Public Sex in the Train, risky flashing, doggystyle, handjob and cumwalk
The train’s steady rhythm lulls me into a false sense of security, but the thrill of public sex kicks my heart into overdrive. I’m perched on the edge of my seat, skirt hiked up to my hips, thighs slick with anticipation. The guy across from me, a stranger with a hungry gaze, watches as I slowly unbutton my blouse, flashing my tits to him while the train rumbles on. His eyes widen, and I can see the bulge in his pants growing. I lean back, spreading my legs wider, giving him a clear view of my pussy, wet and ready. The risk of getting caught heightens every sensation. I slip a hand down, fingering myself, moaning softly as I feel the tension building. The stranger’s breath hitches, and I know he’s imagining his cock sliding into me. I pull my hand away, reach down, and unzip his pants, freeing his hard cock. I wrap my hand around it, starting a slow handjob, feeling the heat and throbbing in my palm. The train jerks, and I grip him tighter, stroking him in time with the train’s movements. His hips buck, and I can feel his cock swelling, ready to explode. I quicken my pace, feeling the cum building, the risk of getting caught making every second more intense. I lean in, whispering filthy promises in his ear, feeling his body tense. With a final stroke, he comes, hot cum spurting onto my hand. I stand up, cum dripping down my fingers, and walk away, leaving him panting and spent, the train’s rhythm the only sound in the sudden silence.
As I turn around, I see the passenger across from me, another stranger, who has been silently watching the entire scene unfold. His eyes are locked onto the cum dripping from my hand, and his cock is already hard and ready. I smirk, knowing exactly what he wants. I walk over to him, straddling his lap, feeling his hardness press against my ass. I lean in, whispering in his ear, “You want a taste, don’t you?” He nods, his breath ragged. I turn around, bending over, giving him a perfect view of my ass and pussy. He doesn’t waste any time, positioning himself behind me, his cock sliding into my wet pussy with a single thrust. I moan, feeling him fill me completely. He grips my hips, fucking me hard and fast, the train’s movement adding to the intensity. I can feel another orgasm building, the risk of getting caught making every thrust more electric. I reach back, grabbing his balls, feeling them tighten as he fucks me deeper. His breaths come in short gasps, and I know he’s close. With a final, deep thrust, he comes, his cock pulsing inside me. I stand up, turning to face him, a wicked smile on my face. I lean in, licking the cum from his lips, before walking away, leaving him spent and satisfied, the train’s rhythm the only sound in the carriage.