The Boy On The Train
I got on the train just before it pulled away. I was panting heavily when I finally got in my wagon. Inside, there was a boy… he was a teenager in sports joggers and a T-shirt. He looked shy, wore glasses, and had short brown hair. He was cute, and even offered to help me put up my suitcase. A perfect gentleman. Afterwards, he sat directly opposite me. We were the only people in the wagon.
He looked longingly at my body. I wore a sweatshirt and an indecently short skirt with sheer tights. He couldn’t stop staring at my legs, which I’d crossed to stop myself from flashing the young man - I wasn’t wearing any panties.
Having had a long night the night before, and rushing to catch the train, my body was exhausted. I decided to take a nap during the long journey. I don’t know if it was the friction of the tights on my pussy while the train rumbled along, but I had a wet dream. I woke up breathing heavily, my mouth was open and I realised I had been moaning. My legs were no longer crossed but laid open giving him a full view of the crotch of my tights. And it must have been a spectacular view judging by the look on the boy’s face. He didn’t even notice I was awake now. His eyes stared intently at my barely-covered pussy. I know he would be seeing the wet spot in the tights and it was about to get even wetter because watching his adoring gaze made me extremely horny. I let my legs open a bit wider and slid my hips to the edge of the seat. He still didn’t look up!
I couldn’t take it anymore, I lifted my foot it to his seat. With this move, he got an even better view, and now he knows he was caught. He tried to look away and apologise but I ignored his words. I put my other leg up to his side and started rubbing my clit through the tights. His mouth fell open and his eyes were glued to my pussy. I rubbed his thighs with my feet and he was bold enough to start sliding his hands up and down my legs. I leaned forward and put my hand behind his neck. I pulled him to his knees on the floor of the wagon. I buried his face between my legs. He moaned as he breathed in my scent. The feeling of his hot breath on my pussy caused a flood of my juices. I started jerking my hips, rubbing my wetness all over his mouth and nose. He started licking hungrily. His tongue grazed on my clit through the tights. I slid the tights off and he eagerly put my bare pussy in his mouth. He licked and sucked my clit as I moaned and squeezed my nipples. My clit was swollen after a few minutes of this. He put one, then two, and finally three fingers inside me. He fucked me with his fingers while he sucked hard on my clit. I came hard on his face and hand. His fingers were covered with my cum.
As soon as I was done, I pulled away from him and sat back in my seat. Without saying a word to him, I slid off my tights and threw them at him. He caught the tights and held them and looked at me in wonder. I looked pointedly at the corridor, silently telling him that anyone could pass at any moment. He finally got the hint, put his new trophy in his pockets and sat down in his seat. We rode together for a few more minutes. I noticed his hand stayed in his pocket where he kept my tights. At the next stop, he slowly got up and exited the wagon. He looked back, as if he wanted to say something, but I just smiled and waved at him. He exited the train and stood on the platform, looking at me. Another man came into my wagon and sat directly opposite me. I looked at the boy who now had my wet tights in his pockets and whose face smelled like my cunt. I winked and blew him a kiss as the train departed. Then, I spread my legs towards the new man as I leaned against the window and drifted off to sleep…
