On the train

As always this is true story and I’m telling you because my man says I must.

I was on the train to London as I was traveling 1st class and was suitably dressed in a dark suit, crisp pale blouse & high heels .
When I got to my seat I was sitting opposite a man of about my own age.

At first I didn’t take much notice of him and once we had passed the usual pleasantries of Good Morning I slipped my jacket off and settled back to read my book.

When the trolley arrived I ordered my usual black coffee and as I was waiting for it to be poured our eyes met and we smiled at each other.

It was then I noticed how attractive he was, very fair with startling blue eyes.
He was clearly very fit in a tall rangy sort of way and had beautiful smile that extended into his remarkable eyes.

He remarked how brave I must be to drink the coffee neat. I can’t remember what I said in reply but from that moment we started to chat.

The usual stuff that strangers on a train talk about, “Isn’t the weather awful?” “Are you travelling for work?”
That sort of stuff but my mind wasn’t on our conversation I was much more interested in his physical presence.

I started to notice how expensively dressed he was and how he had the confidence that only successful men have but everything about him was very understated and subtle.

I started to worry that I was gabbling on but the conversation seemed to flow ok for a while then I went back to my book and he reopened his paper

I could not resist glancing at him and studying his well manicured hands
Then we caught each other looking and smiled and he looked at me in a way I recognised.
The look a man gives a woman when he is attracted to her.
We both pretended not to notice but when I glanced up again his eyes were clearly looking at my ample breasts and I could feel my nipples hardening and starting to press through my blouse.

I tried to not look at him again because it must have been becoming more and more obvious how seductive I found him.

I noticed he was writing something which he pushed across the tale towards me. The message was very short but very clear.
It said “I want to fuck you.”

Momentarily I didn’t know what to do but the warm wetness between my legs told me that I knew exactly what I wanted to do.

I stood up quite abruptly, looked straight at him and smiled.

Then I turned and headed for the toilet. As I walked away I realised I had not said “yes” or “no” but realised the hardness of my nipples now clearly visible through my blouse had answered for me and I was certain he would follow.

I had only been in the toilet a few seconds when the door opened and he was there.

He immediately pushed me against the shelf in front of the mirror
and covered my mouth with his.

As he pushed his tongue deep into me he felt hot and hungry and I could feel the hardness of his cock against my stomach.

He quickly undid the buttons of my blouse and tipped my breasts out of my bra
Then instead of choking me with his tongue he changed direction and concentrated on using his mouth around my nipples.
At first just licking them then sucking them and finally sinking his teeth into each one in turn.

I was so excited by this sudden attention that I could hardly breathe and was holding tightly on to him.

His hands were never still, once he had my tits exposed for his pleasure he pushed my skirt up and dragged my knickers down until I was able to kick myself free of them so he could push my legs open.
As he hoisted me onto the shelf he slipped a hand onto my wet thigh and up between my legs to explore my wet cunt.
Pushing me open with hard probing fingers.

I could hear how wet I was as his fingers explored me.

Then he moved his hand away and I realised he was undoing his trousers ready to release himself. I half reached down to help but he moved my hand away and I could feel the hard tip of his cock pressed between the lips of my open wet cunt.

With one firm thrust he gave me his full length and to silence my cries he covered my mouth with his and filled my mouth with his tongue.

Then he started to fuck me hard and deep. Here was nothing subtle about him now.
He was urgent and basic.
I was hanging on to him with my arms around his shoulders and my stockinged legs clamped firmly around his back.
He had moved his head back & as I glanced at him I realised he was watching himself fucking me in the mirror behind me
Just when I thought he couldn’t do me any deeper he did me so hard I was lifted into the air and had to hang on to him even harder as my breasts bounced about between us.

We were both gasping now and as he buried his head into my neck I could feel his deep heavy breath against my throat.

He was doing me with such force and vigour I was soon coming and as the tight muscles of my cunt clamped around his hard demanding shaft I heard him gasp and felt his urgency increase.

He went on doing me harder and harder and faster and faster. I could hardly breathe until he finally shuddered and emptied himself into me.

We hung onto each other trying to catch our breaths as we recovered he moved away and tidied his clothes and left me.

When I had rearranged my clothes and redone my makeup I set off back to my seat as the I could hear the announcement saying we had reached his destination and he was gathering his things together.
We walked to the door together and walked along the platform without speaking. At the end of the platform our paths parted, still nether of us spoke just smiled at each other and went on our separate ways.