A late night train, a sleeping husband and lots of wine drunken over the course of a very long day, saw me staring at a young man who’d taken his c*** out and was m***********. I was very nervous at first looking over at him across the trains last carridge, but as he glanced over, pointed his large veiny c*** at me and smiled, I relaxed, knowingly touched my right breast and watched him stroke his c*** even harder. By the time he was moaning and hammering away at his c*** with his right hand, I was ready to ease my husband off my shoulder and join him. The only thing that stopped me was my husbands leg which had crept across my thigh. Watching the young guy c** all over the seat at the side of him was just too much for me, moving my husbands leg and spreading my own, I put my left hand down under my skirt, pulled my p****** aside and thrust two fingers inside myself. It was now the turn of the teenage lad to watch a thirty three year old woman m*********. And as I did, he didn’t like me hessitate to slide over closer, smearing his own c** across the vynal seat covering. He was no more than three feet away, watching my fingers slide in and out of my soaking wet hot p**** when my husband stirred, but joyfully didn’t wake up. Standing in front of us as my rhythm built to a fantastically strong o*****, the young man leaned over, placed a hand on my breast and squeezed hard. I came just at that point and tried to strangle the sound of the violent o***** which flowed right through me. He’d only just moved behind us as my husband woke up wondering what was going on. I made out I’d jumped awake after falling asleep too, but looking back towards the teenager, we both knew why my cheeks and my p**** were flushed red.
