Night Train

Night Train by SowHand





Mike and I fantasize about having sex on a train until it is an obsession. It's our clittie, clittie, click, clack, chu-chu tease, and we smile and giggle. Sometimes we just look at each other and giggle. Like now, the sound of the train approaching --clatters, clangs and steam hisses and the whoosh of the passing cars flying by, clattering and squealing to a stop and blocking off the rest of the world. My cheeks flush and my heart races in anticipation.





Mike’s hand is warm and firm around my waist and I feel his hungry fingers making their way down my back; the warmth of his hand penetrates the light cotton skirt I am wearing. I look up and smile at him. I feel him, and I hunger for the feel of his groping fingers on my hot tingling thighs. I shudder just thinking how close Mike’s fingers are to easing their way up my already moist and welcoming crotch and into to my warm juicy pussy lips. I shudder with excitement and anticipation and I giggle as I glance up at Mike’s smiling face.





I want to feel his warm delicious fingers penetrate my pussy and his thumb rub against my clit. I want the thrill and intense feelings of his two deep penetrating fingers curling back inside my pussy walls, the internal massage and groping of my furrowed spongy “G” spot. Oh, ah yes, GOD yes -- my knees quiver a little just thinking about the delicious feel of it. My pussy lips swell, slick and moist -- Chu, chu, click, clack -- I giggle and shudder again.





The doors slide open on the late night train and we squeeze and wiggle our way through the departing crowd of people. The train is less crowded now, but still there are lots of would-be on-lookers, like the good-looking man reading a newspaper looking up at me, and our eyes meet for an instant.





I bite my lip. He looks delicious, and I feel like I could just eat him. I feel Mike and the tingling of my flesh tightening, and I feel the squeeze of his warm hand and probing fingers on my buttocks. His warm hand presses me forward and my feet and eyes move towards the vacant seats in front of the almost empty car. I slide my warm, fleshy buttocks along the cool plastic seat by the window.





I can see the man in the back as I turn, our eyes meet once again, so I must have made an impression on him. The train car is filling up now as I slide my shapely butt into a more accessible position on the cold plastic seat. I shiver a little, but it's not all from the chill of the seat.





I can see the newspaper guy still smiling at me from over the top of the paper. The lights flicker, and the whine and vibration of the engine signal the slow steady rocking motion of our train easing its way down the platform. The rocking and jerking motion of raw power excites me as the train begins its lumbering, steady motions, drawing me away to places hidden by the dark black night.

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