The Train Ride to Work by PleasureCenterDesires: A Forbidden Commute
Daniel sat on the busy train pretending to read the overly large newspaper he had bought to cover his straining erection. He couldn’t concentrate on anything.
When his girlfriend had come home with the prostate vibrator, he had no intention of ever using it. But after the delirium of naked bodies that had visited in his dreams, he’d woken up horny and very interested in the toy. It had taken several attempts and a metric shit tonne of lube to get it up there, and even then, he didn’t dare turn it on. He had planned to wait until he got to the office, bagsie the solo office, lock his door and see what happened when he turned it on. Imagine his surprise when he made it to the tube, crammed himself down between two large men and, buzz. Silent, but there. Slow, low, and oh so very tantalising.
There was no choice to stand up, he’d been so hard with every single movement of the vibrator as he walked, it didn’t even need to be on to turn him on. Now, on the busy train with the dull vibrations undulating through him, the feel of his penis brushing up and down the fabric of his pants, the fear of getting caught. It was electrifying.
He couldn’t help but think about the dream. Emma, his co-worker, walking into the office completely naked. Long blonde hair barely covering her nipples, a wicked smile licking across her lips. “Shit.” He had said.
“Don’t worry, no one else is here.” She had said right back as her fingers gently circled around her nipple and a little ‘oh’ of pleasure came to her lips. “I need you.” She pointed to her vagina as she said this, a toy violently pounding her, in and out, in and out. She gave a little moan. Voice trembling. “I… Oh fuck… I want you in me.” She didn’t move to take the toy out, merely turned to reveal her arse to him. Oh right, that’s where the idea came from. He thought, as he bit down on a moan. Part of his brain was trying to figure out how to knock this on to the next setting, the rest was trying to calm him down, so he didn’t explode in his pants in the middle of a train.
The tube took a corner, as it did so the vibrator pressed hard against his prostate, eliciting a deep, guttural moan from his lips. Luckily, and unluckily both at once, a woman hurtled into his lap just in time to make it sound like it was from the added exertion of an extra person being thrown on to him.
The men next to him, both much larger gentlemen, seemed to morph around her, pushing her down onto him. He should have felt pain, or embarrassment, or humiliation; he should have seen his erection fade, instead a pulse of adrenaline raced through him. A tingle of excitement that had him almost cumming then and there.
If he didn’t get her off soon, she would notice his massive erection and tell everyone he was a tube pervert. The thought ‘get her off’ turned him on even more. He pulled his arms from where they were stuck behind her back and used them to push her forward slightly. The brush off her body against his striking every nerve ending. She turned to face him, cheeks red with blush. “Sorry.” She wriggled, attempting to get up, instead having a very different effect.
“No… No. problem.” He struggled. She was beautiful. Long blonde hair, big blue eyes, a dash of freckles across her plump cheeks and the kind of mouth he would want to put his dick in. Lips soft and plump. She was clearly on her way back from somewhere, even at 7am in the morning, with her Alice and wonderland blue puff dress which gave way to so much cleavage. Cute white stockings pulled up most of her long legs. The rest bare, even in winter.
He thought about the dream again. How he’d rammed himself so deep into Emma. How she took his hands and pulled them up her body to those perfectly rounded breasts, how she had moaned as his fingers brushed against her nipples. And then, then Sandra from IT had walked in. He had never once thought about her naked, turns out he didn’t need to. It wasn’t Emma, with her perfect hourglass, flat stomach, hefty breasts, barely 26. It was something entirely different. Sandra was 55 give or take, he breasts had lost their perk and now sought a rest lower down her body, there were some rolls of fat around her midriff and a thick trail of hair leading down to her pubes. He never knew that he would be into someone like Sandra, older, a mother of four, but it turns out she was so fucking hot. He hadn’t even given Emma an option, he simply pulled her up and walked her on his cock towards Sandra. Each movement, shuddering and juddering him closer to orgasm.
“He pushed Emma against Sandra, pushing them both up against the wall, then took Sandra’s mouth, kissing her rough and hard.
“Are you ok?” The woman on his lap spoke. “I should get up, sorry.”
“The man won’t mind you sitting there until your stop. It’s a lot safer for you.” The man next to him answered for him, not looking up from his paper. Daniel really wished he hadn’t. He was out of control. There was no way to turn the vibrator off, his penis was jumping up and down in his pants and last night’s dream had him so hot he was sweating. The smile she gave was too sweet to say no to. She grabbed his arms and pulled them around her. “There, now I won’t fall off.” Then she shimmied her butt right back essentially motorboating his cock with her arse. This was hell. Everything about this was hell. “Oh.” She said, doing another little wiggle to double check. “I see.” He couldn’t tell what that meant, all he knew was that she knew about his penis. It wasn’t like she wouldn’t notice; he didn’t know why he thought she would.
She didn’t get back up though, merely took another sip out of a coke bottle and strapped in for the ride.
“Where’s your stop?” She said, about ten minutes in. The whole time had been torcher, she hadn’t sat still. Whether it was to brush her hair or to adjust her costume, every moment had him feeling closer and closer to a resolution. He hadn’t the guts to tell her that he had missed his stop because he had been too busy watching her boobs bounce every time, she had gone to get something from her bag. She took another sip of coke. The movement elegant and enticing. Then she smiled at him. “Thirsty?”
He gulped and nodded. She handed him the bottle and he took a sip struggling to swallow as he watched her move her tongue slowly across her top lip.
She gave a little laugh as she took the bottle back, sliding forward on his lap slightly. She dropped the lid in the gap she had created. “Oops.” Her hand brushed from the middle of his chest, down to his lap. He squirmed as she lingered. Hands pretending and failing to pick up the lid. He groaned as her hand clasped completely around his rock-hard dick. The vibrator hitting him in just the right place to find heaven. Anymore and he was done for. She had to get off soon or otherwise he would be leaving with a massive cum stain on his nice work trousers. She giggled. Quickly picked up the lid and slipped her butt all the way back. Her bag sitting on her lap.