across the aisle.
“Zak,” he offered Faith a huge paw-like hand. His arms were muscular, the veins large and prominent beneath a light fur of blonde hair. His hand was warm and his grip firm. He eyed her up and down. “And you are?”
“Faith.” They chatted easily as the train trundled on, letting passengers off at several small stations. Zak was a student of marine science and also a keen surfer. He was in the UK for a semester on exchange and by all accounts was loving every minute of it. Faith grudgingly let him know that she was an accountant and was glad that he seemed impressed rather than making the usual assumption; that being good with numbers meant boring.
“Married?” he asked. She shook her head. “What? A gorgeous, smart, sexy as hell girl like you? Man, if I was married to you I would…”
Pregnant pause. Loaded silence. Eye contact. With impeccable timing the train shuddered to a halt and the elderly lady two rows down shuffled off with her tartan shopping bag, leaving the carriage empty. Faith was already hot from the closeness of the weather and the impending storm, but now the air was so thick she could only think of one thing that would clear the dizzying vacuum. Already perspiring lightly, she became acutely aware of a different kind of wetness, that of her own juices seeping onto her pale cotton panties. As the train again pushed into reluctant noisy motion, Zak was still looking intently at her. The pause was broken as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, attempting to rearrange his shorts to accommodate his bulging package.
Later Faith would put what followed down to summer madness, but at that moment she was intensely aware of what she was doing even as she was surprised by her own boldness. Deliberately, she moved so that she was on the seat next to Zak, one leg tucked beneath her and one leg on the floor. She leaned into his ear, one hand softly stroking the hard bulk of his manly thighs.
“Is there any way that I can repay you for your kindness earlier?” Her hand continued to stroke his thigh, moving up slowly so that her fingers were almost touching his straining cock. He looked at her for a fleeting second in disbelief, then an even bigger grin cracked and spread across his face.
“Sure can,” he pronounced, gently taking her teasing hand and moving it up his thigh to where his cock was pushing at the fabric of the shorts. Faith slipped her hand into his shorts and he moaned in delight as she freed it from its confines. He shifted in his seat, pulling the shorts down as he did and enabling Faith to see his manhood in its full glory.
His cock was long and girthy, firmly rooted in a bed of springy dark hair. A single vein pulsed along its length, from the proudly engorged helmet along the clean pink of the shaft. Zak groaned as she slowly and softly ran her hands over the sensitive head, barely touching it. She grasped his cock in her right hand, slowly pulling the foreskin up over the head as a small tear of liquid was wrought from its eye. He moaned in unabashed delight and groaned again as Faith slowly but firmly ran her hand back down his length. As she found her rhythm he turned his attention to Faith, slipping one calloused finger underneath the tie of her pink silky top, pulling it loose from its functional ties. The flimsy halter top crumpled, helpfully falling down so that her firm breasts were exposed.
Faith was surprised that she was so excited but here and now, with the hungry eyes of Zak upon her and the threat of being caught at any moment she was impossibly excited. He ran an appreciative eye over her breasts, taking in the white triangles left over from her recent Caribbean holiday. This whiteness only accentuated the warm dusky pink of her nipples, which were bullet hard. The same large thumb that had freed them now brushed appreciatively over each nipple in turn, sending little shivers of delight through her.
Swivelling slightly to face her more, he cupped one whole breast in his large hand, savouring its soft firm feel. His head soon followed his hand, an exploratory tongue snaking out to lick her nipple tentatively, in the same way that she had first explored his cock. Now, as she became more aroused Faith’s grip on his shaft tightened and her strokes became quicker. Encouraged, he used both hands to roughly cup her breasts, his mouth becoming more insistent enclosing her rigid nipple and applying a delicious level of suction. Faith was by now pumping her hand up and down his cock at quite a rate, enjoying the control that she had over him. Hopelessly aroused she pulled one of his huge hands from her breasts and forced it roughly between her legs so that he could feel the wetness of her panties. Suddenly and to her undisguised surprise it became too much for him and he came quickly and without warning, spurting hot jets of semen and shaking uncontrollably with the speed and intensity of the orgasm that he had enjoyed.
Momentarily disappointed, Faith reasoned that as he was several years younger than her, that he probably would not have had the experience or ability to hold back. Embarrassed for him, she quickly rummaged in her bag to emerge with a small pack of tissues, this time thankful for the paraphernalia that she insisted on carrying around with her. However, as she quickly found out, she had mistaken his age for immaturity. Instead of being embarrassed, Zak appeared to be completely unfazed by the whole situation, watching her languidly as she cleaned him up. As she busied herself around him, he took her arm by the wrist and uttered one utterly commanding word.
“Stop”. She looked him direct in his eyes and was suddenly embarrassed by her own reaction. Held in his gaze like a rabbit held in the headlights of an oncoming car she was powerless to stop his next movements.
He slid off of the seat and onto the floor, until he was kneeling reverently in front of her. Still holding her gaze, he gently but firmly pulled her legs apart until she was sitting squarely in front of him, legs spread wide. She was aware that he could see right up her skirt to the triangle of white cotton that covered her sticky, hopelessly excited pussy and this, combined with the intensity of his gaze raised her to a level of hopeless anticipation once more.
Zak put his hands on her knees, then ran them up the outside of each leg, bunching her skirt around her waist. The rough material of the British Rail seats scratched against Faith’s upper thighs and bottom. Deftly he placed his hands under the waistband of her panties and pulled them slowly down, gently guiding each ankle and flip-flop clad foot through the leg holes until with a dirty grin he raised his cotton prize to his nose and sniffed like a man enjoying a rare delicacy before slipping them into the pocket of his shorts.
Faith could not help but laugh at this and he flashed his blue eyes at her as he pushed both of her legs up so that he was at eye level directly between her legs. His hands roamed over the tautness of her tan thighs as his eyes greedily devoured the dark strip of soft hair, surrounded by the white shape left by her bikini bottoms. He gently spread her, exposing all her most vulnerable areas. The same thumb that had touched her nipples in such an exciting way now gently stroked the glistening bud of her clitoris, making her draw in breath rapidly. Still grinning he continued to hold her gently open, her wet slit inviting him and he dropped his head to lap at her pussy like an excited young puppy. The sensation was delicious, and she could not help but gasp as his probing licks applied themselves in the same manner around her clit. His fast, long licks were soon replaced by a circular, probing motion, his tongue encircling her in a deliberate, well-timed motion. He alternated this with burying his head deep within her pussy then returning to apply his lips again to her clit, sucking until it was dragged into a delicious vacuum.
Faith’s breathing was ragged and harsh now, and it was at this moment that her heart nearly stopped as she looked up to be greeted with the face of the ticket inspector, even redder and shinier than when they had first met but now pressed up against the glass of the door that divided the carriages.
Zak immediately picked up on the slight stiffening of her body that had accompanied her realisation.
“Are you OK?” he asked, a light sheen of Faith’s own wetness around his mouth providing a comic foil to his genuinely concerned expression. And strangely enough at that moment she realised that she was. The ticket inspector, pudgy cock in doughy hand had frozen too, aware that he had been caught masturbating. It was her who was in control, her who was calling the shots. Zak’s head was cocked waiting on her nod to indicate whether he should continue. The ticket inspector was probably expecting her to shout, “Pervert!” and chase him from the train vigilante style. However, instead of shouting with indignation at the unexpected intrusion she fixed the shocked man right in the eye and nodded to Zak.
“Please don't stop,” she whispered, then whimpered appreciatively as he lowered his head back to his task. The uniformed man remained mesmerised as Zak continued to lap at her pussy. He was unable to tear his eyes away and she played to his presence, rubbing her hands over her own breasts, squeezing and kneading and pulling her nipples. She could see his pudgy hand moving like a piston up and down, his face at an almost impossible level of redness as he pounded the angry member with complete abandon. It was all the more exciting because Zak had no idea that they were being observed.
However, the ticket inspector’s presence became just a distant extra as Zak sensed her mounting excitement and began to lick her clitoris directly in a strong up and down motion. It was almost too much and instinctively she
