ANNA JAYE WILDE

Trained

 

12/02/2016

 

The wind whipped around me and I struggled to keep my skirt from flying up as I stood on the platform waiting for my train. I should know better, it’s always the same in the mornings but I like to look good and I’ve been told I have great legs. Each morning I spent an inordinate amount of time showering and buffing myself before work, making sure I looked good, the perfect mix of business and pleasure.

 

It wasn’t, however, my work colleagues I was thinking of when I primped and preened myself. Each morning I hoped to get a glimpse of HIM. A few times over the last month the train journey had been much improved by the view of one man.

 

I didn’t know his name but he would get on at the station after mine, sit his ass down and start to read a book. Yes. A book, paper pages and everything. That alone made my panties wet and when you add in his tailored suit, hint of stubble and faint scent of masculinity I could rip the man’s clothes from his body in the carriage with no apology.

 

Today I was prepared. When the train arrived the Gods were smiling on me because I got a seat and when the train left, the only spare seat was next to me. If he was here today, he would have to sit by me. And here I was, reading on my Kindle. Everyone else on the train was deep into their Financial Times or shouting loud business talk on their mobiles. He would no doubt make a beeline for the quiet, peaceful seat, next to the woman with a slightly too short skirt that could easily be hitched up if necessary…

 

The train pulled to a stop and I scanned the busy platform, unable to spot him. I took a deep, defeated breath and then heard “Do you mind if I sit here?”

 

I spun my head to see HIM.

 

“Of course not, you don’t have to ask! It makes a change to see someone with manners!” And someone with sparkly green come-to-bed eyes, kiss-me lips and touch-me hands. Not to mention the bulge in his trousers. Oh holy fuck. He flashed me a charming smile, squeezed his Armani suit beside me and pulled out a book.

 

“Thank you. I won’t disturb you.” Hell, you can disturb me as much as you like. Disturb my panties with your cock please. “Unless you want me to, that is.” He winked at me and I swear my panties almost fell off my body and flew out of the train window.

 

“Maybe I do...” I offered. The other passengers were oblivious to our blatant flirting. He probably could have bent me over, ripped off my underwear and fucked me in full view of them and they would have continued reading their papers.

 

“I’m Max.” He offered his hand to shake mine and held it for longer than was professional. I obviously didn’t pull away and there was a moment of sexual tension that was almost palpable.

 

“Amanda. So, no Fifty Shades today then?” Max laughed and showed me his John Grisham novel.

 

“Not really my thing. Why, is it yours?” I showed him my Kindle library full of erotica and that was it. Max grabbed my hand and pulled me up, squeezing through the crowd and taking me to the back of the train. This carriage looked like a storage/luggage area and there was nobody here. Anything could happen…

 

“So Amanda. Are you into kink?” Max trailed a finger down my blouse between my breasts. I knew we didn’t have a lot of time so I threw caution to the wind.

 

“I like reading about it but mainly I’m into meeting hot guys on trains, flirting with them and bending over so they can fuck me hard. My panties get wet just thinking about it.” Shit. Where did that come from? An erotic novel no doubt, and spoken by a much bolder woman than me. My face flushed and Max drew himself closer, a dirty smile on his face.

 

“Well, I like your style Amanda. I feel just the same. So what do you say we get on with it?” With that Max turned me around and pushed me up to the wall. His warm breath tickled my neck and he kissed my ears, pulling and nibbling at the lobes. One hand reached around and squeezed my breasts and the other trailed down my waist and hip, slid over my ass and started pulling my skirt up. I pressed my hands to the wall above my head and closed my eyes.

 

A hand touched my lace panties and Max gasped.

 

“Jesus. You were right, you are wet.” He pulled them off and they easily fell to the floor. Max firmly spread my legs and he pressed his body to mine, his obvious boner pushing against my naked ass cheeks. A zip was pulled down and I got wetter and wetter. The buffing and preening had all been worth it.

 

Max pulled my hair from my face and whispered into my ear. “Do you want this, Amanda?” The sound of my name from his lips turned me on even more.

 

“Yes, I want you, Max. Touch me.”

 

Max’s hand stroked my ass cheek and slipped between my thighs, his soft fingers reaching my wet folds and spreading my juices up and down my skin. He swirled his index finger around my clit and I felt like I could come right then.

 

“Does that feel good, Amanda? What about when I touch you here?” He pressed on my sensitive clit, knowing it felt incredible. I moaned out a faint reply and nodded. “And what about like this?” His finger rotated around my clit, enhancing my obvious pleasure. “And how about…this?” On ‘this’, his finger slipped into me, fucking me ever so slowly. I was so damn wet and I knew his cock was naked behind me.

 

Max moved back a little and I heard him take a slow breath.

 

“And, how about this? How does this feel Amanda?” On his words, his cock found my wetness, the head rubbing over my wet folds a moment before pushing into me, slow and thick. Fuck. I couldn’t answer him but my hands turned into fists against the wall and I let out a long groan. Max moaned too and leaned closer to my neck, his whole body pressed to my back and his cock perfectly aligned with my pussy.

 

He moved slowly to begin with, his hand still teasing my hot clit.

 

“You’re going to come on my cock and soon as you do I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll be thinking of me for a month.”

 

Jesus Christ. His words and his fingers triggered a deep orgasm and I crashed into it, panting and writhing between the wall and his hot, semi naked body. His mouth was on my neck and I’m sure he was smiling as I climaxed on his dick inside me, my orgasmic contractions pulling him into me.

 

“That’s what I’m talking about, baby. Now hold on.”

 

Max held my wrists against the wall above my head and his dick filled me, hard. He slammed into me over and over and it felt fucking amazing. Our bodies crushed together and the feeling of his cock in me and the excitement of maybe getting caught set off a second climax for me and we both came together, our breathing peaking then gently slowing as he held my weak body up, my legs like wobbly jelly.

 

“Well, that was amazing!” Max giggled and passed me my panties, watching me put them on. I’m not sure if he was eyeing my naked pussy or making sure I didn’t collapse. “Damn, girl, you were so wet for me. How was it for you?”

 

Catching my breath, I attempted speech. “Holy shit. Fucking incredible!”

 

Max zipped up his suit trousers and straightened his wonky tie. Then he did something that made him even fucking hotter than I thought possible. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of glasses. Slipping them onto his face, he looked like a model from an Armani cologne ad.

 

“Well, bookworm. I’ll see you tomorrow morning?” Max asked.

 

“You can count on it!”

 

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