Stranger Jerked and suck me in the train
In the bustling metropolis of New York City, where skyscrapers kiss the heavens and millions of anonymous faces intermingle on crowded sidewalks, secrets of sordid passion can be found secreting in the shadows. One such hidden world of illicit liaisons and sly seductions unfolds not in dimly lit alleys or smoke-filled backrooms of forbidden flesh clubs, but in a place one would least expect: an everyday commuter train.
Meet.hash unconventional characters. appearance is that of a regular corporate drone; crisp slacks, sterile white dress shirt buttoned to the neck, sensible shoes. His mousy brown hair is neatly slicked back, and glasses perched on his nose amplify the unassuming vibe. But beneath the surface, his was a mind ruled by deviant desires, his eyes secretly roaming for opportunities to indulge.
Thuds of the train’s shearing metal wheels on tracks reverberated through the car as it chugged along the busy line. S.ICE, his target, was nestled in a seat by the window, unreceptive brown skin glistening in the streaming sunlight. Oblivious to the lecherous thoughts swirling around her, she thumbed through a well-worn paperback while commuters jostled past. The.ICE herself was a vision of studied innocence that day, tumbling chestnut locks framing a heart-shaped face adorned only by subtle traces of lip gloss. her clothes were entirely respectable yet somehow decidedly immodest, an airy white blouse tied so loosely at the front it begged to be undone, and a skirt so short it seemed defiant of gravity. O daunting to resist temptation.
mustering every ounce of courage, made his way towards S.ICE, the tunnel vision narrowing until only she existed in his consciousness. Sensing his approach.ICE looked up and a flash of astonishment flicked across her features, then acceptance. Their eyes locked for a silent whispered communication.
He sat down and immediately a subtle yet alluring synergy pulsed between them, the beginnings of thaw olentry giving way to an uncomfortable intimacy. became the Allure of densely packed train.ICE watched him from the corner of her eye as leaned in closeness. A whimper escaped.ICE ample mouth, involuntarily.ICE could feel her nipples stiffen as his drooling gaze settled on her ample breasts, nipples straining like bullets against the thin fabric of her top.
composure, but within the next breath the import of his words hit with the force of a freight train.ICE knew damn well what she was being willingly volunteered for, and in a flash, the die had been cast.
Slowly rose, brushing against.ICE’s thigh as she did.ICE remained seated, trembling, knowing it was his signal to proceed and follow her.ICE stood shakily and made her way to the front of the train car, passing by horrified fellow commuters.ICE had never done anything so brazenly public before, but the rush was intoxicating and molten, and it demanded obedience.
The mechanical el passed the stopped train and continued on.ICE turned back to and their gaze locked. She ran her hands down his chest to the belt of his pants. In one swift motion, she pulled open his belt and unzipped his fly.
ICE knelt down, fished out his already hard cock and began licking it like an ice cream cone, swirling her tongue around the swollen head. then took it all in her mouth and deep throated him. Her tight lips wrapped wetly around him, soft tongue massaging the underside as she bobbed on his dick.
He gasped and gritted his teeth as he tried to hold back from cumming. Every brush of her silken tongue, every tight wet slurp along his rigid cock as she went down deeper, brought him closer to the edge. She looked up at him with those beautiful smoky eyes, and the visual added another charge. The sensation was indescribably wicked.
Seconds later, he was groaning and convulsing as he came hard down the woman’s eager throat. She gulped and swallowed every drop of his creamy seed. He shuddered as the last throbs finally subsided.
Flushed with satiation and pride, pulled up her panties and hiked up her skirt. The train was due back any moment. The mysterious woman readied herself to slip away, a different, more self-assured woman. Without a word, she leaned in and pecked a sweet gratitude on, before exiting the train, leaving her broadcast for all the world to see.
The doors parted with a hiss and she stepped onto the platform, a secret satisfied smirk playing on her bee-stung lips. Clutched her book as she swayed down the platform, hips undulating seductively. She glanced back over her shoulder one last time, locks of honey hair brushing her dewy complexion. The last vision of that fresh-faced worshipper lingered in his psyche for many a night to come.
ICE is still
