Trains Are The Best Way To Travel

It was a special weekend. Eric and I were taking the train into the city, which we only did on rare occasions. It was our anniversary, so we wanted to go somewhere to celebrate, and besides – we loved taking the train. Not only was the scenery worth it, but we had formed a tradition over the years, and I was quite excited to continue it.

Eric smiled. He was seated just across from me and made brief eye contact before turning back to look out at the hills blurring by. The morning sun flooded over his face. He looked so damn good. I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Ahem,” I said, clearing my throat as I stuck my toe out to poke his leg. If he was going to be so focused on the scenery, I would have to get his attention another way.

When he was finally looking at me, eyebrows raised with anticipation, I looked around to make sure no one would see me, and then I pulled down the top of my shirt, flashing one of my breasts at him. 

Eric shook his head as though he couldn’t believe what I was doing. “You’re so bad,” he said quietly. 

I shrugged and stared out the window, playing coy. “You love it.”

“That’s very true. I do love it.” He winked. 

I didn’t do anything else for another few minutes when I got Eric’s attention again and this time, lifted my shirt up from the bottom so that both of my small, bare breasts were out completely. My pink nipples were pointed and hard.

“Fuck, Ari,” Eric said, in a low, rough voice. He bit down on his lower lip, eyelids heavy. I knew that he knew exactly what was up.

I was completely turned on at that point, my white thong already getting soaked. Eric had put in his earphones and was listening to a podcast when I decided to escalate things even more. 
I lifted up my skirt, revealing the crotch of my panties, the fabric dark from my wetness. Eric’s eyes grew wide as he looked over and saw what I was doing. I ran my finger across my crotch, a shiver running through my body as I did so.

I couldn’t help but giggle nervously as I slid the thong off my legs. I was feeling very bold and horny, and it was hot to watch Eric squirm in his seat, adjusting himself. I could already see the outline of his hard cock through his sweatpants.

“Here you go,” I said playfully, tossing the thong at Eric. 

He grabbed it in his hands and shoved it into his sweatpants pocket.

“You’re not getting it back now,” he said, smirking at me.

One of the workers from the train was making her way up the aisle just then, and I
quickly pressed my legs together. I could feel my cheeks flaming hot, but I secretly loved it. Here I was, completely without my underwear, pussy soaking wet, as the train carried on like everything was normal. Eric looked at me, clearly amused as the woman asked if we needed anything.

“No, no,” I quickly said. “We’re fine, but thank you.”

During the last hour of the train ride we took, the stewardess decided to hang around and make small talk while I sat there without my panties on. Eric couldn’t stop laughing the whole time. Luckily, this woman didn’t stay for too long.

When she was out of sight, I leaned forward to Eric. “Meet me in the bathroom?”

Eric’s eyes narrowed. Our anniversary celebration was officially kicking off.

A few minutes later, we found ourselves tightly enclosed in the train bathroom. I was so horny now, ready to feel Eric’s cock sinking into me. He pressed me up against the wall, and I reached back around to stroke his cock, which was rock hard. Eric had my skirt bunched up around my waist, his hands running against my ass cheeks.

“Do you have any idea how badly I’ve been wanting you this trip?” he growled into my ear, his voice low and rough. He slid his fingers across the entrance of my pussy, finding it slick and dripping. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Damn, someone’s just as excited as I am, I see.”

I blushed and arched my back, pressing against him a little more. I was tired of talking. I wanted to feel his cock throbbing inside of me. I wanted to have sex in this tiny train bathroom while the other passengers sat in their seats, completely oblivious. I wanted to head back to my own seat with my pussy completely filled with cum.

Eric took the head of his cock and dragged it slowly against my pussy, teasing me, until he finally pushed his way inside.

“Goddamn, you are so wet,” he muttered, his breath catching in his throat. “Holy shit.”

I held onto one of the railings on the bathroom wall then as Eric started to fuck me. There wasn’t much room to move in this bathroom, but luckily, we didn’t need a lot. He held onto the soft curves of my hips as he began to thrust in and out. Every time he pumped his cock into me, it was harder and harder to keep quiet. I was notoriously loud when we had sex, so having to keep my volume down was a challenge, one that I knew Eric enjoyed watching.

“Yes, bend over more,” Eric said quietly, pressing the small of my back so that I hinged further at the waist. “You look hot as fuck, baby. How does that cock feel?”

I moaned, my whimpers soft and hardly audible. “Ooh, it feels so fucking good. Fuck me faster, babe.”

Eric immediately did as I requested, pounding away as hard and fast as he could without drawing too much attention or noise. I wondered if anyone was waiting outside or if we had been found out. The thrill was a huge turn-on, so when Eric reached around with one hand to start rubbing my clit as he fucked me, I knew it wouldn’t take me long to cum. My whole body was on edge, ready for the release.

When the orgasm washed over me, causing me to shake and tremble across every inch of my body, Eric reached up to cover my mouth with his hand. Luckily he did because I couldn’t help but moan louder than ever. My eyes rolled back in my head, stars dancing before them. It was intense, having sex like this.

“Fuck yes, I love feeling you cum around my cock like that,” Eric moaned into my ear. “You ready for this cum, baby? I want to fill you up.”

I looked back over my shoulder at my boyfriend as he continued to fuck me, his cock hitting the inside of my pussy now in shallow, but frantic strokes.

“Yes, please!” I whispered. “Let me have it. Fill my up, baby!”

That was all it took. Within a few seconds, Eric’s grip on my hips had tightened and his cock twitched inside my soaked pussy, flooding it with warm cum. We stayed like that, pressed up against each other, for a few moments before he finally pulled out. I felt a small gush of liquid seep out from me, and I loved how it felt.

We both started to quietly laugh, kissing each other as we put our clothes back on. Feeling hot and naughty, we quickly left the bathroom, one after the other, and returned to our seats. I don’t think I had ever walked so fast down a train aisle before.

“Happy anniversary, darling,” Eric said, looking across at me. His face was red and sweaty, his hair messy.

I winked at him. “Happy anniversary, my love.”

Authors note: You never really know what people get up to and that’s one of the biggest reasons I adore exhibitionists and of course, voyeurs. I love the secrecy, the excitement, and the rush of adrenaline from every move they make. This story had my heart racing, I would love to experience this rush. Does anyone care to join me? – Tamsin 😉

I'm Tamsin (also known as Tammy), I'm the writer of all of these erotic stories. I write what turns me on and it used to be just for my personal use, but I decided to release it publically. I hope you enjoy and if you do remember to leave a comment and if you want more become a private member. If you want to know more about me, this is my personal page.

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