Exhausted
from a long day at the office, Mandy
steps onto the train to go home. Usually
she rides the earlier train which is extremely crowded, but about twice
a week
something comes up at work so she stays later.
This late train is not exactly deserted, but she can
usually get her own
seat without a lot of people near her.
This is perfect for Mandy.
She is
looking forward to the train ride home.
She selects a seat near the back of the car. Across the aisle is a man
she has seen on the
train before, but he is busy with some papers and a laptop computer. Everyone else in this car
is up toward the
front. Mandy leans
back her head and
closes her eyes. She
has developed a
ritual with these late train rides.
As
the motion of the car rocks her body gently, she plays out elaborate
fantasies
in her mind. It
certainly passes the
time on her long commute, and it acts as a secret reward to herself for
putting
in extra time at work.
As
the train pulls out of the station, the
rocking of the car sends tingles along her body.
Her mind fills with images.
She is struggling to suck a huge cock, which
she cannot quite fit into her mouth.
She
feels it slam against the back of her throat as she tries to take it
all. She is
flicking another woman’s nipples with
her tongue, feeling the woman’s warm pussy with her hand while
listening to her
moan. She is on all
fours, being fucked
violently while a small group of men and women watch her. She can feel her face
flush and her pussy
drip as these fantasies roll through her mind.
She imagines that the crowd watching her fuck are all
rubbing and
sucking on each other while they keep her eyes on her.
She is so hot. This
particular fantasy is her favorite and
she knows she is breathing heavy.
She
opens her eyes to check where the bus is on its route, and sees the man
staring
at her intently. A
part of her mind is
shocked and embarrassed. Does
he know
what is going on in her mind? Can
he see
the flush on her face? Can
he see her
breasts rise and fall with her heavy breathing?
She is still foggy from the fantasy, however, and his
attention to her
mirrors the attention of the watching crowd in her mind. She does not turn away,
but holds his
gaze. Wondering
what she is doing, she
waits to see if he will go back to his work or if he is really watching
her.
Dan
has seen this woman on the train
before. Although
they have never spoken,
he is always pleased to see her. She
is
beautiful, with long black hair, large green eyes, full sinful lips,
and
breasts so full and round that it is impossible to determine if they
are real
or if they are fake. She
is always
dressed in business wear – usually a tailored blouse and skirt. Today is no exception. Her pin-striped skirt
stops just above her
knees and her flimsy white blouse seems barely to contain her. Her exceptional beauty is
not the only reason
he looks forward to seeing her, however.
The main attraction is her performance.
It is subtle, yet unmistakable.
Not long after her eyes close, Dan can see the woman’s
breasts rise and
fall as her breathing becomes more rapid.
Her face flushes. She
licks her
lips. Sometimes she
even rocks her
pelvis slightly. He
can see her arousal;
he can feel it as if he were touching her wet pussy.
He always watches her, right up until her
stop. She has never
noticed him before. Today
she notices. She
looks up; her eyes lock on his. Her
pupils are dilated. Her
lips part and her face flushes more, but
she does not look away. Excitement
courses through Dan as he realizes she might be up for a game. He must not be too forward. She doesn’t know him and
will be easily
frightened. Dan
sets his computer aside,
shifting slightly in his seat so the bulge in his slacks is clearly
visible to
her. He rests his
hand lightly, casually
upon his thigh and strokes the side of his hard cock through the fabric
with
just the tip of his thumb. He watches for her reaction to his display
of
arousal.
Mandy’s
world goes out of focus. All
thoughts of hesitation and fear are
gone. He has seen
her, and he likes what
he sees. She loves
him seeing. Is this
reality? Is she
really watching a strange man stroke
his cock while he watches her? The
line
has been crossed between her fantasies and the real world. As bold as she is in her
dreams, Mandy
reaches up with one hand and gently circles her nipple with the tip of
her
finger. Her nipples
are both hard, and
she knows they are visible through the flimsy fabric of her top and bra. His eyes have followed her
hand and she can
see him staring openly at her breasts, still stroking himself lightly
through
his pants. She
wants to see his cock, to
watch him really rub it. He
remains
still, however, watching. She
reaches up
with her other hand and unbuttons her blouse.
She undoes the catch at the front of her bra, and her
breasts burst free
from their confines. She
cups them
gently as he watches, pinches each nipple lightly between two fingers. She does not take her eyes
off of him.
Dan
cannot disguise his excitement as he
watches her massaging her own tits.
There is no longer any doubt that they are real, but they
are
superb. The nipples
are darker than he
expected, hard and proud. Her
breasts
are so round, with the slightest hint of a skimpy tan line. He is now openly rubbing
his cock, which is
still contained – now painfully – in his pants.
Her eyes are on him.
She looks
him in the eye, then her eyes fix on his crotch.
She is squeezing her breasts.
She looks up at him again, and slowly reaches
up and places two of her delicate fingers into her mouth. He can see her sucking
gently, then she uses
her moistened fingertips to further tease the tips of her nipples. His slacks have become too
restrictive. He
unzips, slowly at first. He
wants to be sure to not do anything that
will give her second thoughts. There
is
no need to worry, however, as her eyes focus hungrily on his hand’s
action. He pulls
out his cock. The
cool air hits it as he takes a moment to
let her just look at it. He
wraps his
hand around the base of it, watching her.
She is licking her lips, staring at his dick. Her fingers continue their
play on her
nipples. Her
breasts heave. He
watches.
As
she focuses hungrily on this man’s hard
cock, Mandy becomes aware that her panties are soaked through. Before she is even aware
of what she is
doing, she hikes up her skirt and slips them off.
He looks surprised but he does not change his
position. He sits
and watches, his hand
on his huge hard-on. She
tosses her wet
panties across the aisle to him. He
catches
them in his other hand without taking his eyes off of her. He is now stroking his
cock, slowly but
firmly. She cannot
take this
anymore. Mandy
rests one foot on the
seat beside her, spreading her legs to give him a clear view of her
dripping
pussy. Her blouse
hangs off of her
shoulders, open to the waist. Her
skirt
is hiked up almost all the way. She
sucks the fingers of one hand, looking at the stranger’s dick and
thinking how
it would be to feel it in her throat.
The fingers of her other hand finally, wonderfully, rub
against her
clit. She leans her
head back, keeping
her eyes open just enough to watch him.
The
fabric of her panties is soft and
damp. Before Dan
can contemplate this,
however, she takes his breath away by displaying herself fully to him. It is more than he could
ever have hoped
for. She has placed
one high-heel clad
foot on the seat beside her and he can see her entire body. Her gleaming pussy is so
ready to take a
cock. He can almost
taste her juices as
he watches her hand move down her body to her snatch.
His hand, which has been working his cock
slowly, speeds up. The
smell of her
panties and the sight of her fingers on her clit as she spreads her
lips for
him is more than he can take. She
is
making tiny restrained moaning noises, and Dan begins to fear they will
be
interrupted. He
spares a glance toward
the front of the car. The
other people
would not be able to see this woman’s full show, but would definitely
know what
is going on. He can
see most of the
other passengers are determinedly pretending nothing is happening. A couple are watching with
open
fascination. Dan
smiles at them then
turns back to the wonderful scene before him.
Her hand is on her breast, her nipple pointing out from
between her
fingers. The
fingers of her other hand
disappear into her pussy as she starts to pant.
He squeezes his dick, stroking it faster and harder,
rubbing his thumb
over the tip, watching her watch him.
He
rubs her panties on his cock. She
pumps
her fingers in and out of her pussy, rubbing her clit with the palm of
her
hand. Her sounds
are becoming louder and
more pained as she struggles to remain quiet.
Her wet pussy, her wet fingers, her round breasts, her
eyes looking at
him, at his cock, at his face – he cums in a sudden explosion, using
her
delicate panties to soak up the torrent released as the spasms rock
through
him.
She
watches as he pumps his cock faster and
matches with her own increased speed.
Her fingers slide deeper and deeper as her hand rubs
harder against her
pussy. She focuses
entirely on his
dick. It is so
hard, so big and so
perfect, and it is all for her viewing pleasure.
She can see the drip of clear liquid at the
tip and knows he is close. She
watches,
waiting, as her own fingers bring her closer.
She watches him cum, watches as he catches it all in her
panties. It is
incredible, and with one more brush of
fingertip against clit she falls into orgasm.
She looks him in the eye as wave after wave rolls over her. She is barely aware of her
surroundings, barely
aware of the primal sounds escaping her lips as her hand continues to
work her
pussy.
Slowly
she returns to a state of awareness,
and none too soon! The
train is slowing
at her stop. Quickly
she buttons her
blouse and stands up. As
she gathers her
belongings, she cannot resist bending over so as to give the handsome
stranger
one last look at her thoroughly wet pussy.
She then pulls her skirt back into place and steps off the
train. It is only
as the cool air of the outside
world hits her that she really starts to come to her senses. What did she just do? Even as the embarrassment
colors her cheeks,
she knows she is looking forward to the next time she will have to work
late. Will he be
there again?
Dan
pockets the panties as he watches her step
off the train. That
last glimpse she
gave him will keep him awake tonight.
He
hopes he will see her again. It
is up to
her, though. All he
can do is make sure
he rides this train, and sits in the same place.
If she returns, he will know she wants to
play again.