Train RideThe train left the station packed with commuters going home at the end of the day. For us
Train RideThe train left the station packed with commuters going home at the end of the day. For us it was not the end of a work day but the beginning of a weekend of play. We had fallen into a rut, and we both were looking forward to a change of scenery. And I was ready for the fun to begin.She slouched back into her seat, settling in for the long ride. She wore a tight-fitting dress, cute and short, but she’d draped a sweater across her lap, so I couldn’t see her sexy thighs. I leaned toward her and whispered, “Spread your legs. Slide your dress up for me.”Her eyes continued to stare out the window as my hand moved under the sweater and slowly up her leg. I stopped at the edge of her panties when she said, “I’m getting wet.”I slid my finger along the outside of her panties and felt the muscles of her leg tighten, along with a sharp intake of breath. I moved my finger just inches from the dampness in the thin silk, just over her moistening pussy. I began to glide the tip of my finger up her slit then back down. She spread her legs wider, hungry for my touch, so I began to tease her even more now, running two fingertips up and down, up and down, coaxing her lips to open. Her panties grew wetter.Still hidden by her sweater, I pushed the smooth silk of her panties slightly into her. I continued to run my fingers along her folds, the fabric teasing the entrance to her pussy. I pressed a bit deeper, pushing her panties further inside her. She bit her lip and whispered, “Please.”I slid my fingers inside the hem of her wet panties, then pulled them to the side to expose her soaking pussy. I took just one finger and slowly traced the valley between her lips. She moved her hips up, wanting my fingers inside her, but I didn’t allow her the satisfaction and continued to slide my finger just inside her fold. She continued to thrust toward me, and I continued to pull my fingers back, denying her.She turned toward me and whispered louder this time, “Please, please.” As she spread her legs to allow me even more of herself, I slid my fingers inside her, slightly in, slightly out, a little further in, a little further out, exploring deeper and deeper inside her.She let out a slow moan, pushing her hips hard against my fingers. When I placed my thumb on her clit, she started whimpering. Her whole body began to tremble, her voice urgent, whispering, “Just like that.”For just a few seconds I folded back the sweater so we could watch my drenched hand together as my thumb massaged her clit and my finger reached deep inside for her G-spot. We both stared, breathing hard, and when I covered her again, her eyes went to my lap, and she slowly ran her tongue across her lip. My cock was throbbing now, begging for release. It was peeking out from over the edge of my belt, the head wet with pre-cum.The conductor’s voice bellowed out the name of the upcoming town. It wasn’t our stop, but this was no time to hesitate. I grabbed her hand and pulled her out of her seat and off the train.https://myerotica.com/train-ride-787fb58cb799 -- source link