Train Fantasy
By Amy Allen

I watch him out of the corner of my eye as he pushes his way through the crowd, boarding the train.  I admire his hirsute arms, dark hair and deep brown eyes.  Even though its only 4pm, the faint shadow of facial hair is starting to prickle his face. My gaze is pulled down to his shorts, and I wonder idly whether he has a big cock.

Is that my imagination, or does that lump in his pants appear to be growing.  I refocus my stare and confirm that it is, in fact, getting bigger.  I look up at his face and see a crooked smile.  My first response is to blush and look away, but I force myself to hold his gaze and brazenly smile back.

As the train reaches the next stop, more people pile in the carriage.  We are like sardines in a tin.  When I look up - he’s gone.  Damn!  A warm hand finds its way to my hip and stays there, unmoving.  I’m about to turn around and swat its owner with my handbag when I spy the hairy arm adjoining the hand on my hip.  It’s him.  I smile inwardly at his brazenness and push my ass out.  I can feel his erection pushing at the denim of his shorts.  He pushes into me and moves his hips ever so slightly. 

I pretend to adjust my shoulder bag and loosen my top.  It’s one of those blousy numbers, and his hand goes unnoticed under my top and pinches my nipples hard.  I want to gasp - cry out, but make do with a stifled cough.

I feel something poking at the back of my thighs.  Surely not…not on a crowded train!  Does he honestly think nobody will notice?  At that moment, we enter a tunnel and are plunged into darkness.  He takes full advantage of the situation, and pushes his hard fuck stick into my pussy.  His relentless fingers are still pinching my nipples...harder until I cannot stop from moaning lightly.  I shut my eyes so that I cannot see the looks on the faces of other passengers. All that matters is getting fucked by this tradesman.

I can feel his climax shudder inside me as we approach the light at the end of the tunnel.  I grasp onto the pole next to me to stop myself from falling.  As he withdraws, a gush of semen runs down my leg.  When I open my eyes - I see the back of his head as he exits the train.  The door closes, and I watch him walking along the platform, whistling jauntily. 

I haven’t been game to look at the other passengers yet.  My eyes are open and fixed ahead.  As we approach another tunnel, I feel my skirt hauled up and another, bigger, cock enter my dripping snatch.  “Whaaaat…. I thought he…..?”  It dawns on me that this is not he - not my dark tradesman, but some other man.  Perhaps aroused by the sight and smell of our illicit fucking. 

“I don’t even know what he looks like!” I think to myself, but as his cock pounds into me, I realise I don’t care.  This time I don’t care if the whole train knows what is happening.  I moan and push back against my mystery lover…grinding myself against his pubis.  I want to take all of him - have him empty his cock into me to mix with the other cum already deposited.

The phallus is roughly pulled from my pussy, and I feel a hot spurt of jism hit the back of my thin silk skirt.  Oh my god!  He came on my skirt!”  My face burns with shame as I realise I will have to get off the train with people staring at me…knowing that I have been fucked like a dirty slut on a moving train. 

The heat suffusing my face merges with the heat in my pussy.  I slide a finger inside the waistband of my skirt and masturbate furiously.  I imagine the look on the face of the staid businessman near the door, as he smells the sex on me when I walk past.  My climax rocks me.  If the crowd had not held me up, I believe I would have fallen such was its intensity. 

As I straightened my clothes and made hastily for the exit, the cum, dribbled down my legs and dried in the afternoon sun.