…Then his hands traveled further down my body. First exploring my breasts, reaching under my bra to find my nipples standing at attention waiting to be pinched. As he pressed his thumb and forefinger together and twisted this caused an audible hiss…
A few stops after I got on the train, the only other person in the train car got on. He was tall, muscular, and had that certain dirty grunge about him. As he walked past me I got a strong whiff of his cologne. He smelled so good I could feel something begin to stir under my skirt. I watched him as he sat a few seats away and then smiled as he acknowledged me. I smiled back.
The train continued on what seemed a never ending path, I shuffled the music in my ipod, leaned my head back and started to doze off again, only this time my dream was a little more vivid. The smell of his cologne brought me back a few years to a time when my boyfriend wore the same scent. The smell so potent it was as if I was back on the bench at the beach with my ex that night not too long ago.
We had taken a walk on the beach under the moonlight. It was an incredibly romantic evening, and with our toes still in the sand, we sat on a bench and made out like high school teenagers. And like teenagers, we pushed the limits and saw just how far the other would go in a public setting. As his tongue delved deeper and deeper into my mouth, I explored every crevice of his. I nibbled on his full, soft lips, and sucked his big tongue. I felt his hand slide from my cheeks where he cradled my face, down to my neck. As his fingers explored my ears, neck, shoulders, and collarbone, I couldn’t keep myself from grabbing a fistful of hair.
Then his hands traveled further down my body. First exploring my breasts, reaching under my bra to find my nipples standing at attention waiting to be pinched. As he pressed his thumb and forefinger together and twisted this caused an audible hiss. Not relieving the pressure his right hand went straight under my skirt. There he found my freshly shaven pussy and as he spread my legs wider he discovered just how wet he had made me.
Maybe it was the location, being out in public was very risque. Maybe it was the way he touched me and looked at me, I always melted in his gaze. Maybe it was the things he whispered into my ear, he always knew what to say. But whatever it was his finger slid inside of me far more easily than either of us had expected. He told me to slide to the edge of the bench and as I did I impaled myself on two more fingers.
As he filled me and continued to tease and torment my nipple I could feel his lips on my neck. The combination of these things, along with his now rock hard cock in my hand was enough to bring me to the edge. As I fought with myself to keep my pleasure silent, I allowed a few moans to escape. It was at that moment, in the darkness of the night we heard a groan from a distance on the beach.
It was in this moment that I realized that this groan was not in my memory. And as I opened my eyes, I came to find myself with one hand down my shirt and the other in between my legs, and the grungy, muscular man on the train groaning to himself with his eyes glued to me …his hand in his pants.
To Be Continued…
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