Joining the Mile Post Club

I close my eyes as I hear the conductor blow his whistle in the distance. We are finally on our way home.

The week we spent in Berlin was amazing: nice dinners, a few parties, a lot of sightseeing, and we even spent an entire day in the zoo. The last two hours we spent checking out of our hotel and making the trip to the central station, then we had to find our platform and wait a few minutes on our train.

The sleek-looking train with the recognizable red stripe soon rolled into the station. If I heard the lady at the ticket counter correctly a week earlier, this was one of the newer ICE 4 trains. I was surprised to see that most of the train rolled past us before stopping and was even more surprised to see that there was a second train coupled with the first.

We boarded at the very back of the first train to discover that our seats were just behind the driver's cabin. The compartment was lovely, with eight comfortable-looking blue seats, set out as four, around two tables that were each fixed with one sturdy central leg and then to the train car wall. There was a glass door separating us from the rest of the car.

We quickly stored our suitcases in the overhead storage and I took off my sweater and settled down. He was sitting in the window seat, and I sat in the aisle seat.

As the train slowly and quietly started to roll out of the station, I was glad to see no one else had joined us and we had the whole carriage to ourselves.

My eyes soon closed as I drifted off to sleep, and I felt his hand on my thigh, squeezing it lightly. I move my hand onto his, keeping my eyes closed and squeeze his hand back.

"I love you." I hear him whisper next to me and I reply in an equally quiet whisper, "I love you too."

After only about 10 minutes, I felt the train slow down and then come to a stop. I hear the door behind me slide apart, and I open my eyes. I look through the door into the rest of the car and can see a few people entering, even someone with a bike.

Thankfully our small compartment stayed private.

We soon get rolling again and leave Berlin behind us. About 5 minutes after departure from what the display tells me was Berlin Spandau, the conductor comes and checks our tickets, he wishes us a nice journey and leaves back into the car. Soon, I can feel my partner's hand back on my thigh; this time, though, he starts to slowly move it further up my leg.

I look at him and he is pretending to look out the window. I clear my throat and when he turns around, he has a cheesy smile on his face, "Yes?" He asks, knowing full well what he's doing, "What are you doing?" I ask him. He leans over, "We are alone in this part of the train. The next stop is over 50 minutes away and the conductor has already checked our tickets. If not now, when would we ever get a more perfect opportunity to join the Mile Post Club?"

While he was talking, his hand started rubbing against my crotch. I let out a small gasp and thought about what he said.

"What do you have in mind?" I ask him.

"How about you take this and go to the other end of the car and get it installed while you're in the lavatory? Text me once you've got it linked up and everything."

He hands me a small black bag; I feel for what's inside and immediately recognize one of the new remote toys we bought. I audibly swallow, then nod yes to him and get up.

The glass door to our compartment opens automatically and I start walking through the car. I pass by the bike rack and then through another glass door into the open compartment. I make my way quickly through it, all the way fidgeting with the little bag in my hands. I hurry through the last automatic glass door and quickly duck into the free lavatory on the left.

With slightly shaky hands I get the toy out of the bag and press the control button till it vibrates briefly in my hand. I pull out my phone with the other hand and connect it to the toy. I get the toy situated, pull up my pants, and then send a quick text to him and let him know that I'm done.

Shortly after this, his request to take control of the toy pings on my phone and I immediately press accept. I can feel the toy starting to vibrate as he plays around with it to make sure it works. Just when the vibrations stop again, I get a text, "Come back, but don't rush, take it slow. Now."

I text a "Yes, Master" back before opening the door of the lavatory. I step out and gently close the door behind me. I turn right and wait until the automatic door in front of me opens. Just as it opens, the toy starts again, slow at first, but he is quickly increasing the frequency. I bite my lower lip and slowly walk into the open space seating area; I look to my right and see the numbers on the side of the seats say 23/24. I'm sure my face has taken on a nice red hue by now and I'm just glad that the toy is very quiet.

I take another several steps, as the vibration slows down again, and I'm about to breathe a sigh of relief when it returns to full force. I have to stifle a moan and grab the headrest of the closest seat to my left to steady myself. I half bend over, and my face is level with the 35/36 printed on the headrest.

Thank goodness there is no person in that seat but I can feel the gazes of the other passengers in the compartment on me now. Thankfully, the vibrations ease up again and I continue forward. I make it a couple of rows further along with the vibrations seemingly following a sine wave pattern where they increase slightly and then ease up again, keeping me on edge.

Just when I reach the suitcase storage area, the toy ramps up again and I grab one of the tubes from the luggage rack on my left. I let out a small scream and quickly put my hand over my mouth. This time it keeps vibrating at the highest strength for what feels like a good minute. Though I'm sure it was only a few seconds, my knees had gone weak, and I needed another couple more seconds to regain my composure. Now, slightly wobbly on my legs, I continued my way. I could feel the heat in my face and I'm sure I'm looking like a tomato on legs right now.

I go as quickly as my legs allow and finally make it through the door into the bike rack area. I steady myself and take two deep breaths to calm down a bit. Thankfully, the vibrations have eased off for now and I can see the door to our compartment now. I slowly walk through the next door and have to briefly pause to wait for the compartment door to open.

While waiting for the door to open I have a thousand thoughts going through my head; is he going to fuck me, here on a train where anyone could see, or was he just teasing? Maybe he just wants to mess with me and doesn't actually do anything. I really hope he does something, though; the toy and the walk just there already made me horny enough that I'd readily beg him to do anything.

I quickly snap back to reality when I hear the door in front of me slide open. When I enter, he is still sitting in his window seat. His pants are open and slightly pulled down. One hand idly stroked his cock, and the other rested on the table, holding his phone. It's set to split screen mode, the lower half displaying the remote-control app and the upper half showing a picture of myself in a very compromising position that he took in our hotel room. He looks up at me and grins, "So, you finally made it. Took you long enough. What's your excuse?" I look at him with my eyes slightly widening; he knows what he did; he's the reason it took so long, I think. But I also know that I won't tell him that, this is all part of our play, of our personal kind of foreplay.

"I'm sorry Master, I had trouble walking. It won't happen again." I say instead. It's actually close enough to the truth to not be lying.

"Well since your legs apparently aren't working correctly at the moment, I guess it's better for you to serve me on your knees."

He flips up the armrest and scoots over to the aisle seat and swings his legs out from under the table, and sits sideways on the seat, his pants still open, his erect cock now fully in view from the door. "Now be a good slave, kneel and start giving me a hand job." My eyes are now probably as big as saucers. Here? In full view from the door? "What if someone sees us?", I ask with slight concern. "Maybe they want to join, help me to fuck you." He says with a straight face. I audibly gulp and nod, slowly get on my knees. "Okay... Master".

I grab hold of him and open his pants a little more. I slowly start stroking him, using my thumb to draw circles around his urethra while my other hand's thumb and index finger slowly stroke his shaft. I can feel him grow even harder and there is a slow but steady stream of pre cum leaking out of his cock. I use it to lube up the tip and start to stroke him in earnest now.

Just when I settled into a steady rhythm, I heard something that I think is one of the automatic doors. "Master, I think someone is coming." I look up at him and he nods but doesn't say anything. I can feel my head go red again as I half whisper,

"Do you want me to continue Master?" "Yes of course. Did I say you shouldn't?" he answers while he slowly leans forward to see past the seat. My stroking slows down a little as we both look through the door. Not even a few seconds later, we see someone appear from behind the corner approaching the door; if they were looking up, they could definitely see us, but it appears that they are more focused on something else. They come very close to the door separating the bike rack from the landing, and then open what I assume is a bin next to the door and throw something in. I'm about to let out a sigh of relief when they look up and straight at us. Both mine and the stranger's eyes go wide as they finally see me kneeling between my partner's legs and his hard cock in hand, and I can feel him flex it. Their head is probably now as red as mine, and they quickly turn around and quickly walk back to where they came from.

I can hear him chuckle, "See everything is fine. Now continue." I didn't even recognize that at some point I stopped stroking him. "What if they report us?" "They won't, and even if they do, it's their word against ours." I start stroking again and soon he and I grow even hornier. The close call actually increased our enjoyment, the toy still on low buzz also wasn't helping, and soon, I found myself intensely staring at the cock in my hand.

I can feel my mouth water slightly as my mind starts to wander again to all the possibilities of what could come next. I don't have too long to dwell on those thoughts as I can soon feel him tense multiple times in my grip, and I feel him grab my head.

"I want to feel your mouth. Now." He growls, as he pulls my head down and I eagerly open my mouth. I close my lips around his shaft and start to slowly move my tongue around his shaft. As soon as I got my tongue working, he pulled my head back until only the tip of his dick was in my mouth. I try desperately to pull him further back into my mouth, as I lick his glans. My efforts are rewarded by him pushing my head back down again, this time a little deeper than before, nearly making me gag.

I can feel him grow even harder as he pulls my head back up and I use one of my hands to steady myself against his leg. My other hand moves up and snakes into his pants to grab his balls, and as I slightly squeeze them, I can feel them tighten. He pulls me back off one last time, holding my head in front of him, and his other hand quickly grabs his cock to aim it at my face.

"Look me in the eyes, slut" I let out a moan as he cums on my face, splattering a few streaks of cum over both my cheeks and up my nose. I try to lick some of it off my face but only catch a little that is below my nose. "You look so hot when you are hungry for cum, my little slut.", my Master says.

"How about you go and get yourself cleaned up." I look up after having been distracted with trying to lick up his cum. "Like here? Or the lavatory again?" I ask with concern. "The lavatory of course. I want you to walk down the entire car."

My head, for the third time this day, goes red again as I say, "Yes, Master" As I get up off my knees, I see my hoodie bunched up on the seat, "Can I at least put the hoodie on, Master?" He looks back at the hoodie, his pants still open and seems to think about it. "Yes, but you have to keep your head high. After all, I hope you are proud of the gift you just received. I want my fucktoy to look proud." I nod again and say, "Okay, could I please have the hoodie then. Master", he hands it to me; I pull it on and zip it up and as I'm about to head out of the door, he gives me a good smack on the ass. I smile to myself as I pull up the hood and leave the compartment to head to the lavatory again.

As I try to casually make my way through the open compartment, I can feel the toys very low rumble slowly ramp up again. Having had a little bit of time to calm down after the facial my arousal increases again both from the toy and from the thought of people catching me with my face full of cum.

Thankfully, most people on the train are reading or working, and half the seats are facing, so they would only see my back, but as I make my way toward the end of the car, I see at least three people directly looking at me. I can't tell if the first person noticed, but the second one definitely saw the pearly streaks on my cheeks, as did the third one, and they even gave me a knowing look. I quickly move on and by the time I reach the lavatory, the toy has reached a point where I get just enough pleasure from it to keep me on edge.

I close the door behind me and look in the mirror, as I expected earlier there are three streaks of pearly white cum across my face slowly sliding down. While the toy keeps me still on edge, I start to whip off my face making sure to get it all and to also dry it off as well. Once I'm done, I head back again; thankfully, the toy stays in the same setting.

As I pass the middle I take a glance at the people in their seats. Like a few minutes ago most people are reading, sleeping or working on their laptops. I notice the person who spotted us earlier, and as they see me, they quickly avert their eyes as I pass them, and I can see a faint red tint on their cheeks. I smirk at their reaction as I return to our compartment.

As I enter I can see him putting away the backpack we also brought with us and has a few things spread out on the table. There is a condom, a bottle of lube, a few whips and the new ball gag we bought.

He looks at me. "Why are you smirking like that?", he asks. "I saw the person that saw us earlier. They are a few seats away from here. And they recognized me.", I answer. He smirks as well, "Interesting, are you still worried about them?", "Not really considering how embarrassed they looked.", I giggle. "Good, because I now want us to join the Mile Post Club for real. So, strip."

My earlier smirk vanishes as I slowly nod, "Yes Master." I slowly start taking off my clothes; when I get to my pants, I look up at my Master and ask, "Want me to keep the toy or not?" "Give it to me" I remove the toy and give it to him; I continue to take off my clothes. Soon, I am standing in the middle of our compartment, completely naked except for my socks. He motions me over to him and orders me to open my mouth. I comply, and he puts the gag into my mouth, securing the buckle behind my head.

"Bend over the table" is the next order I receive. He probably noticed my slightly apprehensive look because as he adds, "I wiped it down." I bend over the table and can feel him push me a bit further up on it until my thighs hit the edge.

I let out a small moan around the gag as I felt him spread my cheeks, having been on edge for most of the ride, making this an even more erotic experience. A small gasp escapes me as I feel the cold of a glob of lube being applied to my sphincter. I take a deep breath in anticipation, and just as I'm exhaling it through my nose, he pushes into me, driving the breath out of me. I suck in another deep breath as he pulls out before thrusting back into me. After a few thrusts, I feel his hands on my hips, and I let out a throaty moan as he bottoms out inside of me and I can feel his nuts slap against my cheeks. He now starts fucking me in earnest, pumping in and out of my ass as I moan needily into the gag. My hands grab the edge of the table, happy that it can withstand his pounding.

As he's still plowing into me, I notice him slow down and then I feel one of his hands leave my hips. I try to look behind myself and see him wave and gesture at something beyond the glass door. "Hmm, my, mmh", is all I can get out through the gag, but he probably understood what I meant as he quickly put his hand back and picked up his speed again. "Don't worry, everything is fine." My breathing quickens as I get closer and closer to the edge, I let out another moan around the gag. I can feel his cock start to throb and grow even bigger, spreading me even further as he also gets closer.

Suddenly I hear the door open and turn my head to see who is at the door. Before I can look, he grabs my head and turns it back to the front, "Surprise for later", he says. The idea of somebody watching elevates my arousal even more, as I start to cum, my sphincter contracting around him as he also cums.

I feel him blow his load into the condom as my ass is trying to milk him dry. As I calm down, he pulls out of me, and I keep lying on the table to catch my breath and hear the door open again. As I'm about to rest my head on the table, I realize that there is a small puddle of drool under me. So, I let myself slowly and carefully slide down and off the table and end up sitting on the floor. As I look up, I can finally see who was responsible for the door opening earlier.

It's the passenger from earlier.

They are kneeling on the floor of the train hallway, one hand in their open pants furiously masturbating as they are licking my Master's semi-hard cock clean. I watch them while I'm catching my breath, slowly collecting my clothes and start putting them on again.

I can see them shudder and i hear a few moans, which are muffled by the door, as they cum in their pants. They soon let go of my Master's cock and start puling their pants up.

I'm mostly dressed as my Master reenters the compartment, "They were watching again and looked really needy, so I offered that they could have a front-row seat. After we were done, I asked if they wanted a taste, and they eagerly agreed." I nod and get up off the floor.

"So, what now?" I ask. "They are going to clean themselves up and I invited them to come over and sit with us." I give him another nod and we both sit down again. A couple minutes later we are joined by them in the compartment with their backpack. They sit down and we start talking. The rest of our train ride goes by in no time. In the end, an amazing trip got even better, and we even made a new friend.

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Second story and oh my did the first one take off. I'm still baffled by how well it did. I already have an idea for the next story so if you are interested in reading more from me you can check my profile for any updates.

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