This story was automatically created with AI assistance. All characters are adults. 18+.
I sit in my compartment, surrounded by the gentle rocking of the train thundering through the night, staring out the window into the dark landscape. The lights of cities and villages flash by as my hand unconsciously wanders between my thighs. I feel my pussy getting wet under the thin fabric of my skirt, just at the thought of all the forbidden things that could happen this night. The night air brushes across my face, but it doesn’t cool the heat spreading in my lap. I take a deep breath as I hear the soft creak of the door, and my heart races as I turn my head.
It’s Leon. My God, Leon. My old college friend, with whom I danced through so many nights, shared so many secrets. His eyes meet mine, and I immediately feel my nipples stiffen under my blouse. He sits down across from me, and we talk – but my thoughts are long gone. I see how his jeans stretch over his thighs, how his hands, those strong hands, rest on his knees. I tell him about my job as a doctor, but in my mind I’m imagining how those hands push my legs apart, how he presses me onto the hospital bed and shoves his hard cock into my mouth. I blush as he looks at me, and I know he sees the longing in my eyes, spreading like a fire in my belly.
The train rattles through the night, and most passengers are asleep. We are alone. I stand up to stretch, and as I sit back down, I deliberately touch his hand. The spark that jumps between us is so hot that I feel my breath catch. I leave my hand there, and he places his other on top. His fingers are warm, demanding. “I missed you,” he whispers, his voice rough, full of suppressed greed.
“Me too,” I breathe, and my gaze wanders to his crotch. I see the bulge under the fabric, and my pussy twitches with desire. “You know what I’ve been thinking about this whole time?” I ask, biting my lower lip. “Your mouth. Your tongue. How you fucked me back then in the dorm until I couldn’t walk.”
He smiles, that smile that always melts me. “I’ve been thinking about that too,” he says, leaning forward. “Every goddamn night.”
I can’t resist anymore. I stand up, go to the window, turn around. He stands, comes toward me, and I see the hunger in his eyes. He grabs my hips, presses me against the cold window pane. His mouth finds mine, and the kiss isn’t gentle. It’s wild, demanding, his tongue invading my mouth while his hands slide under my skirt. I moan into his mouth as his fingers find the wet fabric of my panties.
“You’re already wet,” he growls, pushing the panties aside and plunging two fingers into my wet slit. I gasp as he penetrates me deeply, my pussy clenching around his fingers. “What a hot cunt you have,” he whispers in my ear, moving his fingers inside me, slowly, torturously slowly. “I want to fuck you here and now, against this window, so the whole train sees me taking you.”
His words make me even wetter. I reach for his belt, open it with trembling fingers, pull his pants down. His cock springs out at me, hard, thick, the tip already wet with pre-cum. I wrap my hand around it, feel the heat, the pulse beating under the skin. “What a hot cock you have,” I moan, moving my hand up and down as he presses me against the glass. “Put it in my mouth. Now.”
He doesn’t need a second invitation. He steps back, and I drop to my knees, my head full of lust. I open my mouth, take his tip between my lips, suck on it while my tongue circles the sensitive head. He groans, grabs my hair, pushes my head deeper. I let him, taking his cock as deep into my throat as I can, while the train races through the night and the windows fog up.
“Yes, fuck my face,” I gasp between thrusts, saliva running from the corners of my mouth as I keep taking him in. “Fuck my throat until you come.”
He moans, thrusts deeper, and I feel him trembling at my throat. But he pulls away, yanks me up, throws me onto the bed in the corner of the compartment. “No,” he growls, ripping open my blouse, freeing my breasts from my bra. “I want to lick these tits first, these hot nipples, until you scream.”
He leans over me, his tongue finds my nipple, circles it, sucks on it, while his hand kneads the other breast. I moan loudly, toss my head back and forth as waves of pleasure race through my body. “Leon, please,” I beg, “fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside me.”
He straightens up, his eyes dark with desire. He spreads my legs, pushes my knees apart until I’m completely open before him. He leans forward, his tongue finds my wet pussy, and I scream as he licks me, as his tongue penetrates deep into my slit, circles my clit, driving me to the edge of madness.
“You taste fucking hot,” he murmurs against my wet lips, as he pushes two fingers into me, stretching me, preparing me. “So sweet and so wet. Just right for my cock.”
I can’t take anymore. I reach for him, pull him onto me, guide his hard cock to my opening. “Fuck me,” I gasp, “fuck me hard.”
He thrusts in, a long, deep thrust that fills me, stretches me, completely fills me. I scream as he’s fully inside me, as my pussy clenches around his shaft. He starts to fuck me, slowly at first, then faster, each thrust harder than the last. His balls slap against my labia as he takes me, while the train rattles and the world around us disappears.
“Yes, fuck me,” I moan, digging my nails into his back. “Fuck me until I can’t think anymore.”
He obeys. He lifts my legs, presses them against my chest, thrusts even deeper into me. I feel his cock hitting my cervix, feel every fiber of my body burning with desire. “I’m coming,” I gasp, “I’m about to come.”
His hand finds my clit, rubs it in rhythm with his thrusts, and I explode. My orgasm rips through me.
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