Late for the Train by DragonLust123
Discover the thrilling allure of unexpected romance in 'Late for the Train,' an erotic sex story that explores passion, desire, and the excitement of stolen moments. Join our protagonist as they navigate a chance encounter that ignites their wildest fantasies. Perfect for fans of steamy fiction and sensual adventures!<br/>
There is nothing I hate more than routine! Commuting to a job offers more than an abundance of it! On this particular cold, autumn day, it was anything but routine. I was late to my train due to a lack of parking spots. I was running for the train when I saw the only other late commuter trying to catch the same train. My mind did that quirky thing bringing up a useless fact at a random time; “she sits in the third car, fourth row”. I was contemplating how I knew this when my mind was abruptly brought back to reality as I watched her slip on a patch of ice and land on her perfect ass.
I stopped to help her and…her skirt had ridden up above her waist…and there in all it’s intoxicating glory was the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen; perfectly shaved except for a patch of soft, honey-colored fur just above that remarkable kitty.
For a breathless moment, time stood still. Her legs were well spread and I couldn’t take my eyes off of the sight. She was looking at me…I was looking at her pussy. A cold gentle breeze finally broke the hypnotic moment and I took the moment to help her to her feet. I walked toward her, extending my hand to grab hers…
…but instead of grabbing her hand I reached between her legs. To this day, I don’t understand how that happened, but it did. In the cold morning air, I could feel the warmth of her body…emanating from that luscious little kitty between here legs.
I hesitated…for a second, then moved my hand closer…
…closer still and I was touching her perfect labial lips!
As soon as my fingers touched her lips she groaned, her body went tense and her legs spread a little wider.
I pushed my hand further and met no resistance when my fingers entered into her wet pussy…her hips raised off the ground as though to reach out and gather my fingers deeper inside her. The walkway to station was completely deserted but wouldn’t be with another train arriving in nine more minutes. As though we both had ether same thought we both looked around then, much to my disappointment, she got and we began to walk to the station.
To my surprise as we got near the station she grabbed me and pulled me to an outside wall of the station behind a privacy screen of trees and bushes. She leaned back against the wall, grabbed my hand, still sticky from her honey…
…and pulled it under her skirt. Neither of us said a word and our eyes never left each other. I found her slit again and this time I began to tease her lips and her little nub. Once more, her breathing came in deep pants. I went to kiss her and, with a wry smile on her face, she turned away! Instead..she pushed my hand deeper into her cunt! Her head lolled back and an almost primitive groan escaped her lips. She was thrusting my fingers in and out at a rhythm that pleased her; she was fucking herself with MY fingers! My hand was dripping wet with her cum and, in a devilish moment, I pulled out my hand a shoved my fingers into her mouth.
Without missing a beat, she sucked and licked her cum off my fingers while grabbing my other hand and pushing it up against her eraser and still hungry pussy!
My cock was a lead pipe! Hot, hard, and eager…she began to stroke it through my dress pants. People were starting to arrive at the station, oblivious of what was taking place as they passed us secretly hidden behind the blind of firs and bushes.
Her frustrated body had as much as it could take. She was whimpering, sighing and moaning as her orgasm was building. Much to my dismay, her vocal spasms of delight were getting louder and louder as she got closer and closer to cumming.
She knew it and, instead of breaking out in loud spasms, she pulled me into her and took my mouth to hers. Her tongue slid into my mouth like some ferocious beast.
“Mmmmm…mmmm…mmmm! Unh..huh…huh…huh”
Her orgasm was ready to break like a tempest against a cliff!
I had a free hand and I slipped it inside her blouse, grabbed her breast and squeezed a nipple!
And that was it! The force of her orgasm was sensational! Wave after wave washed over her like a flood. Her pussy was clamped on my hand as though it had a mind of its own. Her hips were gyrating and her thighs were tightly squeezing me.
All the while, her hand never stopped stroking my thick hard cock!
I was vaguely aware of a distant train horn but I didn’t give a shit. But is signaled enough to her as her orgasm began to languish! The moans stopped, her breathing began to return to normal and her body began to relax.
I went to disengage my cock from her hand but she wouldn’t let go. That wry and devilish smile was back and she kept stroking.
“I’m going to cum!” I whispered!
She smiled.
“Seriously!”
“I know!” She said!
And then I was cumming…into my dress pants!
When she felt me ejaculating, a playful smirk crossed her face and she rode out my orgasm with her hand until I was soft.
When it was over, she kissed me on the cheek and walked out to the platform. The train was just pulling in…as if there could possibly be a more poignant metaphor for what just happened.
I left our little haven and the mingled aromas of our sex behind and boarded the train.