The train eased out of the station, picking up speed. Its gentle rocking caused those passengers who were forced to stand up to occasionally press against each other, but most made an effort to avoid physical contact.
Louise was stood close to the door. She wore a long summer dress and flat shoes and carried a small shoulder bag. She was not especially tall, with dark-shoulder length hair and was definitely pretty. She could feel the man behind her and knew that he could have made more effort to avoid leaning against her with the rocking of the train.
He had been stood near her at the station. She had caught his eye once, by accident, and quickly turned away. The train lurched forward and once again he leant against her. She glanced over her shoulder and caught his eye, her expression neither friendly or aggressive, he held her gaze and smiled.
'Busy train, sorry' he said.
Just as he said this the train jolted again and he pressed into her, his groin pressing just above her buttocks.
She turned to face the front and smiled inwardly. Then she pressed her bum deliberately back against him.
He returned the gentle pressure, feeling his cock pulse. There was no easing up of her pressure.
The train lurched again and this time its motion caused them to separate. As it did he took the opportunity to move his position slightly and, in doing so, deliberately stroked his hand over her arse cheeks. Again she looked over shoulder at him and this time she smiled.
At the next station a small number of people got off and far more got on. She ended up being edged to a corner near the doors and he was more than happy to be carried in the same direction. Now they faced each other on the even busier train.
Paul smiled at her, he was at least 6 inches taller and his eyes held hers as he looked down.
'Sorry about bumping against you before' he said, quietly.
'No you're not' she replied, smiling and just a quietly. 'You get off on touching women like this don't you?'.
He smiled back. 'Yes you're right. I enjoy it. I enjoyed pressing against you'. 'How much do you enjoy it?'.
She didn't answer the question, instead saying 'Let me ask you something; if I reach my hand forward and rub your cock through your trousers will it get hard?'.
'What makes you think it isn't already?' He said.
'Ooh. Let me check.' With that she did as she'd said and used the palm of her hand to rub his dick through his thin trousers. The hard rod of his erection felt longer than her hand and she gasped at how hard it was. Her hand closed around it to feel its admirable thickness. 'That's quite a dick you've got there'.
'Thank you. I like what you're doing to it'. His voice was slightly husky, and this increased her desire.
'Does your dress button all the way up the front?' Paul asked.
'Yes, why do you ask?. Both of them were still whispering and they were yet to break eye contact.
'I want you to undo a button about half way down so I can push my hand inside and between your legs'. His hushed words were said in a matter of fact tone.
'I don't think I want to do that' she said, and paused before continuing, 'I think I want you to do it for me.'
She felt his hand gently pulling at the front of her dress, felt a button come loose and then felt the hand sneak inside. He'd probably opened a button one higher than he needed, so his hand had to move down over her lower tummy before it dipped between her parted thighs.
She kept looking into his eyes for as long as she could, but when she felt his fingers reach the outside of her silky knickers where they covered her clit she closed her eyes and moaned, fighting to make the noise as quiet as she could. Her hand squeezed his cock harder and her knees went weak when his finger slipped inside her knickers and gently stroked her hard little clit.
His fingers continued to explore her, the middle digit probing inside, enjoying her wetness. Her eyes were closed now, her breath coming in a deep rhythm, tiny moans escaping her mouth. For her part she stopped rubbing his dick and fiddled with his fly, eventually lowering it and pushing her hand inside. She gasped again when she felt how thick and hard he was.
She pulled her hand out and stared into his eyes again as she pushed her fingers into her mouth, withdrawing them shiny with saliva and dipping her now wet hand back into his fly and rubbed the moisture into the sensitive underside of his throbbing hard on. This time it was his turn to moan and he responded by plunging a second finger inside her. This time her moan was louder but she was powerless to hold it in.
They continued, her rubbing his dick with her thumb, him using his thumb to stroke her clit and he finger fucked her. He felt her tighten around his fingers and heard her breathing deepen, her eyes were closed and she bit her bottom lip as the waves of pleasure heightened and she started to orgasm. Her legs shook and she leant into him, pressing her mouth against him to try and stifle her moans. He could feel her moans and whimpers as he felt her pussy squeezing his fingers. She'd stopped wanking his dick, instead grasping it hard, but as the waves subsided she resumed, fast and hard.
He felt himself start to come, the pressure building then released, his hot cum spurting into her hand, pulse after pulse sending streams of his seed from his hard cock.
As he opened his eyes he saw her raise her fingers to her mouth, saw the milky cum on them briefly, before they disappeared between her red lips, emerging clean a moment later.
'My station' she said, as the train slowed.
'I'm off at the next one' he replied. She leant forward and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek.
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Louise walked to her house on slightly wobbly legs. She enjoyed the glow in her stomach and the tingle that remained in her clit.
She got in the front door and she dumped her bag on the floor. She fixed two drinks, knowing her boyfriend would be home in a few mins. Sure enough he walked in 5 mins later.
He leant down to kiss her. 'Dirty cow' he laughed.
'Says you!' she replied.
'I loved when you licked my cum off your fingers' he said.
Paul and Louise were the perfect match. Voracious sexual appetites, turned on by the thought of the other being turned on, prepared to try anything in the name of sexual fun and excitement and, also, very much in love. They were both very happy with their rules, which they'd even written down.
1) If both don't say 'yes', it doesn't happen.
2) Never with another person without the other there.