I was bored to tears as I looked out the window of the Amtrak car, seeing the Hudson River alongside for the hundredth time.
I read and reread my magazine, and finally fell into a nice dreamy state. I pulled my coat over my lap and started to feel my body relax. As the train jogged this way and that way, my body fell into a rhythm that caused my thighs to press together, then release, with each movement. Because I was wearing thigh-high stockings, I felt the tops of my thighs touch, and the lower part of them slide, stocking over stocking. I kept my eyes closed, as I put one arm across my body, over my coat.
My other arm was also across my body, but underneath the coat, and I let my hand drift over my thin blouse, and slide inside of it, feeling my breasts through the silk, my nipples stiffening, and a thrill running through my body.
My hand seemed to go naturally to the warm place between my legs. As my finger stroked along the soft fabric of my panties, I found them damp and very hot. My finger slid along my slit easily, and I let it rest there, feeling my pussy move around my finger as the train continued to jog along. I added a little pressure, and my slippery finger went deeper between my lips. I let my finger slide into my hot hole, and slowly dragged it out and pushed it back in, my muscles contracting and releasing it rhythmically.
Involuntarily, my hips started to move in slow circular movements, and I pushed my finger deeper inside. I felt the muscles of my pussy getting tight and squeezing my finger, and I started to cum, biting my lower lip to keep from crying out.
I started to slow my movements, and with my head still back against the seat, I let my body relax, and pulled my fingers from my wet hole. I let my hand rest there covering my steaming pussy.
Since my eyes remained closed the whole time I was so occupied, I never saw anyone sit next to me. I was far too engrossed in what I was doing to feel the movement of the seat, or the heat of another person near me.
Suddenly, a large hand enveloped my hand, and pushed it away, and started to feel around my pussy roughly, fingers going all over, pushing between my lips and into my slippery hole. They felt thick, and it hurt a little when two entered me at once.
I felt his breath on my face, his mouth was close to my ear. It was hot and smelled like mint and bourbon, and had an undertone of cigarette smoke to it.
His breath was an aphrodisiac to me, coupled with the big, rough hand that he was stroking me with. He kept rubbing my clit with his thumb, going over it and making it stiff so he could circle it again and again, driving me crazy.
His other fingers were busy spreading my wet lips wide so one finger could drive into my wet pussy while the other stroked over my asshole, not going inside, but over it and around it. I was squirming all over the seat, trying to get more of his fingers into me.
I didn't open my eyes as he lifted me very swiftly, and slid into the seat under me, settling me on his lap, and pulling my coat into place over my thighs again. I felt a very large, hard cock under me, settling in between my ass cheeks. His mouth went to my neck, and he sucked on it and kissed it with passion, and his hands roamed over my chest, caressing my soft, full breasts. He was surprisingly tender with them, his fingertips moving over my large, sensitive nipples, making them grow hard and high. I moved my body to get the most contact from him, grinding my ass against his hips, feeling almost lifted as his big cock jumped in his pants.