Train Ride
Traveling by train isn’t exactly a mode of transportation I can’t do without. But sometimes there’s no other option, and then you just have to embrace the adventure. My partner and a friend left midweek for the cabin to repair the roof, and since the car was packed to the brim with materials and tools, I had no choice but to stay home. I wasn’t exactly thrilled about it, because I like to lend a hand, and I often found myself wondering if they needed help with anything. I was assured several times that they didn’t, that they had everything they needed, and that so far everything was going according to plan. And unless an unexpected problem arises, they’ll be back home on Sunday. It’s not that I was exactly bored, but I was getting tired of being home alone, so I decided that if the weather was nice on Saturday, I’d take the train to their cabin and surprise them. Then I realized it wouldn’t be that easy, because the train station is still a few kilometers from the cabin, and I’d have to call my partner to pick me up at the station. I had planned to bring some snacks and drinks to make their work a little easier. “Oh well, I’ll call him when I’m on my way, and by then he won’t be able to stop me,” I thought to myself.
That Saturday morning, the sun woke up with me, and it looked like it was going to be nice out. “That’s great—I’m going,” I decided. I took a shower, shaved my pussy, put on some makeup, packed the things I’d prepared the night before, and set off. Luckily, not many people travel this way, and the morning rush hour was already over, so I found an empty compartment where I settled in comfortably. I had plenty of time, because this passenger train stopped in every village and sometimes even for passersby who waved it down. After about ten minutes on the road, I texted my partner to let him know I was on my way to see him and that I’d like him to pick me up at the station in an hour and a half. He replied that I was crazy and that I should have texted him sooner, because they’d finished everything last night and were planning to go home today. While we were talking, the compartment door swung open and two young men entered. I nodded to them in greeting and continued discussing my pickup with my partner. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that they’d pulled two cans of beer out of their backpack, settled comfortably into their seats, and started chatting. I wasn’t really listening to them because my head was still full of worries caused by my hasty decision. But in the end, we worked it out: he would drive him home quickly, come back, and pick me up at the station. It was a bit of a risky solution, but at that moment, perhaps the only one possible.
I still had over an hour to go before reaching my destination, so I absentmindedly stared out the window and entertained myself by listening to the two fellow passengers who were just opening their second can of beer. When I heard that lovely pop of the can opening and the hiss, I couldn’t help but glance back at them. Just then, one of them rummaged through his backpack and pulled out another beer. “Want to join us?” he asked, handing me a can. “I’d love to, thank you so much. Unfortunately, I didn’t buy anything for the trip,” I replied, surprised. “Sure thing. At least it’ll make the bumpy ride go by faster,” he said, opening the can and handing it to me. “Well, here’s to a safe trip! And we could be on a first-name basis, right?” I suggested, and we clinked our cans together. “Sure, why not. We’ll give to you, you give to us,” he said awkwardly, his gaze fixated on my nipples, which were straining against my T-shirt from the sip of cold beer and the breeze coming through the window. “Oh, geez. He’s had enough,” I thought to myself. “You have cute boobs,” he said. “Thanks,” I replied to the unexpected compliment and turned toward the window to watch the passing scenery. “Sorry, but I couldn’t help but notice,” he added. “I don’t mind,” I replied with a smile. The guys opened another beer and engaged in a frivolous discussion among themselves about women and their boobs. Every now and then they’d glance at me, as if they wanted to draw me into their conversation. After another can of beer—which I “wasn’t allowed” to refuse—I lost interest in what was happening outside the window, and the thought flashed through my mind that it might be exciting to tease them a little, since the guys were so rowdy. I was already flustered by their graphic descriptions of their experiences with girls and their crude talk. I turned toward them, made myself more comfortable, and slightly parted my legs, waiting for their reaction. It didn’t take long before one of them noticed and spit his beer across the aisle right at me. I was startled and instinctively jumped to the side, without realizing that I’d inadvertently given the guys a direct view of my freshly shaved, pantyless pussy, which stood out so clearly against my black miniskirt that it was impossible to miss. And as if that weren’t enough, that sudden movement caused my labia to part, and some love juice dripped out between them, landing right on the seat. “Sorry, the beer caught me off guard,” apologized the sputtering guy, pulling out a handkerchief and starting to wipe it up. “It’s nothing, it’s fine, don’t worry about it,” I replied, nervously waiting for comments on my faux pas.
I sat back down in my original seat and discreetly tried to wipe away a drop of liquid on the seat with my hand. I must have been pretty clumsy about it, because one of the guys suddenly jumped up and bolted out of the compartment like a bullet. “He’s probably feeling sick. Don’t pay any attention to him—he won’t last long,” said the loudmouth, continuing, “But you’re brave, going out like that, fully naked, on a train. Sorry, but I couldn’t look away. I’m probably going to have a wild night’s sleep tonight,” he added with a smirk. “No way. Did something that silly really get to you?” I asked in amazement. “Man, don’t even mention it! And if we weren’t on the train, I’d probably have sex with you,” he replied without beating around the bush. I glanced at my watch, and when I realized I’d be getting off in about forty minutes, I suggested he sit next to me so he wouldn’t spray me again next time. I hadn’t even finished saying it before he was already all over me. “I wouldn’t mind. At least the trip will go by faster,” I whispered in his ear and started unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his cock. He didn’t object at all; on the contrary, he settled back comfortably and took a sip of beer. I started stroking him and felt him harden in my hand. “Dude, I’ve never experienced anything like this before,” he said, wide-eyed. “Jerk him off nice and hard!” he urged me. “Wait,” I said, leaving his dick sticking out of his pants and walking over to the door to pull the curtains closed, just in case someone happened to walk by. His friend still hadn’t come back, so why not take advantage of the situation? I sat sideways with my mini-skirt hiked up to let him know he could play with me too, and continued with the pleasurable activity. He took another sip, pulled up my T-shirt, and ran his cool tongue around my erect nipples, which had attracted him so much from the start. It had me fucking horny, and I wanted him inside me. A wave of heat washed over me, and while one hand eagerly jerked off his hard cock, increasing the intensity, the middle finger of my other hand stimulated my lustful clit toward orgasm. “God, that’s beautiful! I won’t be able to hold out much longer,” he whispered. “Just a little longer,” I replied, sliding my finger from my clit down to my hole to check how wet I was. I was way too ready! I spread the rest of the love juice clinging to my finger across my thigh and felt his cock twitch in my palm. “I have to take advantage of this,” I decided, and without him expecting a thing, I stood up to sit on top of him. But I didn’t even have time to get on top of him, because the moment I guided him into my pussy between my wet lips with my hand, he started squirting. I quickly finished him off with my hand until my vision went dark. I was practically peeing myself with pleasure! It was one of those wild, liberating quickies. I turned to him, fished a handkerchief out of my purse, and began gently wiping his dripping cock. “You’re quite the little minx! I certainly didn’t expect that,” he said contentedly as he tucked it back into his pants.
“Time sure flew by, didn’t it?” I asked with a smile when I looked out the window and realized my trip was already coming to an end. I casually wiped myself down with the last bit of dry fabric on my handkerchief and pulled out the panties I’d been carrying in my purse just in case. Just as I was about to put them on, the door suddenly opened and our fellow passenger walked in. “Dude, where’ve you been this whole time?” his friend asked him. I left the panties where they were and tossed them onto my purse so as not to cause another commotion. “Well, I went to take a piss, then to calm down a bit, and when I came back, I saw the curtains drawn and caught a glimpse of you two fucking through the crack. So I didn’t want to interrupt; I stayed in the little hallway by the window and kept watch in case anyone came by,” he explained his long absence in no uncertain terms. “Oh, sorry about that! Thanks so much! Sit down, have a beer, and calm down,” he apologized gratefully. Meanwhile, I was slowly getting ready to leave. I packed up my things and said goodbye. “Bye, see you sometime,” my little rascal winked at me.
I walked slowly toward the door, stepped out onto the platform, and looked around for my partner. He wasn’t there yet. I decided to wait in the waiting room and text him. After a few steps, I felt a familiar dampness on my thighs. “Oh shit, my panties,” flashed through my mind, and I started searching for them in my purse. They were gone! “Well, the guys have a trophy,” I told myself with a smile and dug out that used, crumpled handkerchief, trying to find a tiny dry spot on it so I could wipe up the mess a little. The station was deathly quiet, and there wasn’t a soul in sight. I got a message from my partner saying he’d arrive in about fifteen minutes. So I walked into the waiting room, sat down, and, with my hand in my lap, thought about the wild experience on the train—and instead of calming down, I was getting hornier and hornier. I tried to think about ordinary, everyday things, but to no avail. “Screw it. That pussy isn’t going to let me think about anything else until I make myself come,” I told myself, sliding to the edge of the bench so I could lift my skirt and began vigorously rubbing the swollen little ball of pleasure between my fingers, hoping I’d manage to make myself come before my partner arrived.
The quarter-hour flew by, and I heard the muffled thud of a car door slamming. “Damn it,” I cursed, because it was my turn. In an instant, I pulled down my skirt and waited quietly to see if it was my ride. It was him! “Hi, I did my best, but I really couldn’t make it any sooner,” he said by way of greeting and kissed me. “Hi, me too! Is anyone out there, honey?” I returned his greeting with a question that seemed pretty illogical. “No. There’s no one out there. Why are you asking? Did something happen?” he replied, staring at me in surprise and confusion. “Don’t ask any questions—just fuck me right now!” I shouted desperately, leaning against the bench, lifting my mini-skirt, and sticking my ass out at him. He hesitantly approached me and shoved a finger into my hole. “Forget the finger now! I’ve had enough of that. Pull out your dick and fuck me already, for fuck’s sake! Please, hurry up,” I stammered. He teased me with his finger a few more times before he got hard and slid into me. I gasped a few times and was done. He must’ve needed it too, because before I could even turn around to suck him off, he came all over my ass. Only then did I feel the tension ease and complete satisfaction wash over me. I smeared the cum over my ass and hips, pulled down my skirt—which had been acting as a blind today—and slumped limply onto the bench. “Well, what a nice welcome. You’re nothing but surprises and chaos today,” he said, sitting down next to me and lighting a cigarette with relish. “I hope there’s some explanation for this? Can you tell me what got you so worked up? I could barely feel him inside you,” he bombarded me with a barrage of questions, watching my still-trembling calves. “I’ll tell you everything, darling, but right now I’d love a good, strong cup of coffee,” I replied, took his hand, and pulled him from the waiting room straight to the car. “I’d love some of that right now, too! Don’t even mention it! Let’s go,” he said excitedly, and we set off for the cabin. I haven’t taken the train since then, but I like to reminisce about that experience, especially when I’m masturbating.
