Fucking on a train

We were on the train coming back from London, having been to the capital to see a show.  Christina was in a state of high arousal for most of the day and, on the journey with a mostly deserted train, she decided to play with herself - for our mutual benefit.

She moved both hands slowly down her belly.  With her fingertips, she teased at the waist of her shorts as if debating pushing them inside, then drew back up, hooking under the hem of her vest.  If one fluid movement, she pulled the material up to her bra, leaving her belly beautifully exposed.  Her breathing was getting more rapid now and you could see the movement around her belly button.  It looked lovely and I just wanted to kiss it.  I hoisted myself up onto the table on my elbows to get a better view.

Moving her hands slowly back past her belly button, she undid the button on her shorts with great deliberation.  She didn’t unzip, letting it come open on its own as she pushed her hands into her shorts.  She lifted herself off the seat slightly and kept pushing with her hands, sliding her shorts down past her backside.  A little wriggle and they slid down her legs.

Christina ran her index and middle fingers lightly over the front of her knickers, following the contours of her pussy.  As she slid them over her lips, I could see damp traces appear in the material.  She put both hands against her pussy, slowly tickling the area around the clit.  She moved her arms together, pushing her breasts into a deep valley of cleavage.  Both nipples were standing to attention.  She looked at me.  “Good?”

 “It’s so fucking hot…”

She licked her lips provocatively, then bit the lower one.

“Oh my god,”I said.

Her breathing was getting harder and faster.  She moved her hands together, both index fingers rubbing the groove of her pussy, making the knickers wetter with each pass.  I could see the lips clearly now, they were separated slightly.  She pressed her fingers harder against her clit and bit her lip harder.  Her fingers pushed harder onto her clit, then slid off to one side before she pulled back across her pussy hard.  I could see that her palms were sweaty and the gusset of her knickers was a ruin by now.  She rubbed her fingers back and forth, faster and faster against her clit.  With her right hand, she sought out her left nipple and began to tweak it, much more savagely than I ever would have.

With her thumb on her clit, Christina began to slide the heel of her left hand up and down her lips.  I saw the muscles in her thighs clench.  She held her breath, her hand moving harder, the material moving with her.  She tweaked her nipple again, pinching it through the fabric and then she shuddered, somewhere deep in her belly.  Her legs went rigid and she tilted her pelvis forward and up, her backside coming off the seat.  The shudders became spasms and she rode two or three of them, her hand barely slowing.  I watched in awe.

After the last spasm, she stopped moving her hand and exhaled, slow and hard.  It took her another couple of moments before she opened her eyes and smiled sleepily at me.  Strands of her hair clung damply to her forehead.

“Okay,” she said finally, “fuck teasing you, I want you now.”

“Now?  We’re on a train.”  I can be very dense sometimes.

Christina slid out of the seat and stood in front of me, smoothing down the front of her shorts.  She made a V of her fingers, rubbing it over her crotch.

“Follow me,” she said and walked past.

I turned and watched her nice arse and slender legs and knew that I needed to have her right then.  I slid out of my seat, checked that nobody was watching us and then followed her through the automatic doors.  Christina was standing outside one of the toilet doors and leaned on it to push it open.  She pressed her index finger to my lips.

“Try not to make too much noise,” she said then grabbed the neck of my t-shirt and pulled me into the small space, locking the door behind us.  She kissed me hard, her fingers fumbling with my belt. I kissed her back, our tongues pushing against each other.  My belt came undone and she pulled my shorts and boxers down in one fluid movment, breaking the kiss and bending down.  My cock was hard, jutting out like a bayonet.  She smiled up at me and, in a crouch, leaned forward and closed her soft, supple lips around the head of my cock.  Her tongue went to work, licking and slurping and circling the glans.  She moved her head up and down, coating my cock with saliva and I grabbed the sides of the toilet, biting my lip to stop myself from making a noise.  My cock grew harder, harder still and she pushed herself, trying to take more of it.  She reached up and, with her fingernails, stroked my shaft and massaged my balls.

I tapped her shoulder and when she looked up, I shook my head - no, too much!  She raised her eyebrows, let me cock go with a pop and stood up.

“Really?” she whispered.

“Really - it feels great and you’ve wound me up a treat with your wanking, this is all so fucking erotic.”

She pulled her t-shirt up and I reached for her tits, pushing them together and groping her nipples through the fabric of her bra.  Her nipples were really sensitive nipples and moaned lightly.  Hooking her fingers in the waist of her shorts, she slid them down to her knees and, leaving one hand to maul her tits, I reached down and stroked her pussy lips through the damp gusset of her knickers. 

She pushed her knickers down her legs and I slid a finger into her pussy.  She grabbed my shoulders and, fucking her with my index finger, I rubbed her clit with my thumb.  She kissed me again, harder than before and wrapped her fingers around my cock, wanking me with quick, short strokes.

She was clearly still turned on from her public masturbation because it was only a few moments before she began to shudder.  I broke the kiss and attacked her neck and earlobes, tweaking her nipple whilst I did so and she came all of a sudden, moaning and groaning, her legs wobbling slightly.

When she was finished, she leaned against me and lifted her left leg to place her foot on the toilet behind me.  She grabbed my cock and guided it into her wet, juicy pussy.  We both moaned a little when I penetrated her and she rolled on the balls of her feet, getting into the right position for me to go as deep as possible.  She moved up gently, as if gauging how far she could go and then impaled herself again.

I kissed her, both of us full of passion and hunger.  She started to bounce up and down, sliding her slick wet pussy onto my aching cock, and grabbing my arse cheeks.  I grabbed hers as well, helping with her thrusts.  We quickly worked up a rhythm that accelerated, heated up, and all too soon for me, it felt like we were getting close to the edge.  Still holding her arse, I managed to slow her movements down and she looked at me, frowning.

“Too much,” I whispered, my breath coming in short sharp bursts.  She nodded, understanding perfectly and maneuvered herself so that my cock slid out of her.  She rubbed her clit quickly, gave my cock a quick wank and then pushed me backwards so that I was sitting on the toilet lid.

She turned, put her hands on my thighs and settled herself backwards onto my cock.  She eased down, taking me all the way in and gasped when she bottomed out.  She began to bounce on me again and I leaned forward slightly, reaching around her to play with her clit.  The whole thing - the naughty air of all this, the fact that we were in a toilet, the fact that there was a train full of people out there - meant we were both close to the edge again and when she started to shudder, I took over the movement, thrusting hard into her, thumbing her clit hard at the same time.  She came just before I knew that I’d passed the point of no return and I came just after she finished, pumping hard.

We kept moving for a moment or two and then she slowly eased off me, cupping her left hand at her pussy and reaching for some toilet paper.  When she’d wiped herself, she shook my cock lightly and leaned down to kiss me.

“Now that made it all the better, didn’t it?” she said.