ANNA JAYE WILDE

Fun on the train

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19/08/16

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Bastard trains. I fucking hate public transport, being squashed within an inch of your life between a bunch of strangers who’s only purpose is to stop you falling arse over tit or leer down your top. It didn’t help that I was wearing a slutty short skirt, low cut blouse and killer heels.

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I was coming back from my bar job and cursing the fact my employment choices forced me to travel home late at night on the train. Because I often had a couple of drinks after my shift it didn’t make sense to drive so the train was my only choice. Usually it was quiet at eleven thirty at night but not tonight. There had been a big event in the city that day and the carriage was stuffed to the gills with people swearing, arguing and generally pissing me off. The faster I got home the fucking better.

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I gripped the handrail and tried not to fall as the train stopped. I was counting the stations until I got home and this was only the first. A few people got off and a few got on. It was then that I noticed him. Holy Mother of God. Beautiful. That’s all I can say. Stepping on the train was a guy in a business suit, tall with broad shoulders and the brightest green eyes I had ever seen, they just sparkled. His dark hair was closely cropped and he was clean shaven, a rarity in men these days.

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It was that exact moment I thanked the Gods of Public Transport that the train was so busy. Smoking hot business guy had to stand right up close behind me, almost pressing into me. Fuck I wish he was. He could press anything and everything he had right into me. Deep. Shit. I was losing the plot. As he got closer I took a slow inhale of his scent, fresh and citrusy, light but masculine, a just stepped out of the shower type of smell. Fuck me.

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I moved a little to make sure he had room to stand behind me, he slid into the gap and the train moved off. He had given me a little smile as he got on but that was the only communication we had, until the train wobbled and I tripped backwards, accidentally of course. It was then that I felt his hard on, clear and firm in his trousers. Fuck! I’m pretty sure he didn’t walk on with that! I turned to face him to briefly apologise for falling into him and there was that sparkly eyed smile again, with a definite hint of ‘I want to fuck you, right here, right now.’ Shit.

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Even though our actual communication was minimal, his intentions were obvious. He put a hand on my waist and pulled me up to him, grinding his cock against my ass. Yes. Intentions clear, message received loud and clear. Jesus Christ. My skirt was short and could easily ride up and that’s exactly what it did. He stood behind me and I felt him slowly slide my skirt upwards, making sure nothing could be seen from the front although the other passengers were more concerned with themselves than us. At least I hoped they were!

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His huge dick was right up behind me and I wanted to feel it inside me, fucking me from behind as we stood innocently on the train. Turns out I didn’t need to wait long. He slid his hand under my skirt and ran his fingers down the back of my thong, gently pulling aside the flimsy, soaked fabric. He stroked two fingers between my legs and I felt a sharp intake of breath from him as he reached my wet pussy, both of us knowing where this was going.

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He slipped his fingers into me and I had a tough time keeping a casual expression on my face. What I really wanted to do was flip round, wrap my legs around him and ride him hard. But British Rail might have frowned upon such blatant public fucking so we kept it discreet.

He pumped my pussy with his thick fingers then pulled them out, a slight squelching noise making us both giggle. I waited a moment and wondered what he was doing until I heard a pop from his mouth.

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“You taste so fucking good,” he whispered in my ear. Fuck me! “Are you ready?”

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I nodded, as much as I could in a train packed full of passengers blissfully unaware of our activities. I heard the soft sound of him unzipping and then the hard, warm tip of his cock pressed up to me. I was soaking wet and it took him no time at all to slip inside me, hot and smooth. And big. Fuck, he was big. He stretched me full and it felt unbelievably good. I tried to keep my expression nonchalant as he filled me to the brim, balls deep in my wet pussy.

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I wanted to cry out, to moan, to beg for more. But I couldn’t and in a funny way it all added to the fun. As he was backed up against the wall nobody could see what he was up to and he was able to slide into me over and over, pushing deep between my legs and filling me with his thick cock. Fuck how I wanted to moan. But I kept silent. I could hear him muttering to himself behind me, softly mumbling each time he fucked me.

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He was getting close to coming and so was I, the pressure almost too much to bear as his cock slid into me, the naughtiness a huge turn on. A few more deep thrusts and he was coming inside me, pumping his enjoyment into me with his pulsing big cock. Holy fuck. My climax hit me at the same time, deep sensual ripples of heaven flowing from his dick through my body. That was the hardest part, keeping a straight face. We stood still for a moment and he pulled out really slowly, aware of the fact I would have ribbons of come down my leg.

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As he pulled out the warmth began to slide out of me but he seemed to be prepared, pulling a tissue from his pocket and wiping me down and for that I was eternally grateful. Then the train pulled to a halt, the doors opened and he kissed my neck and stepped off, walking away up the platform. I turned to watch him leave, a strange mix of sadness and butterflies in my stomach. As the train moved off he looked up at me, smiled his beautiful bright smile and waved. I waved back as we pulled away, the gorgeous suited sex god retreating into the distance.

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It was an evening full of new experiences; fucking a total stranger and fucking him in a public place. Not just a public place but one packed full of people just a few inches away from us. He had only spoken a few words to me. I knew nothing about him and he knew nothing about me.

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But that evening changed my mind about public transport and I made damn sure that I got the exact same train the following night, just in case…