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3 - A Train Journey To Ecstasy: By Michelle Debbie
Female to Male, Sex with Strangers, Sex in Public
"I felt him press into my back, his hand stroked down my bottom, and slipped under my skirt. His fingers pushing past the bottom seam of my underwear and under my gusset, sensually fondling my peach."
Episode 3 - A Train Journey To Ecstasy: By Michelle Debbie
On most of the working days in my second summer holidays I'd take the same tube in the morning and whenever possible.
I'd sit in the same seat when I could.
Most mornings I noticed there was an older man, around his late 40's, possibly early 50's well within what I now know to be my preferred age group, he was attractive, average height, clean, dark hair, greying at the temples, and blue eyes.
He smelled nice, and was reasonably presentable. He would often sit opposite me, he carried a briefcase, so clearly he worked somewhere in the city.
After a while he started to nod at me as a form of greeting, which I only faintly acknowledged, though I have to admit I liked his attention.
The underground coaches tend to roll a bit as they travel along, and although I crossed my legs at the ankles, pressing my calves together, my knees would bounce around a bit, parting slightly and then bumping together again, after a few days I noticed he would quite often look at my legs as they moved apart, quickly looking away as he saw that I'd seen his interest, but he was too late, I knew he was looking up my skirt at my underwear, and he had no idea what he was in for over the next five or six weeks, equally, neither did I know what I was in for either.
From then on, I wore shorter looser skirts, more full and lacier underwear, plenty of frills and patterns on my panties so that a glimpse would be enough to make his heart flutter. I gradually revealed a little more, using the rocking of the carriage as the cover for my inadvertent exhibitions of lingerie.
One day I got onto the train at my stop, and he was sitting there as usual, I sat in the seat directly opposite him, and I saw him shift his position to get a better view, the train lurched unexpectedly and by knees swung apart a bit more than I usually allowed, he swallowed hard, as he saw the frothy sea of white lacy underwear, and a full unexpurgated view with my peach, this is what I call my vulva, my plump outer labia, that swell in a pair of smooth curves outside my small labia, regardless of whether you look from the front or the back, the shape resembles a sweet, juicy peach, pressing hard against the gusset of my panties.
There were a few people at the other end of the carriage far enough away not to see anything, he looked around at them to make sure they weren't looking, and shifting his weight again, he reached down and adjusted himself. I could clearly see that he had a fairly big erection, he blushed and smiled at me, but I pretended not to notice, after a few minutes when he had settled, I unthinkingly reached under the hem of my skirt, and adjusted my slip which had tucked under me, folding back on itself and feeling a little uncomfortable to sit on, his eyes opened wide, and he took a deep breath inward, the tube train arrived at my station, and I got off, flicking my skirt up at the back as I did so, revealing a little more lace, and quite a bit of the back of my thighs, as the carriages pulled out of the station, I saw him watching me as it left and I was secretly thrilled to have such an unexpected effect on a mature man.
On my way home that night, he was on the train as well, it was quite busy.
So I waited until the seat opposite him was free, moving casually down the carriage and sitting down, accidentally catching my skirt hem with my handbag and pulling it up on the right so he could see my thighs, and the straps of my suspenders, including the lace welt's of the stockings, after a minute or so, I noticed what I had done, I lifted my bottom up, and rearranged it to a more modest appearance, but giving him an extra view of my panties under the front of my skirt, almost up to the waistband.
It was quite a long trip between the last station, almost fifteen minutes and the carriage always turned sharply about two minutes before arriving at my stop, giving me warning of our imminent arrival.
After we arrived at my stop, quite a few people crowded to the door waiting for the train to stop, and the doors to open, I was last, standing back and behind the crowd at the doors.
He was the only one left in the carriage.
He quickly stood up, and stepped close behind me.
I felt him press into my back, his hand stroked down my bottom, and slipped under my skirt.
His fingers pushing past the bottom seam of my underwear and under my gusset, sensually fondling my peach, and feeling my labia through the material of my panties, everyone was pushing forward towards the door, and nobody noticed so I gently pushed my hips back against his hand, feeling my wetness on the inside of my panties as I did so.
We all got off except him, he unassumingly sat down again, and as the train pulled away.
He was smiling.
I was thrilled at the effect I'd had on him, and it changed my intentions on how to continue my teasing of him, that wasn't going to be enough for me, I wanted him, and wanted him badly.
The following week, on the first day, I'd thought about getting him to touch me again, and started to choose outfits with him in mind.
Arriving at the tube station slightly early, I took up a position near the left side of the platform, roughly where the second carriage would come to a halt, the train pulled in, and as they opened, I stepped in through the door, the seat opposite him was vacant, but there was a middle aged woman in the seat next to him, he looked a little exasperated as I sat down, and I only managed to give him a glimpse of the edge of the slip, the woman seemed indifferent to both he and I, so I sat quietly letting the swaying of the train do the work of briefly parting my knees, luckily at the next stop, the lady got off and our end of the carriage was almost empty, as we left the station.
I raised my knee as I reached down to adjust my foot into the heel of my shoe, as I bent forwards, my knees were significantly apart, and I knew he could see right up into my skirt, my panties clearly visible with the shape of my vulva clearly defined and very visible.
As I rose to get off, I looked directly at at him, pouting slightly, favouring my bottom lip, he smiled as I turned sharply, my skirts flying up showing my legs almost three quarters of the way up them, with a flash of the welts of my hold ups, he smiled and sat back slightly to get a better view, and I saw he had a really hard erection, starkly outlined against the front of his trousers, it looked much larger than I had at first thought, I flashed my eyes at him, then slowly gave him a soft encouraging smile, I got off the train, and walked towards the exit, as he leaned forward in his seat to watch me go.
I was quite busy during the day, and I bustled around catching up with the rise in workload as we came to month end reporting.
At the end of my work day before heading to the station I had to pee badly. I lifted my skirts and pulled my panties down, and sat on the seat grateful.
I reached down to pull my panties up, than thought for a moment, and on impulse I took them off, putting them into the bottom of my handbag, standing up, I shook my skirts to make sure that they hung properly, then after washing my hands, I left, relishing the feel of the heavy slip brushing my bottom and thighs as I walked to the station.
I was pleased to see him sitting on the train home.
I walked slowly to the seat opposite giving him a half, but impudent smile.
There were very few people at our end of the carriage, and nobody sitting close to us.
I sat down carefully but slightly parting my legs.
His eyes zeroed in on my thighs.
I waited until there was nobody paying any attention, and I crossed my legs, lifting my hem into place over my knees, I thought he was going to stop breathing, and I saw him tense as he had a quick glimpse of my pubic hair.
I'm a natural blonde and my pubic hair is light, straight and softly silken.
The carriage jolted and turned sharply as we came to my stop, people stood up, I waited until the people at our end had passed me by, checking to see that there was nobody left there except him, then I stood and waited slightly back from the crowd, giving him a slow blink as I did so, he came behind me and put his hands up the back of my skirts, his thumb's running up the inside of my thighs as he gripped the back of my legs, I felt his startled reaction as he reached my stocking tops and slipped his hand under my wet peach to find nothing there except my silky hair, and my wet labia, I pushed my bottom back into his hand and I felt him hold his breath as he felt my warm bare skin and the realization that I had no panties on hit him.
His hand pressed in through my legs, as he stroked my labia with his middle finger, softly gently feeling them engorging under his delicate touch, tantalizing me by catching the tip of my clitoris as he stroked in soft circles over my slowly opening vaginal entrance.
We only had about a minute before the train came out of the tunnel and pulled to a stop at the platform, I so much wanted more, as he stepped back and my skirts fell back into place.
I got off the train, walking forwards towards the exit.
As the train left, he was watching me.
During the walk home I made my plan to have him inside me before the end of my holiday job that week.
On the coming Friday, it was my last working day before I was due to go back to university.
I thought this was the day to really tantalize him, and maybe tempt him into a little more
I wore a black underwear set, the panties and slip was embellished with lace and frills.
I chose not to wear a bra.
And when I wear black panties. I mean business.
My outer wear was a mid-grey business suit, if I unbuttoned the jacket, and moved my chest forwards, my breasts and nipples were quite visible, but discreet enough to create interest without being too provocative.
The effect of black lacy underwear under a mid-grey skirt was very powerful, the contrast visually stunning, and I felt that hollow ache in my groin as I prepared to leave the apartment, pinning my hair back with a simple slide, for a change putting on black open toed patent leather 3" heels, instead of my normal flat shoes.
I caught my usual tube train, and sat opposite him again, bending forwards to adjust the fit of my high heels, my knees slightly apart, I made sure he saw blackness of my underwear, highlighting the pale smooth skin at the top of my stockings, he had made sure he had himself properly dressed in his trousers, and I saw he had a much bigger erection that I had at first thought.
He was well hung, and I marveled that I could have such an effect on him, it was very exciting to me, the carriage bumped and swayed, each time my skirt moved revealing the hidden pleasures of my lingerie, he smiled at me, I returned it with a flat insolent stare, he shifted uncomfortably and as he did so, I adjusted my hem, and slowly, deliberately crossed my legs, he almost fainted at the sight, blushing uncontrollably, he looked into my eyes, and, I gave him a slight self-satisfied smile, the tube arrived at my stop on the city, I stood up and got off, he watched me as the train pulled out, and I surprised him with a little wave, and an encouraging nod.
All day at work, I couldn't stop thinking about him, and I was slowly becoming more and more aroused, mostly by the movement of my lingerie and stockings against my skin, some of the men on the office were giving me appreciative looks, a few clearly hot and bothered, as were a number of the women, I did my best to make it worse for them, inflaming their desire, but discreetly, the brief glimpse, the odd accidental revelation, finding that the suggestion, the hint, to be more powerful that the full exposure, however I had raised myself to an almost desperate level of sexual hunger, to the extent that I was moist between my legs and feeling the overwhelming need for quick meaningless sex.
On my way back to the apartment that evening, I was both surprised, and very pleased to see him on my train, it was Friday, so it was quiet, most people having finished early, I got on and as usual, I sat opposite him, and clearly he was expecting me to be there, he looked eagerly towards me, there were only a few passengers in the carriage and by the time we got to the stop before mine, there was only the two of us left, my knees had parted a few times with the movement of the carriage and I had very slowly pulled the front of my skirt up almost to my lap, and crossed my legs revealing my black lace covered lower body, the tails of my suspenders contrasting starkly against the pale smoothness of my skin, after a few stops.
I had surreptitiously unbuttoned the jacket of my suit, letting it gap open, taking the hair slide out and putting it into my handbag, I let my hair fall to its full length, at that time it was almost to my waist, I reached up to brush my fingers through my long thick blonde tresses to shake it out, arching my back and shoulders, pushing my breasts forward against the front of the camisole, revealing the small breasts with my very stiff nipples against the almost see through silk at the sides of the front ruffles, he swallowed hard as he looked at them, as we pulled out of that last station, I stood up knowing that we had around fifteen minutes before we arrived at where I got off, I gave him a challenging look, briefly half smiling, gently indicating to him with a slight flick of my head, and raising my eyebrows, as I turned to stand my feet apart by the door.
It took him almost half a minute to get the hint, but once he realized what was on offer, he immediately stood behind me, moving close he quickly slipped his hands under the back of my skirt, his hands moved up my thighs, one inside the top of the swell of my thigh, the other on the outside of my leg over my stocking, he pushed his left hand under my gusset, cupping my slightly swollen and plump vulva, his fingers stroking the soft silky material, his right hand resting on the side of my panties, his thumb hooked inside the elastic of the leg, his fingers on the crest of my hip pulling me in towards him, his cheek resting against the back of my head, his warm breath on the skin of my neck.
I could feel his hard shaft through his trousers, pressed against my bottom neatly fitting in the body crease of my buttocks, my god, it felt big, momentarily I hesitated, he sensed that and moved his hand from my hip to the front panel of my panties, gently and reassuringly stroking my lower tummy.
He sighed with frustration, as he pulled my short skirt up over my bottom, we only had about ten or eleven minutes left, I heard him unzip his trousers, and he moved his hand to the inside of his fly.
I felt the heat of his manhood as he pushed it through between my thighs.
It was so thick it was touching the skin of them both at the top of my stockings, I leaned forward slightly, pushing my soft buttock cheeks against him as his member pressed up firmly into my panties, and I could feel his pulse through my groin as his shaft throbbed stiffly, hard up against my gusset.
Chapter two.
He could feel my urgency as I pushed my bum into him.
His fingers pulled the crotch of my panties to one side, the pantie leg sliding over the cheek of my bottom, and I stood on tiptoe as he bent his knees to straighten himself out, bringing it up, his shaft was slippery with pre liquid, and I was streaming with wetness.
As his tip touched my labia, I felt them curl open, and he entered me, quickly plunging firmly into me, that first insertion exquisite in its sensation as I felt every inch of him go in, it was absolutely incredible, he had a big long thick member.
I was so aroused and wide open.
He pushed straight past my vaginal muscles almost without any resistance from them, stretching me wide, as I took a loud sharp breath, and suddenly going in so deep he touched the top of my vaginal vault almost immediately, I cried out from the searingly sharp almost electric tingling mixture of pleasure and pain, he thrust quickly, and smoothly pushing his full length in and out of me, stretching me wider sometimes a bit painfully each time the base of his manhood rammed into my soft wet labia, I could feel the rim of his glans pressing outwards against the vaginal wall, catching my g-spot each way, my extended clitoris vibrating against his urethral tube and the ridges on the long underside of his shaft, I was panting loudly, my forehead covered in sweat, as he pumped in and out faster and faster.
I gripped the upright safety bar by the door as I leaned forward a bit more, pushing my hips back firmly as I took his whole shaft inside me, his trousers rubbing roughly against the bare flesh above my stocking tops, I relished the feel of my stockings rubbing up and down on my skin, my panties sliding up and down over my bottom and my lower belly, with the rustling of my slip as it moved over the front of my legs, it was the first time I'd experienced sex while fully clothed, he held my hips tightly making sure I was as close to him as possible, I was really enjoying what he was doing, it was lovely, he pounded away almost lifting me off my feet with each inward thrust.
I looked down and saw his shoes between my feet, I had my left foot, tucked behind his, still securely in my heels, we were dripping a bit onto his right shoe, I saw my skirt swinging back and fore in front of me, and felt my belly rippling as his manhood pressed hard against my insides, I could hear the slapping squelching sound as my labia oozing fluid, was pummeled by his thick shaft, he had been subjected to almost six weeks of me sexually tempting and teasing him, now he had the chance to release that pent up excitement, as with an almost frantic flurry of thrusts, he released, powerfully, deep inside my womanhood, his semen pulsed out, hot and thick, he pushed in, hard several times as he emptied himself, trying unsuccessfully to stifle his grunts and groans.
I had a long but reasonably powerful completion through the strong hard vigorous penetration, the aching feeling built up within me, and then peaked, spreading into that mild, pleasurable wave which I felt deep inside, my womanhood seemed to spasm, the affected a much larger area, it was like waves of pleasure crashing all over my body.
I felt fulfilled, whole and very, very satisfied as I felt that delicious warm sensation inside me as he continued to pump his rich fluids into me.
The carriage rocked violently as we hit that sharp turn, I could see through the connecting doors that there people in the next carriage, but they didn't see us, he slowly pulled out of me, it seemed to take longer than I expected, almost like a long rubbery pipe being withdrawn from me slowly but reluctantly, I felt a sharp tingle as his tip opened my labia when it came out, together with a bit of spillage adding to the small puddle on the floor, I tried to see the manhood that had impaled me so firmly and deeply, but he quickly tucked it away inside his trousers and zipped himself up, he pulled my panties back into place over my right buttock, and as my skirts and slip fell back into place, I felt his warm fluid flow into the soft material of my crotch, soaking my gusset, running down the inside of my thighs and into the lace of my stocking tops.
but without too much more spilling onto the floor, leaving only a little wet trace of our twelve minutes of furious but satisfying sexual congress.
He quickly kissed me and whispered gratefully.
"Thank you, I needed that after the last few weeks, and I haven't been with a woman for nearly eight months."
I kissed him back whispering.
"No, really, thank you, it was definitely worth the wait."
That was the only time we spoke to each other, or kissed, over the whole time we had shared our journeys together, six weeks, but just about thirty words over a few seconds.
He pulled his clothes straight and sat down, I saw he had some wet patches on the front of his trousers, if he was married, he'd have some explaining to do if his partner saw those, together with the smell of me there as well, the tube train came out of the tunnel at my platform, I quickly checked my clothes to make sure I was neat and tidy, then as the doors opened, I stepped out and walked up the platform, he smiled and waved to me as he passed by in the carriage, I smiled, waved back and blew him a kiss, as I walked towards the exit, feeling the continued throbbing in between my thighs.
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