Bum Leg

Bum Leg

Looks like another sweltering summer day on Long Island. It's four A.M. and already seventy-two on the way to 100. As I wash my breakfast dishes, naked, and look into a neighbor's dark window, I wonder if he's watching me. More important, I wonder which wrap around mini skirt to wear today. Though it doesn't much matter for my frequent summer adventures, I choose my white button down crop top to go with my short tan skirt. Leaving the tight top with just three buttons closed exposes lots of teasing cleavage and a large gap between my big tits. This top ends just below my ribs, yet my tits keep it from touching my flat abs. The skirt speaks for itself as I'm sure I'll hear from an admirer or two today.

I grab my Amtrak monthly pass, my crutch, and my chained purse, then head out to the Jamaica station. Being a major hub, it's always crowded there even at four A.M.. Fortunately, nearly all are headed to NYC for an early start, so I get on a nearly empty East bound train. I hobble along the car looking for some hot, young action to entertain me on the long ride to the end of the Island. Near the end of the car is a hot not-so-young guy sitting in one of my favorite areas — the opposing seats.

"Excuse me. Do you mind if I sit here?" He looks me up and down noticing and pausing in silence at my stretched top, my toned abs, my bum leg in a long cast, then my shapely bare leg. As he scans up again, I give a small hop to let my skirt tease open. He notices, stares, then looks up and under my crop top. If I'm posed right, he has a clear view of my under boobs since I'm braless, as usual.

His eyes shift to the gap between buttons and he stares on purpose. Finally, he stands and offers his hand. "No. Of course not. Always nice to have pleasant company to stare at or speak with." Already a sly compliment. As I jostle into the seats, my purse falls to the floor "by accident" at my feet. He stoops down to get it for me as I move to a seat opposite him and let my skirt split open again. He notices, of course, and stays down staring.

As I drop into a seat, I squeal a little in discomfort and my short skirt falls off my teasing leg. He hands me my purse and sits. "Oops. Sorry. Hope I didn't embarrass you. It's so awkward with this cast. At least they made it with a bent knee so I'm not constantly tripping people with it in the aisle. I'm Ann and I'm heading to Montauk for the Lighthouse museum so I'm here for the long haul. " As I lean forward and extend my hand, I give him a peek down my cleavage and enjoy his eyes widening at his unexpected view of so much teasing tit flesh. My internal wide grin gets wider and harder to hide.

His hand reaches out and as he shakes me with some vigor making my tits dance, he says, "I'm Andy and

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I'm going to Montauk too." Still staring at my tits he adds, "Since you are obviously not shy, I'm not, and won't be, embarrassed by anything you do. I noticed your cast goes all the way up. Must be uncomfortable."

"Oh, you saw that? How much did you see?" I looked around to see where others were seated and how much they too could see. As he stared, I opened another button on my translucent blouse. My nipples stiffened; his slacks betrayed a growing bulge. Maybe he was a good choice after all?

"Well, I briefly saw as much as you wanted me to see." What a bold, flirty comment. His eyes fell to my skirt as I spread my knees a bit more. "I did wonder how you could put panties on over such a heavy cast. Now I see you didn't bother with them." My skirt gaped a little more, aided by the slight lurch of the speeding train. The rising sun lit up my legs.

"Seems you aren't shy either. This is a bad angle for my bum leg. Would you mind moving here so I can sit on your lap and change my angle? But first, I showed you mine, show me yours — what's making that huge bulge, that is." His greyed eyebrow arched as his smile broadened. He looked around and noticed four people looking up my open skirt. I opened another button. If my ruddy areolae weren't visible enough through my top, they began to edge out of it.

Andy unzipped; his grey templed head looked around, then he unfastened his slacks. As his thick shaft appeared, I reached across and pulled his uncut cock out into the chilled air. With my reach, my skirt fell completely open and exposed my damp pussy. The sun fully lit his slightly bent pole. He smiled as I pulled his clothes lower to expose his big balls full of the hot cream I wanted in me. My fingers didn't reach all the way around his thickness. I pushed his foreskin back and he groaned loud enough to turn heads. When I opened my last button, my girls jumped free of their restraint. My naked nipples danced for him and the others. We felt the sun warm our exposed bodies.

As I stroked his impressive manhood with my gentle yet firm grip, he rolled my nipples the same way. We slid toward each other for better grips. As he licked and sucked my nipples, my pussy wept; I watched a clear drop of Cowper's swell then spread itself across his glans. As his tongue wrapped around my nipple, I could only image the sweet taste of his cock in my mouth; I couldn't wait. This couldn't be a sixty-years-old cock; it was too firm, too long, too strong.

Moving my bum leg to one side opened my skirt and pussy wide for him to enjoy. Two fingers slipped into me as his thumb circled my erect clit. I moaned until he lifted me with those fingers and moved under me, his strong cock pointing the way. He untied and removed my skirt then sat in my seat and pulled me onto his naked lap. I had the full attention of those seated nearby and those who came closer. Though I allowed his stiffness to slide against my puckered hole a few times, I moved it to my front hole and it easily slipped into my slippery snatch.

I left my crop top open, yet on. As Andy thrust harder up into me, I smiled as I watched another stranger across the aisle rub his tented slacks. Andy grew thicker and soon rubbed my G-spot with his bishop with each stroke. Though I was gasping and dizzy, I signaled to the other stranger, let's call him Bill, to unzip for me. His mouth dropped, yet his eyes fluttered from my hard nipples to the union of cunt and cock. Bill looked around, then pulled his zipper down. Without waiting for me to ask, he unfastened his slacks and pushed them and briefs to his knees. His kielbasa unfurled, and he began stroking his cut cock for me. When I licked my lips, he stood and came to me.

I reached out for Bill's cock; he stared at my stiff clit. As I drew him closer, he circled my clit bumping Andy's cock as it thrust into me. The chaos he introduced made me dizzy. He pinched a nipple; I licked his cock, then sucked it. After several attempts, he slid it into my throat. Holding my breath, I squeezed his musky cock with my deep throat until my air ran out. He held my face against him; very little air came through my nose. Slight biting didn't discourage him so I hummed. He lurched back; I took a breath. He thrust fully into my throat; I hummed again, and his cock pulsed, swelled, filled my belly with stranger cum. When he pulled out, he filled my mouth with more of his seed. I held his balls so he couldn't go far.

I showed him my mouth full of his cum before swallowing most of it. When I pulled on his balls, he dropped to his knees and I kissed him as I pushed his cum into his mouth. He surprised me by swallowing it with ease and licking my mouth and teeth clean. When he stood, he offered me his leaking cock. I smiled and licked it clean before sending him away.

Andy had slowed to watch me eat the stranger, then resumed hard pounding. He circled my clit and I came hard on him. My spasms set his seed free, and he filled me with it. I leaned against him and felt his cock shrink. As it fought its way out, rubbing my sensitive spots, I climaxed again. A moment later, he lay me across the three seats face up, bum leg over the edge. He put his nose on my clit and lapped my pussy as his revived cock hung over my mouth. He spread and licked my pussy as he used two fingers inside me to Marshall his cum back into his body. His thick cock, covered in his and my cum, leaned against my nose and I savored the heady aroma with each breath.

With his bishop on my tongue, I continued to inhale the aphrodisia on his cock. When I felt I had licked all there was, I twisted a finger into his willing ass and hummed. His response was immediate and loud, yet he slurped my pussy with a strong suction as he exploded fresh cum in my mouth. He pulled my labia apart and lapped my fresh cum before collapsing on me.

Bill saw our mutual orgasm and spurt his cum in tribute. Andy sat up, kissed me and bit my nipples before we dressed. The train slowed as it entered Montauk station. Bill, Andy, and I got off (the train) from the chilly car into the ninety degree summer, supposedly for the museum. Andy said he would take the day off to spend it in my pussy. We walked the platform in silence, me with my solo crutch, until the train prepared to return to Jamaica station. At the last second, I pointed out the waves pounding the scenic beach. When they turned to look, I hopped on board and watched the doors close in front of me. As the train pulled away, I waved at my lovers and mouthed "Thank you" to both.

Typically, on the return trip some hot young guy would get on and I would approach them for another exciting fuck. It was too early, so I just rode alone, fingering myself, legs far apart, with gentle strokes for simple pleasure instead of a roaring climax. I knew I wouldn't stop if anyone boarded my car. No one did.

When I got home, I released the hidden catch in my hinged and fake cast so I could wash and prep it for my next hot ride the next day.

P.S. Yes, I know LIRR, not AMTRAK goes to Montauk. :)

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