The Girl in the Train ft. Sheer luck [M/F] | 2016

Hi, I'm Daniel. 26 years old and first time poster here. For those who want to know: I'm about 1,85 m long, very dark shade of brown colored hair, and an uncontrollable beard that comes and goes as he pleases. I reckon it's going to be a rather long one, so I suggest you take out a blanket and a hot coco. Enjoy.

I believe it was about a week ago. I had taken the same train as I always did, around 7 o' clock. And I don't know why, but it was fairly empty in my compartment for the time of day. I didn't do much. I never really did much in the train. I zoned out, so to speak. Thinking over my day and whatnot. At the second stop however, my bubble of self-assesment was popped. A young lady - I estimated her 23 - walked by my booth. She wore a light pair of jeans, holding her legs thigtly and keeping everything into place, and a leather jacket that was short enough to expose a gentle line of skin above her yeans. Her thin waist fitted perfecly in her pants that was formed by her ass. Perfectly round and jiggling just the right amount with every step she took. I figured she would walk on, but instead of finding a booth for her own, she decided to share one with me. She stood on her toes, stretching all the way up to put her luggage above our heads. Half of her elegant back was bare and every muscle needed to stand on your toes peeked at me through her jeans. When she sat down, we briefly smiled at each other.

For about an hour we sat across each other. Me trying to sneak a peak without her noticing and she with music in her ears reading a book. I like girls who read. She bobbeb her head gently on the beat and her black hair that barely touched her shoulders danced along with the bobbing. Sometimes she smiled for no reason, probably something funny in her book. I simply got swept away by her. With every stop I hoped that she would stay put, so I could spend a little longer with her. Maybe even gather my balls and start a conversation. She stayed put, luckily. I don't know if it was my imagination, but I had the feeling that our legs were getting closer and closer to each other. Sometimes she would stop reading for a moment and I saw her hesitating to look at me. I would sometimes catch her watching me in those brief moments if I timed my gaze correctly.

Finally, my stop. I took my things and walked out, looking back at her only in the hope that she was looking at me. She wasn't. She was drinking water. She made it look so sexy too, with her arched back and her chest up. I took it all in, in case I would never see her again.

I guess that this is where faith comes in, because apparently my stop was also her stop (also, how bad would this story have been when it was only about this girl I almost talked to). I heard the wheels of her bag on the station's tiles. She was only a couple of meters behind me. I really wanted, no, I needed to talk to her. The corridor was not very long, I knew that if I wanted to talk to her, I needed to do something. I followed my gut - which wasn't a very good plan by itself - and very delicately threw the insides of my bag onto the floor, filling the hall with sound and looking like a complete idiot.

I got on my knees, picking my books from the floor. I heard her rolling bag coming closer and closer, by know I was just hoping she wouldn't laugh at me. Suddenly, the rolling sound came to an end before me. In the sudden quietness, i saw her knees falling to ground next to mine. I smiled and said thanks as we stood up. She didn't respond with "no problem", instead she said:

"A little tacky, don't you think?"

A bright smile appeared on her face, she saw right through me. But she didn't mind.

"Still worked, didn't it?" I responded jokily.

"I don't know yet." She had a misschievous smile on her face, her eyes were scanning me, and her breasts bulged the white shirt she was wearing underneath her jacket. "It might." She said ;)

As we walked along together, we told about our days. Where we had gone, what we had done, that kind of small talk shit. As we approached our bus stop, i started talking about my house and how it was always so busy at home. She responded exactly the way I wanted:

"I have a place for myself. We could grab a cup of coffee at my place," she was looking at my chest, "if you want."

"A little tacky, don't you think?" I responded.

Anyway, it was nine o' clock when we reached her house and it was about ten when we had finished our coffee. At first we hit it off real great, but slowly I felt that our conversation was growing to an end, so I decided to leave as soon as possible to avoid any awkwardness. When we finally stopped talking and she walked me to the door of her apartment, we fell silent. Was this a good bye? Is there going to be a date?

"So..." Her voice sounded different then before. Softer maybe "I guess this is good bye." She said.

She opened her arms and welcomed me for a hug. She was a bit shorter than me, so I felt her breasts against my stomach. Her soft face was in my neck and I felt her breathing against my skin. With every breath I felt her body moving in my arms. This hug was starting to last longer than a regular hug. Her hands couldn't keep still, they were making small movements on my back. One of my hands accidentally touched the bare skin between her white shirt and her pants. It was warm and the moment I made contact, she inhaled louder, gasped almost, in my ear. I held her by her hips with both hands. Her face was sliding down mine, her nose ran along my cheeck untill it met with mine. Her lips weren't even trying to kiss me. She just layed them on mine. They were full and soft. As she pressed herself harder against my body, she started to kiss me, slowly. My hands glided down and found rest on her ass. I held it firmly and squeezed on the rythm of her lips. Her back arched as I had seen her do on the train earlier, her breasts were moving up and down my lower chest and her crotch was pressed against mine. When one of her hands made its way between us and started feeling the bulge in my pants that was growing with every loud breath she took, she couldn't help but stop kissing and just smiled at me. I made a step back, closed the door, and under the sound of her breathing louder and louder, I pinned her against the wall.

Her jacket was taken of almost instantantly, which left her in her white partly see-through shirt. She was wearing a purple lace bra underneath and I was all too curious to see it fully. My hands ran from her hips up inside her shirt, running along the details of her bra - she must have been a D - and sliding the white veil off her body. Her breast were well conceiled under her leather jacket, because they suprised the hell out of me. I lifted her just a bit so that her her feet were in the air and she was a little higher. She had her arms around my neck and her face up. I thrusted her against the wall and with every stroke of my growing bulge against her, a moan escaped her lungs. She had her eyes close, but mine weren't, the view was too good to miss.

I think I was hard enough for her to feel every little detail through my pants. She liked what she felt. The way she moved her hips to massage me was incredible. The way she wanted to give herself to me made me want to explode out of my pants. I wanted to feel her flesh against my flesh. Share the sweat we had created together.

As she was held up against the wall, she took my shirt off. She couldn't keep her hands off my chest and she couldn't keep her lips from discovering every piece of my body. At a given moment, she started unbuckling my belt. She wanted to be put down. So I did. All of her attention went to my belt. And then to my zipper. Before she shoved my pants down, she pushed me against the wall and got on her knees. She first tried to feel how big it was. (I'm about an 8,5 inch) she gave it a kiss and got it out. My dick was as hard as it could get, swinging out as she released it to freedom. Her mouth was warm and it didn't take long for her to get comfortable making deep thrusts. I felt my dick pulsating in her wet mouth as she took it in and slowly took it out again. Sometimes she would only keep the top in, gently moving her lips up and down, and licking it all over with her agile tongue.

When she took it out, my dick was completely wet and her eyes were begging me.

"Take it off." I told her.

She reacted as if it was a relieve that she could finally get rid of her remaining clothes. Her bra fell to the ground and exposed her perfect full breasts. Her nipples were only a shade darker then the rest of her skin. Her jeans and her panties quickly followed. I signed her to turn around. She put her hands against the wall, threw her hair back and looked at me. First I held her by her ass. Feeling what the diffence was without the jeans. It was a whole new world. I closed in a bit, making the occasional contact when she moved a little bit. I laid my dick on top of her ass and ran my hand down between her legs. I needed only a single feel to know how ready she was for me. She was almost dripping wet. I took my dick in one hand and her hip in the other. I could feel her breathing through her body. I made my way between her legs and sliding my cock gently between her lips. Not to deep. Teasing her almost. I saw drips of sweat on her back rolling down and her breasts hanging in anticipation. Slowly I placed myself. Going in deeper. 8 inches of meat made its way into her. It was smooth and warm. A loud ""Daniel!" Filled the room with excitement. Her breasts started moving as I started going faster. Everytime I hit her ass, it started shaking in the best way and it was always accompanied by a loud moan. When I got deeper and faster, she moaned louder and higher. Her "oh's" where the best sounds I have ever heard to this day.

I stopped her, which she didn't like, but I wanted to move over to the bed. To make up for her sour face, I turned her around, open her legs a little, and got on my knees. The first contact my tongue made with her soft flesh, was magical. I love the smell of sex. I gave her a few licks covering as much ground as possible - she almost pulled my hair out - before carrying her to bed.

I laid down on my back and she lowered herself onto me. She swallowed me with ease an her lips were playing with me. She started moving. Slowly at first, but faster as she got the hang of it. Her breasts were covered in moist, shining in the few lights from outside. Her hair was damp and fell perfectly on her chest. I held her down at her hips, letting her move her body any direction she wanted. At one pointed she went crazy, throwing her hair back, her hands supporting on my legs behind her, and her moans turned into shouts (I am quite sure she will remember my name) her body was moving all directions, her legs were shaking, and I felt my dick being massaged by her spasms. She thrusts and squirms and I feel I am getting close. I asked her if I could cum inside her.

"Go ahead." She said with a freckled smile.

I took her body against me. Her breasts squeezed against my chest. With my other hand I got a firm hold of her ass. A last thrust, I burry myself completely inside her and squirt my load deep into her body. I spasm and she wiggles her ass a few times to make sure I'm completely done.

We laid like that for a few moments to rest before she got of. A slimy string of sperm ran between us as she slowly emerged. Beautiful. We took a shower together and washed each other. We kissed when I took my leave. No words, no date appoinments. I think I like it that way.