Last train home – Dirty Sex Tales

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I’d noticed the woman sitting opposite me on the late night train when she got on. Her long slim legs caught my eye, and I saw her glancing at me before sitting down. She had shortish black hair, and wore a brown leather jacket over a grey t-shirt. Her denim skirt and converse somehow accentuated how long her legs were. Her phone rang and from what I could hear she was travelling home to go to a funeral. As she hung up she caught me looking at her and smiled sadly before I looked away. She rummaged in her bag and pulled out a hip flask, took a long pull and offered me some. I accepted and we started talking. Her name was Kath and she wasn’t looking forward to the funeral. We were both on the train until it terminated. I said I was sorry and she laughed and drank more. Before long the fiery brandy had loosened us both up and we were swapping life stories. She was funny and sharp and a bit cynical. I needed to use the bathroom and as I staggered drunkenly down the swaying train I decided I liked her and to ask for her number when I got back.

I opened the door to leave the bathroom and suddenly she was standing in front of me. She kissed me hard, pushing me back in, and locked the door behind us. I was hard almost immediately at the prospect of sex and began fumbling with my belt. She bit my lip and leaned back against the sink, using one foot on the bin to push herself up into a seated position. The rubber sole was useful for this. I was still fumbling as her skirt rode up around her hips and exposed skimpily cut black underwear with a scarlet trim to match her lipstick. Finally I was free and the head of my hard cock was pressing against the fabric. Her deft fingers exposed her pussy, a neat slit with a small strip of dark hairs above it. Two of her fingers explored inside and withdrew glistening. She used them on her pink clit as I roughly pushed myself in.

We fucked wordlessly and roughly, kissing and biting. One of her long legs was wrapped around my waste, pulling me deep inside her. She stayed quiet until she came with a grunt, eyes closed. I felt her pussy spasm and her legs stiffen and had to catch her weight as she slipped. I had been right on the edge for a couple of minutes and her slip caused her pussy to grip me hard. I gasped as I came, spurting eight or ten times and leaving a heavy load inside her. We both looked embarrassed for a few seconds, until I kissed her and we laughed before I left her to clean up the cum that seeped down her leg after I pulled out.

The night wasn’t over. About half an hour later I fingered her roughly to another climax before she slid down under the table in the empty carriage and sucked me off, swallowing my cum. When we got off the train we found a cheap hotel room for an hour, finished the brandy and fucking so loudly we were asked to leave before I had finished. We found an alleyway and although her pussy was sore she managed to coax a third load out of me with her mouth, letting me cum right down her throat. We had to part then, each hailing a cab, but we arranged to meet later in the week.

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