Something to brighten up a Monday morning.
Gatsby and Lucy ran along the platform. The train was due to go any moment. Lucy was in front and Gatsby was chasing behind carrying the picnic basket for the planned afternoon. Lucy went to board the first carriage she reached and started to climb aboard. Gatsby was quickly behind her panting hard and laughing. Bumping into her soft well shaped bum. Lucy squealed as she fell forward into the carriage. There were other passengers on board, they looked up unamused at the sudden noise at the start of their journey.
The doors closed and the train rocked and lurched its start of the journey. Gatsby scanned ahead and told Lucy to start walking down the carriage to the next one. Two carriages later a set of seats were available that enabled Lucy, Gatsby and the basket to sit together. The basket occupied the window seat of the double seats facing them. On the other side of the aisle an older man sat. He briefly looked up raising his eyes just above the rim of his glasses to clearly see who had distracted his attention from his paper. Once his inspection was finished his broadsheet paper was erected up in front of him and behind his newspaper castle, he silently sat.
Gatsby was next to the window and Lucy turned in her seat and grinned at Gatsby her green eyes alight with mischief. She leaned close and softly whispered into Gatsby's ear.
"Ooh a proper party pooper"
Gatsby could smell her fragrance. The run had made her hot and her aroma and perfume could be clearly smelled. He loved the smell of Lucy's skin. It tasted just as good when he slowly licked her body.
"He's going to try his best to completely ignore us."
Lucy continued. She sat up straight surveying the rest of the carriage.
"That run has made me far too warm."
Commented Lucy and she removed the denim jacket she was wearing over her summer dress.
Gatsby took the jacket and placed it on his lap. He then lent forward and kissed Lucy's bare shoulder. There it was, the smell and taste of her skin.
Lucy turned again to Gatsby.
"Starting already?" She smiled mischievously. "Has something else already started?"
Lucy's hand went under her jacket and expertly went to where she knew Gatsby's cock would be lying. She could immediately tell that he was getting aroused and that he wasn't wearing any underwear under his combats.
"Naughty. Thought you'd go commando again. What were you hoping to get up to?"
Lucy's eyebrow raised as she asked.
Gatsby flushed slightly. His eyes left Lucy's and looked in the direction of the newspaper man. He was still hiding behind his paper.
"Don't you worry about him." said Lucy as she deftly unzipped Gatsby's combats.
She slipped her cool hand in and curled her fingers around Gatsby's warm stiffening cock. Gatsby gasped and his face showed just how much he enjoyed her touch.
"Control yourself my dear. You can't let it show so openly on your face. You know the rules of secret sex." whispered Lucy in Gatsby's ear.
Lucy loved the soft smooth feeling of Gatsby's cock. He always kept his balls and shaft smooth. His ball sac always felt so soft. Gatsby claimed that he kept himself that way as it was more comfortable with all the running, he did. All the sweat and heat, it avoided chaffing he claimed. Lucy knew that Gatsby also enjoyed the sensation that being smooth gave him. She held one of his balls gently between two of her fingers. Feeling its shape and its weight. Was this ball right now busy making cum for her?
She lifted her hand out and without warning or asking she undid the top button of his combats. Now he was prone sitting there and his cock was free. Lucy then lifted her denim jacket and looked down at the cock that was now twitching and very erect. Despite its state it laid flat on its back reaching up to Gatsby's belly button. Lucy lifted it slightly and then pulled back the foreskin. Letting the big purple head get exposed to the air. She could smell the musk of his cock. Its juices must already be active. Her index finger stroked that bit where the foreskin looked like it was tied to the glans. She then pushed her finger in a bit deeper, pushing apart that split in the glans. Moist but no pre cum yet.
Lucy then took a firm grip of Gatsby's cock. It felt so strong and hard in her hand and she slowly began to stroke. Watching the foreskin peel back before it covered the head again on the upward stroke. His glans were a little dry and Lucy thought it would be better to get them lubricated. She put her fingers to her mouth to wet them and apply the moisture to Gatsby's cock.
When on an impulse she said
"Keep a look out."
Lucy's head went down and took all of Gatsby's length in her mouth. Gatsby was in disbelief. His face was no longer calm or nonchalant. Here he was sitting on a train with Lucy now sucking and licking his cock and just a few feet away was a man reading a newspaper. Should he move that paper he would see Lucy going down on him. The audacity and risk aroused Gatsby further. Lucy could feel his cock getting harder in her mouth and yes there on her tongue the first salty taste of his balls leaking their cum.
Lucy raised her head. Her hand still holding Gatsby's cock and leaned closer to kiss him.
"Best let you calm down a little before you make a lovely mess."
She covered over Gatsby's cock with her denim jacket again. No sooner had she done this than the train stewards came by wanting to see tickets. Not a problem but for the fact Lucy's ticket was in the inside pocket of her denim jacket which was currently covering Gatsby's erection. Gatsby's was in his jacket which he could retrieve easily.
Lucy very carefully rooted about under her jacket trying to find the pocket. Of course, the first thing her hand touched was Gatsby's still aroused cock, which was also still wet with her spit. But luck was there and her hand re-emerged from under the jacket with a ticket.
The steward clipped the tickets and continued down the carriage. Lucy blurts out laughing.
"Oh, your face." She said quietly.
The train then began to slow as it approached the next station. To Lucy and Gatsby's delight. Mr Newspaper got up and left the train.
"Oh, you deliciously salacious woman,” said Gatsby.
He kissed her deeply. His tongue entering her mouth. She responded in kind. Gatsby slipped his hand along Lucy's smooth thigh. He reached her knickers and immediately felt the warm welcome sensation of Lucy's very damp knickers. She moaned softly at his touch and Gatsby quickly pulled the knickers to one side to expose Lucy's moist pussy lips. His fingers slid in easily as she was so wet. Gatsby pulled his hand away and Lucy watched as he examined his now wet finger tips before he put them in his mouth. Lucy could see the pleasure in Gatsby's as he tasted her pussy juices. He always told her that her pussy produced nectar that should be licked and slowly savoured.
Lucy stood up. She looked about the carriage again. There was no one near their end and only some obvious business types sitting either engrossed in their laptops or phones down the other end.
The seat obscured their view of Lucy's lower half and she raised her dress and pulled down her knickers. Balancing carefully as the carriage rocked slightly, she stepped out of her knickers. She could see clearly how damp she had made them. Standing there, she was still able to view the other passengers but they were not able to see all of her. Lucy raised her dress high enough to reveal her pussy to Gatsby. He leaned forward and slipped his tongue between so he could lick her clit. It was hard to concentrate on her balance as both hands were holding up her dress. She dropped it so rested on Gatsby's head. She placed both her hands on his shoulders to keep her balance. As she did this Gatsby moved his left hand over Lucy's right arse cheek. He squeezed it feeling its softness in his hand. Lucy could no longer control the look on her face. She had to sit back down.
She sat now opposite Gatsby and opened her legs giving him full view of her wet smooth pussy. It was glistening from being licked and being aroused. She could see Gatsby's cock, exposed and standing so very proud again.
Gatsby sat forward and said to Lucy.
"I want you to stand up again but this time turn around and bend over."
Lucy smiled and replied, "Yes sir."
She stood up, turned around, opened her legs slightly and leant forward with her palms open on the seat opposite. Lucy then felt Gatsby lift her dress up. So, her arse and pussy were exposed. She then felt Gatsby's hands on both her cheeks and then he pulled them apart exposing her anus. This was then quickly followed by Gatsby's warm wet tongue tip probing into her anus and around. The sensation of his tongue licking and probing around there always made Lucy weak and made her gasp. She could feel him pull apart her cheeks further as he pushed his tongue deeper into her hole. Lucy lowered her head on to the seat. Raising her arse and opening herself up more for Gatsby. The feeling was exquisite as she could feel the movement of the train, swaying her slightly, while Gatsby continued to lick in and around her anus.
Lucy could feel Gatsby's spit now running down from her anus and onto her pussy. He then started lick between her anus and pussy slowly moving down. Her pussy began to tingle in preparation for his tongue. Then suddenly she felt Gatsby's thumb begin to enter her arse. Slowly, using his spit to work its way in. Lucy focussed and relaxed her muscles so that Gatsby's thumb easily slipped in.
"God!" she thought. "My pussy is being licked and my arse fingered. All whilst on a moving train where anyone could find us".
As she thought this, she could feel an orgasm welling up inside her. There was no way she could hold this one back, nor did she want to. Gatsby moved himself lower. Now he could lap her clit and pussy with his tongue whilst his thumb slid in and out of her anus. The pressure was building inside, a wave of pure passion. Lucy couldn't help herself she was moaning and gasping.
"Thank god this train is noisy." she thought.
She felt Gatsby pull his head away. He stood and then Lucy felt the head of his hard cock push against her lips. Her pussy welcomed him in and his full length was soon pushing hard inside her. This broke the final barrier and the dam of passion burst through and flooded her body. It blossomed out from her pussy sweeping away everything in its path. For a moment for Lucy there was only herself and this orgasm.
"Fuck! Oh, fuck yes." Lucy finally moaned out.
Gatsby pulled his cock out of her pussy. He could see it glistening with Lucy's juices. Lucy sat round and held his cock. She pulled his foreskin back and began licking his glans. Teasing its tip with her tongue. She began giving Gatsby's long definite slow strokes. She could feel it hardening building up. Gatsby was going to cum and she was going to let him shoot all of it straight into her mouth.
Gatsby put his hands on Lucy's head, he then held her hair. Lucy stopped stroking and let Gatsby have a moment of control. He pushed her head down so his cock went deeper in her mouth. Then holding her head steady, he began to fuck her mouth. Her spit flowed and covered his cock so that when he removed it from Lucy's mouth tendrils of spit connected her mouth to his cock. Lucy began stroking again but this time she increased the rhythm. It was coming soon. She cupped his smooth balls again thinking of the cum they were about to put in her mouth. Then just as she was giving a long downward stroke that pulled Gatsby's foreskin back as far as it would go, Gatsby let out a moan and the end of his cock spurted its thick milky goodness into Lucy's mouth.
Lucy loved the different subtle flavours of Gatsby's cum. Its saltiness washed over her tongue. She had to be quick as Gatsby's balls had been busy and there was a lot of cum to swallow in her mouth. Gatsby was panting as she stroked and squeezed his cock to get out the last drops of cum. One more squeeze and there the last little drop of cum appeared on the tip of his glans. Lucy flicked her tongue across it and then gave his head one last lick with her tongue.
"All clean and not a drop wasted." Said Lucy looking up at him with her eyes giving a satisfied grin.
She had got her cream.
Gatsby zipped himself back up and looked down the carriage. No one had even raised their heads by the look of it. He was almost disappointed that such an event had gone unnoticed. He sat down and put his arm around Lucy. He held her so close. She put her head on his chest and let the post orgasm content and the rocking of the carriage soothe her.
The peace was suddenly broken by the refreshment trolley being pushed down the aisle by them.
"Anything to eat or drink?" Came the voice from steward.
She stood there looking down at them.
"No thank you, we're good,” said Lucy.
"Mmmm, you are. I could see" Replied the steward.
Both Lucy and Gatsby quickly looked up at the steward as she pushed the trolley on, chuckling to herself.
Lucy and Gatsby quietly giggled together. |
