Train Rides

It was 9:30 PM. I kept checking my watch and tapping my foot impatiently. “Where is the damn train?!" I thought to myself. “It’s only 9:30 PM and I know the trains didn’t stop running for the night already!"

I was expected at his house nearly an hour and half ago, but I got so caught up in work that I lost track of time. It was supposed to be our little “date night” for the week. I promised him that I wouldn’t be late. As I glanced at my watch for the third time, I sighed an exasperated breath. I was late, and I knew I’d be punished.

My punishments were always sexual in nature. Sure, that doesn’t sound too bad, but it sucked in an enjoyable kind of way. The last time I was late, he tied my hands to the bedpost with a couple of his ties. He tore my panties off of me and licked and sucked my pussy until I came, but he didn’t stop. I kept coming until that point where it hurt to come any more. I couldn’t push him off or move away with my hands being tied… not that I wanted to, but he enjoyed the way I squirmed and wiggled under his tongue. I just had to lay there and enjoy the never-ending ecstasy of his tongue and the sounds his mouth made as he slurped up my juices.

The whooshing sound of the train coming into the station brought me back from my reverie. As I walked into the cab, I noticed an older gentleman watching me. He had to be in his late 50s, early 60s. He licked his lips and I watched as a smile slowly crept across his face. I rolled my eyes at him and found a seat near the back of the cab. It was about a 20 minute ride to reach the station closest to his house, so I had some time to come up with a good excuse for my tardiness. My mind began to wonder back to my latest punishment and I could feel her thumping against my panties. The rhythmic clanking of the wheels on the tracks put me in a sort of hypnotized state. I moved my purse from the seat next to me and laid it on my lap. In the side pocket, I pulled out what looked like a tube of lipstick to anyone watching. However, this little gem was my bullet. I called it “Old Faithful” because it could always make me erupt in a matter of minutes. It’s why I always kept it with me, for moments just like this.

There were buttons that went down the front of my skirt; I was able to unbutton two of them without it being noticeable. The low hum of “Old Faithful” was drowned out by the clacking of the train’s wheels. With my left hand holding my purse in place, I slid my right hand with “Old Faithful” into the opening. With my ring finger and pinky, I managed to move my panties to the side without letting my bullet slip from my grasp. I could feel the heat coming off her, and just how wet she was.

I kept my eyes open as the vibrations met my clit. I had gotten good at masturbating in public and didn’t need to close my eyes to let my fantasies play out in my mind. My blinks were slow and measured as I felt the warmth flood over me. I moved the bullet down from my clit towards the opening of my pussy. All I kept remembering was the sounds he made while he sucked on her. He wasn’t afraid to get up close and personal and I liked that. I slid “Old Faithful” inside a couple inches and tilted her upwards until I felt a mini burst that made me hitch my breath. I used the heel of my hand to press down on top of my clit while the vibrations hummed on my G-spot. My pussy was so wet, that my fingertips started to slip. I knew I couldn’t stop now when I was so close. I kept going as my wrist and forearm cramped at the awkward position. My breathing got heavier as I pushed my hand down harder on my clit. Within seconds, I felt the sweet feeling of release rush over me. I had to hold my breath to keep from moaning out loud. I could feel my juices slowly roll out of my pussy and on to my fingers, as her walls contracted in rhythmic waves.

My eyes slowly closed, as if I had fallen asleep. Again, I went back to my last punishment when he was finally finished. He looked up at me and I looked down at his damp face and I couldn’t tell if it was sweat or my juices that covered the lower part.

He reached up to untie me from the bedpost when I asked, “How do I taste?”

He smiled and then kissed me, opening my mouth with his tongue so I could taste what he loved to taste. After a few minutes he pulled away and asked, “So? What do you taste like?”

I chuckled a little and replied, “Like honeysuckle nectar. A faint sweetness that’s gone too quickly”.

His face lit up, finally realizing where he remembered that familiar taste. “Yeah," he said while nodding his head, “Like honeysuckle nectar."

I bit my bottom lip and smiled to myself as I returned to the present. When I opened my eyes, I saw that older man from before. He smiled at me again and I looked away from him still feeling his eyes on me. I felt the train reduced its speed, and I looked out the window. I saw the sign on the wall that read my stop. I moved my panties back to its original place. They were slightly uncomfortable due to the dampness, but I knew I’d be taking them off shortly, so I didn’t let it bother me. I buttoned my skirt back and placed “Old Faithful” back in my purse, making a mental note to clean it when I got to his house.

The train came to a complete stop and I gathered my things and stood to exit. As I walked by the older man, I heard him say, “It’s okay, Sugar. I'd know that face of pleasure anywhere. We all like to take a train ride every now and then!"

I looked back and gave him a little wink. He jumped to his feet, but by the time he got to the doors, they were already closed.

I laughed and checked my watch: 10:15pm. “Fuck," I said to myself. “I’m super late this time." I knew the punishment that awaited me when I got to his house. I could feel my pussy getting excited all over again.

To be continued…