Strangers on a Train 2

Strangers on a Train 2
by AGreyFoxxx

That evening, after dinner, dutiful wife that I am, I called my husband Dave and related in lurid detail my adventure on the train. As I retold my story, it made me very horny, so I slid my hand inside my panties, fingering myself as I spoke. Dave interrupted me, asking, “Are you fingering yourself, Rache?”

“Yes, I am.” I replied. “Are you stroking?”

“Guilty as charged!” he said. “Please continue.”

As my story reached its climax, so did we. I could picture Dave, lying naked in bed, speakerphone on, pulling vigorously on his cock until it erupted, splashing his seed on his chest and abdomen. I could hear him licking up the cooling sauce, smacking his lips. “I wish you were here to share this.” he said.

I noisily sucked my fingers clean, licking up all the girl-cum, commenting on how delicious it was.

“So, are you going to follow his directions?”

“Should I?”

“Why the hell not?” he said. “Going commando to all those meetings and nobody knows. I think that’s hot. And if you see this Harry fellow on the train, don’t forget to give him something to remember you by.”

The morning commute went by without incident, leaving me a little disappointed, but that evening, I situated myself in the first seat of the car, hoping that Harry would show. Sure enough, shortly after the conductor sang out “Hastings-on-the-Hudson. Next station stop is Hastings!” Harry stood there asking if the seat next to me was free.

Looking up from my book, I was eye level with the bulge in his trousers, I replied sweetly. “Free? No. What are you willing to do for the privilege of sharing my seat?”

With a laugh, he turned, facing me and inched past me. I could see the outline of his very stiff cock as he went to sit on the window seat. “Let’s negotiate, shall we?”

As he sat, his hand returned to my knee. This time there was no subtle movements. He went right up my skirt, his fingers caressing the already moist lips of my cunt. “A woman who knows how to follow directions, I like that.”

“Only if I’m convinced that the reward is worth it.” I answered. Taking off my jacket, I set it across our laps, before unzipping his pants and freeing his sizeable erection. As I grasped his shaft down at the base, I said. “A man who’s ready for action, I like that.”

His smolderingly good looks had me instantly damp and his fingers slid smoothly into my cunt. I hunched down in the seat to give him better, and deeper, access. I closed my eyes letting the warmth radiate from my crotch as his finger wiggled inside me. I had to work on my concentration lest I give into his digital assault and not return the favor.

My fingers barely touched as they circled his girth. Starting slowly, I slid it up and down his considerable length, squeezing as I approached the dusky pink helmet. Lifting my jacket with my other hand, I peeked at his crown, now glistening with drooled pre-cum. He smiled at me and spoke in low tones, “I see you have a practiced hand.”

I smiled back, replying, “That’s not all I’ve got.” I pursed my lips, giving him an air kiss.

Using the slick liquid from his cock, I quickened my pace, determined to get him off before me. We mutually pleasured one another for a few minutes, swaying with railcar as it passed over switches and rail junctions. Before I could make sufficient headway, the conductor walked the aisle, collecting tickets. Harry flashed his monthly pass and plucked my ticket from my breast pocket. Glancing at Harry’s lap and the moving jacket covering it, he smirked and said, “Have a pleasant trip.”

When the conductor has passed, Harry turned to me and said, “I’m sure I will.” Adding, “Does Rachael want to know when I’m about to cum, or would she rather have me squirt all over the lapels of her jacket?”

“Rachael would like you to cum in her mouth. It saves on dry cleaning bills.” I began to stroke in earnest, hungry for that creamy, slick, salty reward.

“Then you’d better get ready. There’s only two more stops before you get off, if you catch my drift.”

Not that I was waiting for an invitation, but I was happy to hear that he wanted me to do this as much as I wanted to do it. So, I uncovered his lap and lowered my head, capturing the spongy helmet with my lips. I heard him groan as my teeth grazed the smooth firm skin of his shaft.

The added heat and moisture on his stiff member took him over the edge. He held his breath, trying hard not to grunt as his manhood pumped an amazing amount of cum in my mouth. Try as I might, I could not contain it all, and with his free hand he wiped a drip from the side of my mouth. I sucked his finger clean as I replaced my jacket over his softening cock. “Thank you. I needed that.” He said softly, turning my face toward his.

“Not as much as I did.” I replied just before our lips met. I was surprised by this last move, but pleasantly allowed him access, opening my mouth slightly and extending my cum-coated tongue. Sucking my tongue into his mouth, his fingers went to work, tickling my g-spot as he thrust his fingers hard and deep. With our faces locked together, my moans were immediately swallowed by him, remaining unheard by the oblivious passengers nearby. The palm of his hand caressed my clit as I hurtled toward orgasm, grinding my mons against him, as my cunt began to spasm around his invading fingers.

I fought not to scream as my pussy flooded his fingers with the warm juices from within. He withdrew his hand, offering me a finger to taste as he sucked the other one clean. I helped him tuck himself back into his trousers just in time for the conductor to call, “Sleepy Hollow. Net station stop is Sleepy Hollow.”

As I got up to leave, I turned to him and said, “If you’re ever in Boston, I take the Blue Line to work. You might find something in common with some of my commuter friends.”

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Rachael’s Response:

Nothing sexier than a man in a nice suit with an even nicer hard-on. Especially one who’s willing to serve me a nice creamy mouthful of cum to liven up my commute home. After a naughty business trip like this, my husband is going to need to fuck my pussy for three days straight when I get home!

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2 thoughts on “Strangers on a Train 2

  1. @Foxxx – Perhaps another chapter is in order…I wonder if my husband would be interested in riding the same train or bus with me to see first hand what an absolute slut his bride is willing to be in public with strange men…just a thought.

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