Micro Monday | Sexuality | Quickie | Stranger
Teasing on the Train
Strangers on a train make the most of the dark to explore each other’s bodies
When suddenly the crowded train entered a tunnel, the carriage lights flickered briefly, then failed, plunging everything in darkness. Amid sounds of startlement and confusion, a body fell against her. Trudi hoped it was the young man she was fantasising about. They’d waited at the same dusty station. His stumble pushed Trudi’s thighs apart while, for balance, his hand landed just above her breast.
Electricity jolted when they touched. His close proximity had sizzled at the edge of her consciousness. Furtively she covered his hand and dragged it under her T shirt to capture her breast, encouraging him to squeeze.
She would’ve groaned at his touch, but silence was imperative. He didn’t resist or pull back, she was emboldened. With her other hand she brushed the front of his shorts, discovering the attraction was reciprocated. His cock was ramrod stiff behind the cotton. Pressing and stroking its outline she was impressed with its size and heat.
The stranger’s fingers grasped and explored her breast, tracing the outline of her nipple, toying with the piercing which enhanced her sensitivity. Without further hesitation, Trudi unzipped his flies. She slid a hand in to stroke his erection, smoothing a droplet of pre-cum around its engorged tip.
She sighed. Her breasts responded with such delicious lust that her clit throbbed when the pad of the young man’s thumb worried her aching nipple to a peak. Gripping the girth of his shaft, she moved deftly up and down. The stranger leaned towards her in supplication.
Fuck this was exciting! Trudi was taking what she wanted, in control of his pleasure. The danger of discovery, amidst people while fondling a stranger was extremely arousing. She continued stroking him, grasping and pumping so his cock responded, swelling and drooling pre-cum.
Trudi’s knickers were soaked through, her swollen labia throbbed against the unforgiving seam of her cut-off shorts. At that moment light began to pierce the carriage as the train left the tunnel. Trudi hastened, albeit reluctantly, to press the stranger’s eager dick back into the confines of his shorts before the carriage was flooded with low-slanting evening sunlight.
As their journey continued, Trudi burned with unfulfilled lust and arousal. Her breasts ached like overripe fruit, begging to be picked. The young man frequently caught her eyes, mutual frustration blazed in his longing looks. Each throbbed for what could have been. The tenting of his shorts was now disguised with a notebook he held.
Trudi wished for another tunnel, to finish what they’d started, but it wasn’t to be. As the train approached the next station she snatched his notebook and jotted down her mobile number. Her pulse thundered in her ears as she stepped off the train onto the arid platform.
The departing train fluttered Trudi’s hair. She slipped on her sunglasses before noticing the young man standing on the platform, watching her with a burning gaze.
Thanks to PJA Woode with whom I shared ideas eons ago, with a view to writing a longer story.
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