickly looked away and I turned beat red in the nanoseconds it took me to pull my hands out of my bra, and from between my legs. After regaining my composure, I glanced back over only to notice him wink at me and continue pleasuring himself. I coyly bit my lip and looked away hoping that he would stop as the sight of him only made me more wet.
I could see out of the corner of my eye that he had no intention of stopping, and I was becoming more and more excited at the thought that he was thinking of me as he held his cock in his rough and calloused hand. It was at that moment that I had noticed I missed my stop, and quickly composing myself and gathering my things, I ran off the train at the next stop not looking back.
I thought I was alone as it was late, and this was not a popular stop, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was someone there. No sooner had I turned around, than I felt him grab my wrist. Then without so much as a word, he pushed me up against the wall under the stairs and kissed me. Under other circumstances, I would have protested, but his rough and calloused hand pinned my wrist above my head and the other grabbed my breast as he pressed his lips against mine. It was a deep passionate kiss. He seemed insatiable as his tongue delved into my mouth.
I arched my back pushing my breasts against him, needing to feel his firm chest. Despite not knowing his name, I couldn’t stop myself. I quickly unbuttoned his pants as he proceeded to kiss down my neck. Using my one free hand I pulled down his zipper as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. After sliding his pants to midway down his thighs he pinned me completely, firmly to the wall. He was tall, and I was already wet – we knew foreplay was out of the question. He easily slid in between my warm, wet lips, just like that. He hooked my right leg in his strong arm, holding it to him so he could thrust into my pussy harder. As he pounded me, I was grateful there was another train going by as I began to moan in ecstasy.
It lasted but a few erotic moments. It was as if the train pulling out of the station was his cue. As quickly as he slid inside of me, he pulled out. As quickly as I had undone his pants they were back on. And as quickly as we met, he turned around and left. He walked away, up the stairs, out of the train station, out of sight, and out of my life. He left me aching, yearning to cum, to know his name, to feel more of him inside of me. He left me there to compose myself, an impossible task.
Now I’m more inclined to take public transportation. Who knows maybe one night, late, and on an empty train, we might meet again.
~xoxo~
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