Sex On A Train

My first stranger sex encounter occurred on a train, late one night. I had been out for a drink with work colleagues in London. On returning back to my home in Essex, I boarded the train at Liverpool Street. From across the carriage my eyes fixed and gazed at this beauty, she had dark brown hair with a sort of reddish tinge about it. She was wearing a white dress, with lace sleeves.

I fixed on the girl, making sure that she caught my gaze, as she looked across I smiled at her, and then just continued to stare. It's important that if your attracting someone you don't look like a creepy staring fucker, you need to show warmth and emotion in your stare.

Slowly the train emptied of people, and there were just three left on the train, the girl and I included.

I stood up and made my way closer to her, before squatting down on a seat, just a row away from her. I don't know how, or why, I just got a vibe... This girl wanted it. I raised my hand up to grab one of the poles (designed to steady sanding passengers) making sure that she saw my wedding ring on my finger. Instinctively, she put her hand on the seat, to my amusement she showed her engagement, wedding, and eternity ring. She glared at her open hand, before re-adjusting her seating, so I could see her thighs. I was a warm summer night, and everyone had a tan, yet here was a woman with the milkiest, most untouched thighs I had ever seen. She had not seen much sun.

It was weird how it happened, the final passenger rose to their feet and exited, there were just five stops before the train reached its final destination. We both looked at the route map at the same time, and literally lunged to our feet. We grabbed a central pole, and began kissing, she tasted of coconut, she'd been drinking Malibu at the very least, more likely though if she had originated in her route from Liverpool Street, this was some sort of cocktail. She tasted good, we stuck in this pose for what seemed like an eternity, just tongue fucking each others mouths. To be honest that would have been enough.

After a while, I grabbed at her waist, and pulled up her dress, accidentally ripping a piece of lace on the side. I never drew attention to it... she never commented. I looked down, she had a tartan coloured thong on, made of a silk like fabric, I remember thinking that this thong would have been on display all night, as the dress was very see-through, the thong very dark.  I grabbed the side of the tong, and ripped it down the seam, it slid down her one remaining leg so easily. She went for my belt, which she undid in a snap, then she undid my trousers. Shit! I had this horrible revelation, I'd made the unusual decision to wear a pair of Versace briefs that day... in the mid 2000's this was not the done thing, I liked to be different, but if ever I was expecting to get some action it would always be boxers. To my relief, she seemed to like the choice, and spend several minutes fumbling at the pouch through the material, I could feel them getting very wet. At the same time, i moved from masturbating her clitoris, to moving inside.

This was one of those occasions that you simply did not have time for oral. And the frequent stops of the train, kept us on edge. Realizing there were just two stops left (before my stop any way), and i want to come in this beautiful woman, I span round the pole like some sort of experienced pole dancer, so I was behind her. I gently tipped her over the tip of the seats that back on to each other. Sliding into her entrance (having applied a condom that she forces into my hand), I push my right hand between her legs, rubbing her clitoris, while taking her very fast from behind. She's loving it, so am I.. But the thought of incoming stations, makes me want to come quicker.

Suddenly I feel her legs begin to shake, she's coming and at this very moment someone sits down in the next carriage, to us right near the door. It's bizarre, this orgasm she's having, her legs are buckling, and I'm literally now holding her up with all my strength while pumping her, there is no way I'm not going to come in her. And a few seconds later, I come too. Amusingly my legs go to jelly too, was it the excitement, the force of the orgasm, or the motion of the carriage. We both collapse in a heap, to a small round of hysterics.

I frantically pull up my trousers, my stop is coming up. She kicks her thong off her ankle, and under the seat. She then sits down, like nothing has happened and picks up a copy of either the Evening Standard, or the Metro, and begins reading. I make for the door without looking back, just as the train pulls in. I leave the train, and the station, never once looking back to see if she is following.

A Friend To Finger

I had a friend who I used to finger regularly, I'd get nothing from these transactions, not so much as a fumble. I know this sounds a bit strange but these were the most sexually exciting experiences in my life.

This friend was called Nicola, one day she made quite a full on pass at me, despite the fact that she was in a relationship... I kind of rejected it though, god only knows why. I think I was scared, or worried that I might be reading the signs wrong.

One day she was in my home, wearing dungarees, and without any indication from her that it might be OK, I flipped her round and removed the buckle fastenings. I tipped her over the back of a reclining chair, and started rubbing her clitoris. She kind of struggled for a bit, but then surrendered to my grasp, and probably to the fact that this really turned her on.

It was a weird relationship, there was apparently no real attraction from her to me, but at least once a week (sometimes several times in a day) we would get into a situation where I would end up fingering her. She always led the way, we'd be mucking around or simply talking and she would take my hand and stick it between her legs. She would always come, she loved it. And for me an addict of masturbation, it gave me many wonderful solo memories to play around with.

It's always good if your a man, with little experience of a woman to find your own "Nicola", you need to have some clear boundaries, so nobody gets too upset, or fixed on the arrangement. But these "Nicola's" can teach you everything you need to know about a woman's body. Without actually having to submit to penetrative sex with you.

I probably fingered Nicola 100 times, the memory of this incredibly fucked up girl sticks with me to this day. I wonder where she is now!

Sex At Work - First Target

I'll call this girl... Polly.

Polly was a nerdy looking girl, she wore glasses, was pretty but plain, her hair had slight curls to it. She had an incredibly thin body, and work quite tight skirts, when you looked at her ass you could see her VPL (visible panty line). She wore plain knickers (panties) in a time everyone else wore a thong. But I've always had an affinity for that look through clothes, I like the way women's knickers are cut, the way they accentuate certain parts of an ass. It was this that drew me to Polly... I could look at her ass all day, and just imagine what her underwear looked like... I suspected they were white, cotton knickers.

Polly had a boyfriend, but you know he was not treating her right. I took the opportunity to make a move.

Polly was the same level/position as me at work, and an upcoming conference meant we were being sent away to Glasgow. It became apparent there were not enough rooms in the hotel we were to stay to, in jest I said to our line manager that Polly and I could share a room; magnetically Polly concurred. Nothing was put in this anyway sexually, this was a simple case of the fact that we knew each other, and the alternative was that we would share a room with a stranger, something neither of us wanted. More importantly for me, I wanted to fuck someone else, and what better way to fuck someone than to already have a "shoe in" to spend time with them.

A week prior to the trip, I suggested Polly came over to my office to have a look around... She'd never been there before. During her visit, i made a number of sexual references, then i took her to a more isolated part of the building. Without conversation, as she was about to leave the room I pushed the door close ahead of her. I pushed her against the door, and immediately, and instinctively undid her trousers. She fought against this, but I knew she liked it. I was a little dissapointed, having undone her trousers and slipping my hand down the back of them, I discovered she was wearing a thong... Was this for my benefit?

As the day proceeded, we joked and i told her I would do a variety of things to her after all the staff went, she played along with my game.

As the staff all left, and I was alone with Polly i reacted. I pushed her down to the ground, and slipped her trousers off. I left her in her white cotton thong, on the floor. I pushed her legs apart, and started kissing her around her underwear. Then I simply pushed her underwear aside, and started licking her pussy. I gave her long deep licks, spreading the length of her vagina, from the back to the front. Then I focused on her clitoris, circling it with my tongue, nibbling it very, very gently, sucking it.

I slid a finger into her vagina, moving it inside i rubbed gently at first her G-Spot, then as i licked more furiously, I pounded at her G-spot. She was butter in my hands. She came, and shortly after came again, before finally coming a third time. As I rose from her vagina, i stuck my tongue in her mouth for the first time, she could taste herself in my mouth... She liked this, it really turned her on.

I seldom take a woman, or provide myself any personal pleasure from a first encounter. The reason I do this is I need her to see I'm a caring man, all I wanted was to make her come. When you do this to a woman, it's 99.9% likely she will come back for more. Women love to have their pussies licked, but they like it more if you know what your doing down there, if you can make them come. If I had simply fucked her, there is a possibility they might not come back for more.

Come the day of the conference, and we made the journey to Glasgow by train. She had sweat pants on, this allowed easy access to her goods, and while on the train I took the opportunity to stick my hands down her trousers. To my excitement, she was back in knickers again, these has a large element of lycra in them, and the sides were quite large. This really turned me on, they were silky to the touch. She was not up for a little transportation finger action, so sadly I waited till we reached Glasgow.

I remember the scene fairly clearly, although it occurred almost a decade ago.

We walked in the room, I shut the door, took her bag from her hand and through her on the bed. No time to look around, no time to survey the scene. I pulled her trousers off in a flash, a few seconds later I pulled her knickers off. She was a lot hairier than I expected, but this did not turn me off. Again without kissing her I went down on her, I liked her pussy long and hard. Mid-way through this she tipped me onto the bed, took my trousers off, then lowered by Calvin Klein boxer briefs. She started off wanking me off, really quite hard.... a little rougher than I would have preferred, yanking my foreskin back hard making my whole penis a bit sore. Then she leaned forward and just tickled the tip of my penis with her tongue... It felt really good. I could have come, there and then in a flash. But I never, this would not have been good. I'm not one to come quickly, but the combination of pleasure and pain almost tipped me over the edge.

I stuck my penis in her pussy, and you could see by the look on her face I was a bit bigger (even though I think i'm quite small) than she was used too, maybe it was the sensation of pleasure and pain. Either way, it never went in as easily as either of us expected. Rather irresponsibly I know, I never used protection.. I was so against it back then, and I knew by the way she was that Polly had not had much experience. I fucked her hard, to the point of orgasm for her, and almost to the point for me. I pulled out at the final moment (never once thinking about all the sperm that was already loose) and she finished me off by hand.

Over the course of the next 3 days, we fucked at least two dozen times, each and every time I went down on her. This really impressed her, she loved that I always ate before I fucked, and there was never not enough time. We hardly slept and returned home on the Tuesday morning looking like zombies. I had enjoyed the break, but I was done with her... I knew she would be needy... And I was not wrong.

Having returned to work, she kept telling me she loved me, and that she feared she was pregnant (she was'nt)... I needed shot of her, so made it very clear we would never fuck again.

Sex At Work

I had awoken, as usual; left my loving partner in bed sleeping, and laid on the bathroom floor, where I masturbated. This is a practice that happens every day, without fail. I love a good wank, it's the only way to ensure you really get what you want from sex, who else will please you more than yourself.
I had grown sick of sex with my partner, frankly it bored me.

Not being an attractive man, I enjoyed the fact that others found me... attractive through my personality. Despite what many will tell you, you do not have to be attractive to seduce a woman, you just need to have a killer personality, this I had. When you win someone over with your words, you suddenly become increasingly more attractive to them, they no longer see what they used to see.

Picking a target at work is a lazy option, it's lazy because they know you.You are eliminating half the battle. It's a way to score without the... complications, the anxieties, and the fear of rejection. If you not only have a killer personality, but maybe some superiority over this person, then you're already on the home straight.

I've never been one to be backwards in going forward, if i like you, and I want to fuck you, i'll tell you. I might treacle it up a bit, nobody likes the simple line "I want to fuck you"; it's not a turn on. I'd start slowly, using the following methods:-

I think your beautiful

You look lovely today

That dress really shows off your body form, you should wear it more often

You're boyfriend/husband (where applicable) should never let you out of his sight


The above lines might sound cheesy, but trust me they work. It's all about setting the scene.

I decided that in order to get to my next level of sexual pleasure, I would select a target at work.