A Train Ride Ch. 01

I was so fucking horny, I just couldn't stand it. I'd been at work all day and was now on my way home from work on the train. The car was deserted as I'd had to work late that night, so I took advantage of my isolation.

I was wearing a short skirt and a thong. Easy access! I turned my mp3 player up as loud as it would go and closed my eyes as I started caressing my body through my thin clothing. The slow, steady sway of the train as it made its way down the track was extremely sensual. Soon, I had two fingers buried in my twat, frigging away madly to the rhythm of the music blasting in my head.

Oh. Yes!

I was so close to going over the edge. It felt so good. The movement of the car, the bass pounding in my head..............then I felt a rather commanding tap on my shoulder. I nearly jumped out of my skin. Of course I couldn't hear anyone else come onto the train, and even if I'd had my eyes open, my...visitor...came up from behind.

I slowly removed my hand from under my skirt and used my free hand to pull my head phones out of my ears.

"May I see your ticket please Miss?" a deep sexy voice said.

Great, just great. In five years riding this train, I've had exactly two ticket checks.....including this one. I was on the type of public transit that is loosely based on the honour system, but of course for that to be effective, they have a whole team of security guards that do random checks, just to make sure everyone did indeed buy a ticket.

I fumbled around in my purse, trying as fast as I could to find my proof of purchase, my right hand still glistening with my pussy juices. I wished a hole would just open up in the floor of the train and swallow me. My face was burning and I knew I must have turned ten shades of red in the time that the security guard had been standing there.

"Here you go Sir." I said, turning and looking at the man who had so rudely interrupted me for the first time.

Okay, that hole can come anytime now! Like NOW would be great! Standing over me was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen outside of a Cosmo magazine. He was about 6'2", 190 lbs, pure muscle. Dark wavy hair cut in a messy crop flying every which way. And the most beautiful green eyes I've ever seen in my life.

We made eye contact briefly and I looked away as fast as I could. But I felt him standing there, looking down at me with his beautiful, piercing eyes. Finally, after he'd been there for what seemed like forever....and definitely to long to check the date and time on my ticket, I turned around to look at him again.

It seems like he was just waiting for me to do it. Our eyes met again, and as they did, he brought the ticket up to his nose. There was a small dark patch where my pussy wet forefinger had touched the ticket. He breathed in deeply, enjoying the aroma of my essence, and then proceeded to walk away with my ticket. Since I rode the train to and from work five days a week, I always bought a monthly pass. Now, if it had been the end of the month, I would have let him walk away with it and paid a little more to get to work for the rest of the month, but it was only the fourth and I wanted my ticket back.

"Hey, where do you think you're going with that?" I called angrily as he sauntered away.

"Don't worry Miss, you won't be needing it again for sometime.' he called back, not even bothering to turn around.

Now what was I gonna do? And what did he mean by what he said as he was leaving? I was fuming, as much at myself as at this cocky security guard that had just ruined my whole evening. Why couldn't I just wait until I got home to relieve myself? Draw a nice bubble bath to get myself nice and horny. Then get out and put on my nice silky robe. Choose a porno from my vast collection. Something with a woman getting the shit fucked out of her by at least two guys and orgasm as I watched two dicks pump in and out of some slutty porn star that only makes one noise during sex.............

What the fuck is wrong with me. After what just happened, I'm still thinking this way.

"So, I spoke to my superiors, and although I firmly believe that you're getting off waaaaaay too easily, they decided I should let you off with a warning. If you ever get caught doing that again, there will be.....dire......consequences."

With each word, he was leaning closer and closer to me. He smelled so damn good. Like you know when a guy walks by you on the street and even if you don't see them, you smell their cologne. It's just the right scent for that guy, and it makes you want to turn around, grab him and drag him into an alley way.......

Wow, I need to get laid, and fast!

I came out of my little day dream, I realized my 'friend' was still there.

"Can I have my ticket back please?" I asked a little tartly

"Well I suppose, but first you have to do something for me."

I rolled my eyes, not even bothering to try and hide it from him.

"What!?"

"Raise your right hand."

"I beg your pardon? I asked in disbelief

"Raise your right hand!" this time he said it in a tone that brooked not argument.

"Okay, okay." I said as I started to raise my arm.

Before I knew what was happening, he had a strong hand around my wrist and pulled my arm up rather roughly.

"Ow!" I cried out

"What the FUCK are you doing?"

He didn't answer, just continued to pull me up until I had no choice but to stand. As I got up to my full height, I looked up at him defiantly. Then he took my hand, which was still firmly in his grasp, and smelled my fingers, the same way he did my ticket just a little while earlier. Then he slowly opened his mouth, just slightly, while staring directly into my eyes. He pushed my hand back down a little bit, not for a moment releasing my eyes from his. He separated my fingers sp that he was holding my index finger between his index finger and thumb and slowly took it into his mouth. As his tongue met my finger, my body ceased to be in my control. My eyes closed, in spite of myself. With my eyes closed, my other senses became so intense; I thought I would over load. The feel of his warm, wet tongue caressing my fingers, sucking what was left of my juices of my finger. The intoxicating scent of his cologne. That almost over-powering feeling of desire pulsing through my pussy. I thought my knees were going to cave in under me.

"Mmmmmmmmm." I couldn't help but moan.

"You like that do you?" he whispered hoarsely in my ear as he rearranged my hand so he was now holding my middle finger.

"Well you little slut, we're just getting started."

With that, he took my middle finger deep into his mouth.

"Suck it you little bitch." he said

Now usually I would take exception to being spoken to like that, but something about the way this man spoke to me. It only made me hotter. I was ready to do anything he wanted me to do. So I sucked.

He started pumping his finger in and out of my mouth, like he was fucking it.

"Now, take your shirt off."

"What if we get caught? Won't anyone else be getting on?"
"Did I tell you to ask questions you cock loving whore?"

"Well.....no."

"Well nothing! Take off your fucking shirt."

He didn't yell. In fact his voice was completely controlled. The confidence of this man was making my pussy literally pour out juices. Knowing that all this man had to do was say the word and I would follow his lead, made me feel so.....venerable......so desired.......so fucking horny.

I started taking off my shirt.

"Just to put your mind at ease, we're currently well out of town, hardly anyone else will be getting on between here and our stop, which is over an hour away, f.y.i. plus as soon as I came in here and saw what you were doing, I locked the doors to this car."

"Well, aren't you just a regular Sherlock Holmes." I commented flippantly.

"Hey, no attitude from you. Got it!"

"Yeah, sure." I said, rather half heartedly.

Through out this entire exchange, he was undoing his pants. Now, very quickly, he bent over and in one motion, pulled his pants and boxers down to his feet.

"I don't think you're really getting this honey." He said with a dark edge in his voice. He grabbed a fist full of my hair in his hand and as he sat down pulled my head down toward his crotch. I cried out in pain as his hand wretched in my hair. It was exactly what he wanted. My mouth opened wide, just in time for his thick 9 1/2" erection to plunge into my mouth. He groaned deep in his throat as the head of his dick hit the back of my throat, causing my gag reflex to kick in.

"Oh God." he groaned

He brought his other hand up to the back of my head, and started bouncing it up and down on his engorged cock.

"Oh fuck!" he yelled. "If your mouth feels this good, I can't even imagine what your pussy and ass are gonna feel like."

I moaned over his pulsating cock, sending a shiver through his whole body. Before I knew it, a stream of cum was shooting deep into my throat.

"Fuck! Holy shit!"

I swallowed as fast as I could, but there was no possible way I could swallow fast enough. Little streams of jism oozed out around his cock and down my chin.

He pulled his still rock hard member out of my mouth and admired his handy work. He took his thumb and ran it up my chin, pushing the rest of his cum up into my mouth. He looked deeply into my eyes. There was even a hint of tenderness there. And just as quickly as it was there, it was gone again.

In an instant, he had a hand on each of my upper arms, holding tight enough for it to feel uncomfortable. He pushed me roughly up against the side of the swaying train, pushing his massive erection into my stomach, holding my body in place with his. He bent down and bit my neck while his hands roved all over my body. Eventually, one hand found its way up my skirt while the other worked on my tits through my thin lacy bra. By this time, my nipples were hard as rock and straining against the lace of my bra. He took one in his hand and twisted it hard while he shoved a thick finger deep into my cunt.

"Holy fuck!" I cried out unable to hold back.

"Mmmmmmmmm. I like your dirty talk you bitch. I'm gonna hear a lot more of that before our time together is over."

The next thing I knew, he'd thrown me down on a seat, gotten down on his knees and buried his mouth in my pussy. I felt his tongue flicking over my clit with an urgency that I'd never felt before in my life. I was cumming in less than a minute, wave upon wave of pleasure washing over me. Soon I was shaking uncontrollably, right in the height of my orgasm.

"This stop, Port Laurel."

Without any ceremony, he stood, pulling up his pants and doing them up.

I quickly recovered my shirt and fixed my very rumpled skirt.

"Hey, Port Laurel? How far away am I from my stop?"

"I told you, over an hour. Eight stops, at least."

"Well when's the next train back?"

I saw him smile for the first time, and my heart fluttered a little.

"Sorry honey, but this was the last train for the night."

"WHAT!?!?!?!? It'll cost me a fortune to get back in a cab!"
"Wow, you're not a very good listener. I told you I was going to hear 'a lot more' of your 'dirty talk before out time together was over.' And I haven't heard anything like that out of you since what caused me to make that comment. You're coming home with me darlin."

"Like hell I a......"

He grabbed me around the waist and kissed me for the first time. Soft sensual kisses that belied the aggressive man to whom I had submitted only minutes ago. I melted into him. I was so confused, but that kiss made up my mind.

"I have a feeling I'm going to regret this later." I said as he took my hand in his.

"I won't." he said, a grin on his face.

With that we stepped off the train into the cool summer night. I couldn't help but wonder what I'd gotten myself into. Then I realized I didn't really care. If what happened on the train was only a warm up, I was in for the fuck of my life!

To be continued...........