A Crowded Train

A crowded train at evening rush hour. Crushed among the standing commuters, I wish I had worn more sensible shoes than the four inch stilettos I'm trying to balance on. In my short skirt and no panties a fall could cost me my dignity. There is nothing to worry about however. You reach for my waist from where you're standing behind me and steady me against your hips. Your long coat falls around me to cover my sides. I relax a little with you holding me against you - that is until I notice you are slowly inching the hem of my skirt up my backside with your fingers. Surreptitiously I reach a hand back between us to find you rock hard and straining against your jeans. My already soaking wet pussy throbs in anticipation as I slowly unzip your jeans and reach in to pull out your stiff cock. With both hands on my hips you rub your cock against my hungry lips, using the lurching train to mask your movements. You push me slightly away from you, bending me forward just enough to slip the head of your cock inside my wet hole. On the next lurch you pull me back and plunge deep inside my pussy. I dig my nails into the heels of my hands as hard as I can to keep from moaning aloud. You move so slowly inside of me to the rhythm of the rolling train - it is perfect torture. I close my eyes and will the train to go faster around the corners. A bump and I rock back against you. Another bump and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep silent as my orgasm rips through my stomach and my pussy clenches tightly around your cock. One more hard turn and I feel you explode inside of me. I feel your hot breath against my face but you don't make a sound. You hold me there for a moment, then slip out of me and carefully put yourself back together while I try to steady my shaking legs. At the next stop you wordlessly slip out from behind me and exit the train leaving me standing alone, weak-kneed and wobbling on my heels with your come slowly dripping down the inside of my thighs on a crowded train at evening rush hour.