Have you had an orgasm in train, yet? Traveling is exciting and most of us love it.
But it all ends when we have to travel to work daily. It does not make any difference if it is a train, bus, plane or car. It becomes dull and boring.
But an unexpected can happen. And that is what I am going to share with you.
Screeching doors and a conductor may seem to be taking away any hope of love for traveling.
Once when I was returning from the meeting late it happened.
I was sitting in an empty coupe, probably there were some other beings inside the train as well.
But I doubt more than five or ten. It felt all train was for myself. I took a book and started to read when I left last time.
As soon as I located the right page the conductor appeared asking for tickets. After he left I felt deep inside the story not paying any attention to surroundings.
Though not comfortable; I've read and seen many stories on news how dangerous it can be to be alone on the public transport that late.
Suddenly the door opened and a man sat down facing me. I had no explanation why he was walking in between the stops. I made a great effort not to think the worst. He smiled at me. He had something strange about him. He was either too plain or too self-confident.
I didn't like this kind of people.
He managed to make me laugh quite easily. He had strong voice and after few exchanges of words the train had stoped. The conductor told us we had to wait for next train to pass.
By that time Mark had his hand on my knee.
I felt an incredible pleasure radiating from that area. Not having enough time to think we were kissing each other. Our lips and tongues were looking for the best , most exciting spot. I was shaking from pleasure and expectation. This never happened before. Especially not after few words.
Perhaps few don’t understand but after the separation I had only a vibrator as my friend and that does not kiss.
It changed me into a sex animal. Needless to say I wanted more of it.
I was on high alert when Mark slipped his hand between my legs. Maybe he was a rapist. I knew nothing about him. But the desire was much higher than my fear.
Holding his head I pushed him slowly downwards towards my better places. He knew my intentions and without hesitation took off my knickers. They were soaked wet and I didn't care at that moment.
Immediately his tongue went inside my vagina. I was burning from desire, excitement and I started to moan. He was hungry like tiger. I felt it coming. As soon he started to suck on my clitoris all the warmth and overexcitement had flooded me. I exploded in huge orgasm while realizing my juices must be flowing on his face. This was my first orgasm in train, ever.
He slowed down and I kept enjoying his lips under my skirt. I just managed to notice we have stoped and the next station was mine.
Just before the station I stood up and left.
Mark stayed in the train. I saw him through the window watching me with his hungry eyes.
I was without the nickers but happy with the outcome.
Orgasm in train is not bad after all.
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