A few years ago, I was working with a multinational company. I had traveled to London and was on my way back to my hotel, this happened when I was traveling by train in London.
So I got on the train. I was too tired to think of anything else. In the train, there were very few travelers in the bogie, and I sat down at the opposite end, where I was all alone. I took out the London Times. I was busy reading when the train stopped at the next station, and she walked in and sat in a seat across from me.
When I lowered the paper and turned my eyes in her direction, I was completely taken aback by the sight of her beauty. My dick began to respond immediately. I felt a desire to fuck her right then and there. And from the direction of her black eyes, and the curious look in them, it seemed to me her sight was focused on the bulge in my pants.
She was sitting just a few seats away from me; she sat upright in the chair with her legs extended and her feet a little apart. My lustful eyes inspected her from head to toe. Her smooth skin shone as though it had just been rubbed down with baby oil.
She had a slender, exotic face, with high cheekbones, red lipstick covered her lips. Her long curly black hair hung like a curtain down to her waist.
She wore a sleeveless, knee-high, loose-fitting dress that buttoned in the front.
She looked to be around five feet seven, and she wore black stiletto heels. I found myself looking between her legs, imagining what I could not see, and wanting what I didnât have. I was wondering what color panties she wore.
Well, she spoke when my eyes met hers. “If you tell me what your name is, I might tell you what you want to know,” she said.
To my surprise, she placed her hands on the hem of her dress, as though ready to pull it up and expose her to me.
“I have never flirted with a stranger before,” she admitted, slowly pulling her dress up toward her crotch.
“My name is Rahul,” I said, waiting to see what she seemed more than willing to show me.
She seemed so free and uninhibited. I had never met a woman like her before. I think she was in her in her late thirties, at least.
“Whatâs your name?” I asked, keeping my newspaper down.
“My name is Leila,” she replied.
She glanced at the paper on the floor, then back at me.
“Is that for me?” she asked.
Her lips formed a smile, and then she said, “Is that where you want me to kneel when I suck your big cock?”
Suck my cock? Boy was she moving fast! Of course, I wanted her to suck my hungry cock. I wanted her to fuck it as well, but all I expected was a quick look-see.
We were on a train with a bunch of horny-ass young guys in the back, ogling her as though she were naked. Two strangers fucking in front of them would really be a show.
Until that moment, I had never thought about fucking a woman in a public place and never would have. But when Leila lifted up her dress and exposed her hot pink pussy lips and the thick black hair that surrounded them, the idea of fucking her became a reality in my mind.
She placed her right forefinger in her mouth and sucked on it briefly, then stuck it between her legs as I watched, and started twirling it in her pubic curls. My dick filled with steaming-hot blood, and I placed a sweaty palm on it to keep it from bursting through my pants.
She began fondling her clitoris in a soft circular motion, and low moans floated into the air. I had never seen a woman masturbate before, except in blue movies.
She slowly removed her finger, which was covered with her juice. Then she started to bring it to her mouth, and then stopped abruptly.
She stared into my eyes and asked, “Do you want to know what Leila tastes like?”
Before I could respond she was leaning forward, her finger moving toward my mouth. I hesitated, glancing behind us.
The few fellow passengers were there, but I didnât give a dam, and I wanted to know what Leila tasted like.
I leaned forward with my mouth wide open, and my lips wrapped around her finger and eagerly sucked away all her juices. Her love juice tasted like lemon.
“Was it good?” she asked.
“Delicious,” I replied.
She leaned back in her seat then, and slowly began to unbutton her dress.
“What are you doing?” I asked, glancing again at the watching people in the back of the car.
“I am hot, and I need to get out of this sticky dress. Besides, I like to be completely in the buff when I fuck a young man like you.”
“It’s either now or never, sweetheart,” Leila said.
Her body was absolutely mouth-watering. She was shaped like a pear… Her breasts were high and plump, and they seemed to reach out to me like extended hands. From the look on my face, I think Leila figured I was not about to turn her down.
She took a step toward me, and I wrapped my arms around her hips and pulled her navel into my face.
I began kissing her stomach, gliding my tongue across it with gentle strokes. She placed her hands in my hair and began to massage my scalp. My mouth explored her midsection with pleasure. I dug my tongue in her navel and maneuvered it in a circular motion.
I ran my hands up her calves and thighs to her butt. She felt like silk. I grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed them. Then I let my tongue travel down across her belly and then dove into her curly black bush. I got lost in there for a while until finally, my tongue found its way to her burning vulva.
Immediately, I squeezed her ass harder and pulled her crotch closer to my mouth. I consumed it whole, letting my tongue play with her clit; next, I tried to stick my entire tongue inside her.
When it went into her vaginal canal, she sighed and pressed my face closer to her body. I tongue-fucked her for some time, trying to make her come, but she was far from the climax. She pulled away from me and then leaned forward, and our lips met and clung.
We kissed passionately, our tongues battering at one another. I was so wrapped up in ecstasy I had forgotten about the other travelers. I thought I was floating in the air, heading toward heaven. Which was where she took me next.
She pulled away after a minute and slithered down to her knees in front of me. “You’ve tasted Leila,” she breathed. “Now itâs time for Leila to taste Rahul.”
Without a word, she unzipped my pants, past my jockey’s and pulled out my erect six and a half-inch cock.
Well, itâs beautiful she said. “I love your cock. I canât wait to get it inside me.” I couldnât either. And I wanted to convince her that she could skip the blowjob, but it was too late.
Her tongue started licking my head wildly as if she was trying to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll pop as fast as possible. There was no stopping her then, so I gave up and let her blow me.
I placed my hands on her head and moved my fingers in her curls while her lips showered my dick from base to head with kisses both soft and hard. And then she began to suck me so well that I just leaned back in my seat, extending my legs and placing my hands behind my head.
She was sucking me vigorously, she sucked me nonstop for a while, deep-throating me with ease, her lips surrounding the base of my rod with each downward stroke. I felt some juice oozing from the tip of my cockhead. Leila licked it up immediately, and then said, “I knew I could make you come.”
She licked her lips and swallowed. “Mmmm, your cum tastes so hot and sweet.”
“That was just pre-cum,” I said. “There’s a lot more where that came from, if you want it.”
“Of course, I want it,” she smiled.
“But I want it inside me. I want you to come inside my steaming pussy, and then I want you to put the rest of it in my mouth.”
She stood up and straddled me, placing a knee on the seat on each side of my thighs. She held onto the back of the seat with one hand, and with the other, she grasped the shaft of my throbbing penis and guided it inside her.
Her pussy was soaking wet and as tight as an untouched asshole. She eased my dick inside her, inch by inch, until it was halfway in. She began to moan as if she was in pain, but the grimace on her face wasnât pain. It was pure pleasure.
I held her breasts with my hands. They were full and firm, like melons. Her hard nipples were black.
I took them one by one into my mouth and sucked on them while she humped me. Our moans and groans resonated throughout the car; she was taking all of me by this time, her ass shooting up and down. I was close to climax, but I wasnât ready to come yet. There was still some fucking to be done.
“This is some good dick!” she said. “The best I have had in months. Are you ready to come in my mouth?”
“No,” I said. She began to fuck me harder, coaxing me to come, but I still wasnât ready. Leila stopped suddenly, and said, “I know whatâll make you come.”
“What?” I groaned.
“You need some good old-fashioned ass,” she replied. She got off me; she gripped my cock in her right hand and said, “I want this hard cock up my tight ass, now!” Releasing my dick, she climbed up onto the seat I had just vacated, kneeling up on it and bending over the back, her ass sticking out toward me. âDo it!â she moaned. âFuck my ass as hard as you can!”
I stepped up to her quickly, wrapping my left arm around her waist, and with my right hand, I guided my penis to her butthole.
I pushed the head inside her, and she howled like a lonely puppy, crying out, “More! Fuck the shit out of me!” Her asshole was tight, but she was pushing back at me, and I pumped another inch inside her. I knew she wouldnât be able to take the entire thing, but I was going to try to put as much of it in her as possible. I gradually got about five inches inside her, and then I started fucking her ass.
My hands clenched her waist tightly, pulling her toward me with each thrust and stroking my penis deeper inside her. I was soon emitting hoarse little cries with each lunge, and with each lunge, Leila either moaned or groaned or asked that I fuck her harder. Sweat was pouring down my face and landing on her bare back like raindrops.
My stomach was slapping against her ass with each stroke. I pumped faster and harder, asking her if that was the way she liked it. “Yes, oh yes!” she cried. “I love the way youâre fucking me. Fuck me more. Harder, faster!”
She put one hand between her legs and began playing with her clitoris as I rammed her as hard as I could. Then she gasped out, âYouâre about to make me come. Please come with me!â
By this time I felt like I was about to explode, and I could feel the eruption of my cum about to take place. I told her I was coming too, and her body instantly started to spasm. She howled like an animal, her legs and pelvis shaking and quivering with the intensity of her orgasm.
When I started to come I stopped stroking and just held my penis inside her, gripping her ass cheeks. My legs started to tremble, and I felt like bursting Leila pulled away from me, and my penis slipped out of her with ease. She turned around and sat down before me while cum spurted from my dick.
She gripped my penis, put it in her mouth and began to suck on it. While she sucked me dry, I rubbed my fingers through her hair, when my climax subsided I opened my eyes and looked down at her, still swallowing my hot sperm.
She was looking up at me with a mischievous smile in her eyes. She was completely satisfied, and I smiled back at her to let her know I was pleased as well.
“That was the best dick Iâve ever had,” Leila said, looking up at me. “Thank you. You can put it back in your pants now.” I did so, and she stood up and put on her dress. The train started to slow down for the next station, which was two stops before mine.
“It was the best Iâve ever had too,” I said. “It was magnificent. When can we do it again?”
“Never,” Leila said flatly.
I tried to protest, but she was firm. “Weâve had our fun,” she said. “Itâs over. Good-bye, Rahul.â”
The train stopped and she jumped out and went in a jiffy, well there was nothing I could do, I sat down and when my station came, I left the train went to my hotel and slept with fond memories of Leila.
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