The Unnown Hand

The train was scheduled to take the better part of the day and arrive mid-morning the next day. I had stayed up late chatting with my fellow passengers in the lounge car, but eventually could barely keep my eyes open and retired back to my coach seat.

Coach wasn't too bad; certainly far better than the airplane equivalent. The seats could recline a ton, there was a leg rest, and they even had a bit of padding you could swing out to rest your thighs on.

I had planned ahead and brought an eye mask and earplugs, but even so I would wake up every couple of hours and toss and turn. The seat next to me was empty, though, so I was able to move the seat a bit less reclined than mine & use it as a pillow.

We had pulled into some small town in corn country sometime in the early AM & I got jostled awake by someone else boarding, unfortunately taking the seat next to me. With my eye mask, I couldn't see anything, but I could feel the jostle of them & their blankets as they settled in.

"Sorry," I murmured as I moved my head to my seat.

They continued to settle in, shifting a bit. Annoyingly, they kept brushing me, just barely perceptible, with the blanket. I tried to ignore it & close my eyes and sleep. Then another soft brush, on my side this time, and I started to wonder if they were doing it intentionally. I found the soft touch so arousing, but didn't have a blanket or anything, so I focused all my will on not getting an erection right in front of my new seatmate.

The next brush was on my thigh, right next to my pocket. This had to be intentional, I thought. But still it was so soft I thought it was just the motion of the train causing their blanket to just brush, brush against me. I couldn't help but start to feel blood rushing to my cock. Still I kept my mask on and pretended to sleep, waiting to see what would happen next.

Another soft touch, this time on the top of my thigh. This couldn't be an accident, right? My dick throbbed at the nearness of another person. It had been ages since it had been touched. The blanket or expertly controlled finger, whatever it was, slowly traced around the outline of my hardening erection.

A small yawn next to me, and I felt the blanket fall over my lap a bit. I was tense. This was it, it was really happening on this train. Now, I could feel two fingers slowly trace along the edges of my cock as it jumped at the touch. Then, a palm rubbed along it from the base to the tip. I had never been harder, yet I continued to pretend to sleep.

The two fingers returned to tease me, slowly sliding up and down the outside of my shorts. I couldn't help but let out a small moan under my breath. I had barely been touched, but the anticipation had me so close to cumming already.

Their palm pressed against the base of my crotch more firmly this time, slowly making its way along my rock hard dick to the tip and then back to the base. I could feel myself thrusting my hips a bit against their palm, and they pushed against my thrusts and began to rub back and forth faster.

I let out another quiet moan and moved my hand towards my crotch, desperate to cum, but a soft hand caught my wrist and moved it back to my side.

Their fingers wrapped around my cock, while the head rested on their palm, and started to rub the head along the palm while the fingers stroked my cock. I couldn't hold it in any longer.

Finally, I erupted, shooting spurt after spurt of cum out along my leg in my shorts. My eyes rolled into my head behind the eyemask from the power of the orgasm, and my body shook with pleasure. I could feel the cum, hot and sticky, dripping down my thigh as the last bits oozed out of my softening dick. The hand stayed on top as my cock throbbed, and a voice in my ear whispered softly, "Goodnight."

I drifted off to sleep without taking my mask off. When I woke up a few hours later, the seat next to me was empty. Never saw my unknown seatmate, or even their gender, but it was one of the hottest nights of my life.