The Girl on the Train

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It was a pretty dreary Sunday afternoon. Despite the great weather outside, I felt terrible. I watched the foliage whip past me just a few feet away from the train window. It was late afternoon and I was on my way home after a great last weekend at school. A lot of late nights, way too much to drink and some awesome memories to reminisce about in the fall. As great as it was, I was still missing something. The whole morning, and most of the ride so far, I thought about all the beautiful girls I had talked to, danced with, and eventually struck out with. My sexual frustration is at an all-time high right now and I’m running out of ways to keep my mind off it. I decide to pull out a book in the hopes of getting lost in another world. I was so into the story that I didn’t even notice the beautiful girl sit down next to me. Eventually, I did notice her and I quickly forgot about the book I had been reading. At first, I was too shy to ask her name so in my head I named her Megan, the name of the author of the book she was reading.We sat for almost an hour like this, just reading next to each other, motionless and fixated on our own tales. Most people had gotten up to leave at the previous stop, leaving only ten or so in the car we were in. She was very tan with dark brown hair down to the middle of her back, small but perky boobs and a very plump ass. Her smell was intoxicating and I found it increasingly harder to focus on my book. I kept moving in my seat, half attempting to get a better view of her and half trying to hide the half chub that was isvecbahis very transparent through my thin shorts. I decided it was better to try and talk to her than sitting here squirming around like a fish.“Hi,” I said sheepishly.“Hi,” she smiled back.“I-I’m Peter,” I stammered. I had to be careful not to babble like an idiot. “I really like that book you’re reading.” To be honest, I had no idea what the book was about.“Oh, this one? I just picked it up at the station before we got on but yeah it’s pretty good so far!” She sounded bubbly but didn’t look like she wanted to keep talking. We sat there in silence for another couple of minutes as we passed by another stop. The doors closed and a very large man came and sat down next to Megan causing her to move over even closer to me, close enough that our arms were almost touching. I’m happy she couldn’t see my face because I was flushed with excitement.We continued reading and as I turned the page my hand bumped hers.“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said quickly.“It’s okay,” she giggled back at me. There was a slight smile on her lips as she turned back. Maybe she was getting the hint that I was into her.I was starting to get bored with my book so I peeked over and started reading the page she was on.“He looked at me devilishly from across the room. There was passion in his eyes, I hadn’t seen a man look at me like that in god knows how long. Ugh, he was toying with me. His jawline was beautiful and he had the perfect amount of stubble on his face. I was too mesmerized by him to notice that he was getting closer isveçbahis giriş until he was finally right in front of me.” This is way more intense than I was expecting but I wanted to keep reading. I look up at Megan and she’s softly biting her lip, her fingers have a strand of hair that she’s curling in between them and her face looks a soft pink. I look down and kept reading; she was on a new page now.“He ordered two glasses of whiskey, neat, and began telling me about his job. I was barely listening, I could only focus on his eyes. In the dim light of the club, his brown eyes shone miraculously. They burned a dark amber color that I couldn’t seem to get close enough to. He started getting handsy with me which I was more than okay with. He was gently dragging the back of his index finger up and down my forearm and every pass left goosebumps in its trail.”At this point, I was started to get very worked up and I could feel it become hotter in the space between us. I looked over and Megan’s legs were crossed but she kept shifting in her seat, grinding her thighs together with each change of position. Her face was fully flushed now and I could see her eyes darting anxiously from word to word on the page. I was so turned on my breathing became deep and heavy and my face felt like I had been out in the sun for hours. I thought about making a move but I was invested in this story and wanted to see where it led.“We pressed our bodies as close together as possible. My ass against his cock. I could feel it growing with every move I made. His isveçbahis yeni giriş baseball glove size hands started to explore my thigh and work their way up to them hem of my tiny dress sitting just below my ass cheeks. He leaned in and I could feel his hot breath on my ear. He gave it a tiny nibble and it sent a vibration through my body. My back arched slightly, my left hand pulled the hair on the back of his head and my right hand pulled at his pants just below his hard cock. Without warning, he turned me around and slammed me up against the wall. His hands were around my waist and he was holding me up so that my feet were a few inches off the ground. It was a good thing because my knees were too weak to hold me up on my own.” I was struggling to contain myself now. My cock was very visible through my shorts so I held the book next to it, in my right hand, so she couldn’t see. With my left hand, I grasped my cock hard over my shorts and gently pulled it to the left to release just a tiny bit of pleasure. I must have let out a soft moan because she broke from her trance and flashed me a look. Her eyes were wide, pupils dilated and face a bright red. She wasn’t wearing a bra, only thin tank top and her nipples were poking out very visible. A fiendish smile crept across her lips as she quickly reverted her gaze back down towards the pages. I waited until she was fixated again to join in the story.“His tongue danced around in my mouth while his hands frisked my ass. My pussy was dripping at the anticipation of what was coming next. He reached under my skirt and grabbed a handful of my ass. I was only wearing a skimpy G-string so he had my whole bare ass to play with. His cock was pushing at his pants so much I could feel it poking my leg every time he inched closer.

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