The weekend came, we made arrangements to meet at the local train station as my car was great to get to work but long distance wouldn’t stand a chance. As I was walking along the platform I spotted her at the far end, and my god I was bowled over! There she stood in a tight figure hugging pair of jeans, and a black top that showed plenty of cleavage, she spotted me walking towards her and dropped her bags ran and jumped wrapping her legs around me, once i steadied myself the energy between us was charged, we started kissing like it was our last day alive and if we stopped we’d die, our tongues massaging each other, my hands roaming over her pert arse and occasionally giving it a spank (knowing that she liked this), only breaking away really as the train pulled in.
We boarded the train and made our way to our seats, a 4 seater table, Sally slid into the window seat as I put our bags away in the overhead storage, reaching up to place the first bag Sally took the moment to grab what was an already developing bulge in my jeans as a result of our kiss much to my surprise making me drop the bag on my head, she giggled as I looked around to see if anyone had seen, catching a glimpse out the corner of my eye of a woman reading a book a few rows in front of us. Had she seen? It was hard to tell.
I put the second bag up this time expecting Sally’s antics and sure enough I was right, her hand straight away returning to my crotch and rubbing the growing bulge in my jeans, this time rather than being surprised I took my time placing the bag in the overhead storage looking at the woman a few rows in front, she had definitely seen and was now staring at what was unfolding only a few rows in front of her.
I stowed away the bags and took my seat conscious not to linger too long and grabbed Sally by the back of the neck showing her who was in charge (by this point we’d established that she was definitely more on the submissive side but liked to tease as much as possible, where i was more of a dom but equally liked to tease only egging each of us on more) and kissed her just as passionately as we had on the platform.
Once we calmed down slightly (as much as we could) I told her about the spectator to her antics, Sally’s eyes lit up scanning the train to see who it was, by this point the train had set off and there were a few women with books so I decided to be mischievous and tease her along by not telling her who and that she had to figure it out (partially knowing that it would result in some fun for me one way or another).
Over the next 30 minutes Sally grilled me to try and figure out who the interested observer had been, I refused to give the game away simply insisting that she needed to figure it out and couldn’t guess by saying “is it this person or that person”. I could see the cogs turning in Sally’s mind how she could find out, at which point she announced she needed to pop to the loo, as I’m about to stand up to let her get past Sally jumped up on her seat and slid across my lap pausing long enough to grind into my cock which had only just calmed down and kiss me deeply. Pulling her other leg across almost placing her pussy in my face she turned around and walked up the aisle casually surveying the other people surrounding us to see if she could identify who it was.
I sat there watching her walk away swaying that pert little arse that I’d got so used to seeing on cam walk away in person and then cast my eyes over to our spectator, to see that she was doing exactly the same thing. I smiled the sort of smile that you get when you know things are about to get interesting. The woman turned around and saw me looking at her, smiled and winked knowing she had been caught out, I smiled back gave her a cheeky wink in return happy to see how this played out.
Whilst she was away the drinks cart came through the train, grabbing us both a drink and some snacks Sally returned again sliding in much the same way she had left, opening her drink I asked “well do you have any ideas?” “Maybe, I think it’s one of 3 people” running through her potential thoughts she had guessed our observer correctly along with a couple of other people, I asked her individually what made her think it could be each one neither confirming or denying who had been watching us.
First she guessed a young couple maybe in their 30’s, her reasoning being “they’re hot and I’d love it if they were watching us”, the second a guy in his mid 20’s “he checked me out going to then bathroom, but that’s nothing that’s not normal and I figure you wouldn’t tell me about that because it happens usually” and finally our observer “it could be the lady a few rows up reading the book and wearing the red flowery top, but i don’t think so she didn’t react much as I went to the bathroom and because I was facing backwards when I slid in and out of the seat I couldn’t see her”, when I asked why’s he thought it could be this woman she just said that she had glanced at her as she walked by and in that split second she thought there was something but the woman had gone back to looking at her book so she could be mistaken.
I refused to confirm or deny knowing
1. That would drive her crazy and
2. That she would need to find out and that only meant more fun for me on the long train ride ahead.
By this point I could see sally was visibly turned on, her nipples pointing through her top, taking the opportunity i kissed her neck knowing this would drive her wild, she started to melt into me at which point I pinched her nipple and simply heard a low moan into my shoulder knowing she was enjoying this, I kissed her with my hand roaming up her knee resting between her thighs just below her pussy knowing this would equally drive her wild that I was so close to her but not giving her what she wanted, her kisses became frantic until she said “will you just touch me” low and almost at an in audible level but just enough so I could hear her.
With that I placed my middle finger on the seam of her jeans that meets her crotch and ran it the length of her pussy, she gasped momentarily at the new sensation, i applied a bit more pressure this time placing my thumb over her clit and applying pressure whilst my finger ran the length of her pussy. I repeated this a few more times and then stopped. Sally looked at me almost aghast asking why I had stopped, I grinned back simply saying “you don’t get to cum yet, not until I’ve tasted you”, with that Sally looked frustrated for a second but realised almost immediately that this meant she was getting what she wanted. |
