The finger slid from back to front, just missing her clit, a little at a time until it rested on her arsehole. Again it seemed to wait for an invite. No stranger to anal sex, in fact often preferring it, Georgia wiggled slightly so the finger pushed open her tight puckered hole. Now knowing it was fine, the finger withdrew and slid back to her pussy and then into her arse again. It repeated the pattern a few times, and then Georgia exhaled as the middle finger was thrust right in, right up to the hilt, the flat hand pushing against her buttocks. A couple of people looked around at the sound of Georgia, who smiled back and said sorry. They turned back to their phones and stared down at the floor.
The finger was twisted inside her, this way and that. Georgia had forgotten she was holding her handbag until a hand reached from behind and placed it on the floor between them both. Having a hand free now her wrist was grabbed lightly, pulling it behind her. Her hand was placed firmly across his crotch. Oh boy. Georgia exhaled again. If she was excited at the feel of Dave’s bulge, this was something else. Her hand snaked down, tracing the path of his cock, reaching down onto his thigh. He didn’t even feel fully erect. The hand on her wrist guided her hand back to his zip. She knew what he wanted, and she wanted it too.
She undid his zip slowly, part in suspense and part so as not to make a noise with the zip. Once fully down she reached inside. Like Georgia herself, he was going commando. With nothing in the way, her fingers traced softly along his flesh, hot to the touch. With a little manoeuvering she fished out his cock. The hand went to her wrist again, helping her to start stroking him, then left her to carry on. Georgia closed her eyes as she felt the rapidly growing cock pushing into the small of her back with each stroke.
Opening her eyes she saw a man on the opposite side of the train staring directly at her, a wry smile on his face. Could he see what she was doing? He nodded his approval and motioned for her to open a button. Georgia looked down and realised why he was staring. She didn’t pretend to think her 32B breasts made men stare, but her inch-long erect nipples, now fully on show under the flimsy silk blouse, certainly did. She shook her head in disapproval but smiled when she saw his look of mock dissatisfaction. It wasn’t that Georgia wasn’t tempted, but both of her hands were a little busy right now. He quickly looked away, almost caught staring by his wife standing next to him.
She felt a hand on the cock she was holding, and it brushed her hand away. She felt the cock trace a path down her leg, down to her stocking tops, then pushed into her inner thighs and upwards, slowly so as not to attract attention. She felt it pushed higher and higher, a trail of pre-cum on her inner thighs, then it nudged between her wet lips. Surely he wasn’t going to insert it? She hadn’t finished thinking about it before the head was inside her. Georgia realised he’d bent his knees slightly, so getting back to a standing position pushed his cock into her. She took her now free hand, still sticky with his pre-cum, and put it over her mouth to suppress her groans.
Slowly but surely he pushed upwards, reaching into her, Georgia thinking it was never going to stop. Finally, she felt his pubic hair nestled against her arse, his cock plugged way up into her. She hadn’t seen it, but she guessed he was around nine inches long. She felt a hand on her hips as he pulled her back onto him, keeping her still. He didn’t move, instead letting the swaying and occasional bumping of the train twist his cock inside her. Georgia had to bite her hand to stop herself from moaning out loud. Soon afterwards, the train stopped at a station.
A few people got off, leaving a couple of spaces around. The people around Georgia were still there, still blocking any other view of them. She shuddered at the feel of a finger being pushed into her arsehole without warning but pushed back. Waiting for the train to start moving again, she felt the cock being withdrawn from her pussy, as slowly as it had been inserted. Georgia was a little unhappy, despite where they were she’d enjoyed the thrill of being impaled on a cock with so many oblivious people around them.
Her unhappiness soon changed, as she felt the cock nudging at her arsehole. He kept it in place, again like he was waiting for an invitation. Georgia was now glad that despite how long his cock was, it wasn’t the fattest she’d ever had. She knew she’d have no problem accommodating him anally, she just didn’t know if she could do so without crying out. Taking a quick look around her, she bent her knees a little so the cock pushed into her arse a little. His cock was soaked with her pussy juices and his pre-cum, and slid in quite easily. She bit her hand again, looking down at the floor as he slowly filled her arse with his cock.
Georgia thought sure someone would see now but saw that her skirt still looked correct at the front, not even up enough to be showing her stocking tops. She desperately wanted to ride this cock hard but knew she couldn’t. She had to make do with the movement of the train, feeling his veins on her inner walls, his cock head far up inside her. She wanted to reach down and finger her pussy, rub at her clit, to make herself cum. It took all of her self-control not to.
For ten minutes they stood like this until they approached a station and an announcement was made about passengers needing to change trains for a different destination. As people started to depart the train and gaps appeared, a train guard came into the carriage and told the remaining people they were sorry about them having to stand, but now if they moved down the carriages there should be enough room for people to find a seat now. There were a few ironic cheers as the train started moving again, the guard looking at Georgia with a puzzled look on his face. He moved away back down the train.
The guy behind Georgia started to pull his cock slowly from her arse, and she heard him put it back into his trousers as he smoothed her skirt back down at the back. He moved her forward a little, but put his hand on her hip to tell her to wait until the others had all gone. Giving it a little while, they walked into the first carriage with seats. Two men sat at the far end, nobody else in the carriage, everyone else had moved further down the train. He ushered Georgia into the first seats, at the far end from the two men.
He didn’t waste time, moving her onto the table between the two bench seats and sitting down. He put his hands on her knees and pushed her legs upwards, displaying her wet pussy, and sank his head forward. Georgia only momentarily saw his face before it disappeared between her thighs. His tongue went straight to her clit, his hands caressing up and down her stocking-clad thighs, then feeling her body shake he thrust three fingers into her arse. That did the trick for Georgia who came, biting her hand again to try to subdue her groans.