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.