The Train

After a late night in the office I jumped on the train for the hour long journey back to my village. I sat in the back carriage on the back row. There were 6/7 people on the carriage. I settled down and started scrolling my phone, before I know it my hand is in my pocket and I’m gently squeezing my cock. I’m at the back and nobody is opposite me so I’m fairly comfortable. 3 stops in and we pick up passengers one of which came and sat at the back on the opposite seat to me. So I took my hand out my pocket. She was a middle aged woman, probably mid 40s. She had been on a night out and was clearly tipsy. She had a dress on and a fur coat. She looked quite hot. 

I continued to watch the phone and forgot where I was and started to occasionally adjust and squeeze myself. I came to my senses as we approached the next station and I looked across at the milf opposite hoping she hadn’t seen me. She looked at me, smiled and raised her eyebrows. Did she approve? I took that as yes and as the train moved on I started to squeeze my cock over my chinos occasionally catching glances with the dark haired lady opposite me. The excitement of being watched made my cock swell and I had a visible bulge in my trousers. She had lifted one of her legs onto the seat but was still facing forward. I wanted her to spin round a show me but she didn’t. Over the next few stops the carriage started to empty and as it was dark the lights were dim. I became more bold and down round and put my feet on the seat. Now I was rubbing and looking at her. She was shy but kept looking at my hand. I motioned unzipping my fly and I got a cautious thumbs up but no eye contact. I unzipped and undid the button at the top. The bulge in my pants now poked through. I continued to rub desperate to release my cock. I looked over and she had started to unzip her coat slightly and the other leg was on the seat. I hooked my hand under the elastic and slowly pulled down. She nodded in approval and watch as my big cock spring out and stood upright. She mouthed wow. I sat there with it out and hard and allowed her to look at it. I then wrapped my hand around it and motioned for her to unzip her coat slightly  she obliged and revealed a low cut dress that showed off a lovely big cleavage. I say about a D cup.

I was now moving my hand up and down my big shaft and she was occasionally looking but also looking forward checking nobody was coming. I saw her hand moved down between her legs, was she having a rub? As we travelled through the country. The train got darker and she spun round to face me. She opened her legs to reveal a pair of black pants as light shone into the carriage the gusset appeared darker, was she wet. She reached down and started to rub herself over her pants. I stopped stroking and just watched. Her other hand started to massage one of her tits. I really wanted to see them. She noticed me watching and lowered the cup of her dress to reveal a perfect pair of firm tits with lovely hard nipples. My cock hardened to a full 8.5 inches and I resumed stroking. Her rubbing got faster and she pulled her pants aside and pushed 2 fingers into her wet hole. I had to stop stroking as I was about to cum and I wanted to watch her and give her a chance to cum.

She seemed to be lost in the moment and added another finger, pushing 3 fingers into and out of her wet hole, the sound was so hot and the smell of sex of the carriage was rife. I so desperately wanted to cum so I mouthed, ‘I’m going to cum,’ she moved her fingers up to her clit and I started to stroke my big cock faster and faster. I lifted my shirt and started to harden and I shot cum over my stomach. She watched and then tensed and started to shake as she brought herself to orgasm. She adjusted her clothing and looked a little embarrassed. She stood up and walked to another carriage but not before leaning in and sticking her wet fingers in my mouth and gave my softening cock a quick squeeze. 

I caught my breath and cleaned up the cum with my shirt before putting my cock away. I saw her get off at the next stop but not before mouthing, ‘Thank you,’ as she walked past the window.