I had been invited over to Birmingham for the night by my Canadian Mountie friend as he was there for a course and wanted some company for the evening. I hadn’t seem him since our extremely pleasant rendezvous a few months ago when we were unexpectedly interrupted by a client friend of mine (again). So I was glad that he had got in touch (and not fallen out with me for my tardiness) as he is great company and I was looking forward to our date.
I drive around quite a bit as you may know, but one place I don’t go to often is Birmingham. Its so confusing with the spaghetti junction and one way systems I thought I’d let the train take the strain, as I was heading to a city centre hotel anyway so I thought it would be easier for me, for a change. So I checked the time table and there was a 18.13 Virgin from CMK which got me there for 19.08, a slightly busy time but I didn’t need to be there until 8pm so I got my first class ticket sorted.
Bags packed I got a cab to the Central Milton Keynes train station and as it’s a novelty for me to travel on the train I popped into M&S next door for some chocolate pretzels and two cans of Vodka & Coke for the journey as a treat. I walked into CMK train station, through the barriers and down the stairs to the platform. Just my luck, it was packed with people having finished work so I found a spot, picked up a Metro paper and waited for the train, noticing how fed up everyone looked after a hard day at the office.
My seat was reserved so I didn’t worry to much about fighting the crowds onto the train, I just hoped I wasn’t next to any weird or chatty types. Lucky for me I had a window seat on the train with plenty of space. The seat next to me was still empty and I hoped it would stay that way. The carriage was fairly full but it was rush hour so to be expected.
Sorted myself out, bags tucked under my seat ish, V&C, pretzels and the Metro on the tray table in front and phone out to scroll through twitter and emails. As the time came to set off a man hurtled onto the train and plonked himself next to me in a dash. he’d been running to make the train and was a bit flustered. Oh great I thought as I gave him a half hearted smile and moved my bags over so he had more space.
The train started to move and he organised himself with his iPad out and loosened his tie. Even though I had my head in my iPhone I could see he had a smart dark grey suit on, had a faint flush of his mornings aftershave and had nice clean shoes. I opened a can of V&C and took a sip, I had to smile at him because I knew he was looking and I then I felt a bit bad so I had to be polite and gestured the other can, if he wanted it. At this point I still didn’t want to talk to anyone.
‘Oh yes please’ he said like a man dying of thirst so I gave it him, he thanked me and started to chat a little but I just smiled, said it was no problem and got back to my iPhone. You know what its like when you’re sat next to someone you can’t help taking a sly peek at what they’re looking at, so I found myself looking over his iPad where he had some film with Idris Elba on, it looked a bit futuristic style which I’m not really into but I like Idris so I couldn’t help looking over.
As the train made its way along, its winding movements meant that we’d occasionally bump arms but I firmly ignored making any more eye contact or acknowledging our accidental contact. I gave a fleeting acknowledgement to the fact that he had very muscular arms that his shirt sleeves clung to, but I just wanted to get to Birmingham without any incident and have bit of a rest along the way.
Mr Mountie was texting me so I was replying, telling him what lingerie I had bought and sending him a few tasty pictures to whet his appetite. Inbetween this I was scrolling through twitter, the recent updates meant all the naughty pics that people RT or who I follow were resplendent for all to see, as well as my own which I was mindlessly going through to send to MM. Oh dear.
Soooo by now I realised that my train travelling neighbour had ever-so-slightly shifted in his seat, and had a birds eye view over my shoulder, big hoop earrings and cleavage but also of my phone screen, the naughty pictures spoke for themselves. I got a bit embarrassed when I realised but I told myself, ‘stay cool as fuck’ and act like nothing has happened. So I carried on with my pics and texts and thought go on, have a good look fella, fill your boots!
The train jolted us a bit more and we both had to catch our drinks to stop them from falling over. This meant we looked at each other in a ‘phew, lucky save’ kind of way. Now that I had a few good looks at him, I saw he was in his late thirties I think, very smart, a shadow of dark stubble showing with short dark hair that had that artfully tousled with man product look. Sparkling blue eyes and a smiley face, he was a very handsome man and I thought I bet all the girls at the office all fluster around him.
The train ground to a halt and over the tannoy a fed up Virgin employee told us there was some sort of signal delay ahead and he hoped we would be on our way soon. Great. Mr Mountie was asking my progress so by now, feeling a bit bored and naughty I text him ..
I knew full well that Mr Suit was reading it and he coughed slightly as he realised as he had been caught haha! I then went back to twitter where he could see all my pics and tweets, I grinned to myself, still not looking up, but he knew I knew. I looked over to my right a touch, to his crotch area and I could see it was uncomfortably tight, with a reassuring bulge steadily growing. Good.
I took a second to decide what to do, Mr Mountie was texting furiously asking me what I was upto.. so I told him I’m going to place my hand on Mr Suits thigh and see what he does. Making sure Mr Suit read what I wrote. He actually opened his legs up a bit more! Right ok, here we go I thought..
I shifted in my seat so I was facing him. He began to say something but I just smiled at him with my glossy mouth, looked up at him through my long fake lashes and heavily eye-linered eyes and gave him THAT look. I gently stroked up and down his thigh and let him take a good look at my big tits in my tight body con dress, showing plenty of shape and trying to sneak a peek down the top. I moved my hand up a bit more, it was like he had a snake in his trousers there was so much movement!
My red painted fingertips tracing lines along his smart dark grey trousers, teasing him until I rested my hand, gently, straight over his dick. I then pressed down to feel it throb satisfyingly harder beneath my hand. I looked up again at him, his face going bright red and he was breathing hard.
He tried to speak again, I smiled and shushed him, whilst quickly texting Mountie man saying I was about to get Mr Suits cock out. MM replied despite being very annoyed with me he was back at the hotel, on the bed and now unzipped and got his cock out too. Oh wow this turned me on even more, being very naughty and I made sure Mr Suit could see the conversation. I looked at him, we were being very discrete as it was a direct train no one was coming by us to get on or off.
I moved the Metro newspaper over to his tray so it covered my hand, and I gently unzipped his trousers, that dick was going to burst out of there if I hadn’t! He had to quickly help me with that blasted inside button that you blokes have and that was it, his big hard member sprang into my hand like an angry animal. Mmm, it felt good.. the poor guy was desperate to touch me but he couldn’t, it would have been too obvious plus I knew he was scared of saying or doing the wrong thing incase I changed my mind. So he stayed stock still whilst I gently stroked his awesome dick up and down his shaft, running my fingertips over the tip and giving his heavy balls a reassuring squeeze.
MM was texting me asking what was going on, and I told him I’m about to wank Mr Suit off, right here on the Virgin 18.13 to Birmingham New St. The train was moving again and I knew we didn’t have long, so I put one of my naughty videos on my phone (on silent) on his tray in front of him. Its a close up of my smooth wet pussy, I’m playing with myself, running my painted fingernails up and down my slit, then holding myself open so you can see my juicy wet pinkness before sliding my middle finger in, mmm I was getting so wet watching that, wanking his hard cock and knowing MM was having a good hard wank at the very same time.
He let out an involuntary groan as he watched the dirty video of me playing with my juicy wet pussy, I thought his eyes were going to orgasm never mind his dick! His monster thick erection was getting harder and I knew this man needed to come hard before he literally exploded. I took the last mouthful of my V&C and moved in for the kill. Expertly using my fingers up and down his shaft, he was leaking enough pre cum to lubricate his dick and I used this to glide firmly up and down his cock. I pumped his unyielding cock now, pressing my tits up against his strong muscly arm in eager anticipation of watching him come for me.
Breathing heavily into his ear I nearly nibbled his ear lobe as I wanked his erection harder now, faster, throbbing.. until I could feel the veins bulging, it went beautifully rigid like a red hot poker and as I looked he erupted his spunk right there, into my hands, over himself in fucking huge globs of relief. Luckily he didn’t shout but muted gasps and some very heavy sighs came from him, panting as I continued to pump his cock tight, so I got every last bit of his delicious hot spunk, mmm so fucking horny my nipples were on edge and pussy was on fire!
Mmm as the fires subsided I looked up at Mr Suit again and he looked so happy it made me giggle. I had some tissues and wipes so we discreetly cleaned up, I still didn’t say anything to him, it was more mysterious and sexy this way I thought, wanking off a complete stranger on a busy commuter train, how bad is that! I text MM and told him what had happened, and he promptly sent me a picture of his orgasm complete over my picture on his iPad. Horny fuck I love it I told him.
The train was pulling into BNS so we got our things together, he got up and let me pass in front of him. Thank you he whispered, and slipped me his business card. I smiled sweetly once again, alighted the train and made my way over to meet MM who had come to pick me up. He told me in no uncertain terms, he was going to fuck the life out of me for being so naughty when we got back to the hotel. Perfect! Thats just what my wet little pussy needed after all that control and excitement! But that is a story for another time.. Mmm it had been my very lucky day.
I wonder if Mr Suit looked out for me on the 18.13 since.. I’m sure he could find find my pink glossy lips on twitter, wouldn’t that be interesting. I really should get the train more often :-))