You spot him as soon as you enter the carriage. Tall, very tall. He's a good few inches taller than you, - maybe 6'4'' to your 5'10'' in your heels. - And he's young, well much younger than your 34 years anyway. He's handsome, so fucking handsome, in a surfer dude sort of way. Longish blond hair. Tanned, smooth skinned face with a permanent stubble on his firm jaw. And those eyes... Those gorgeous deep, deep blue penetrating eyes that seem to pierce to your very soul every time they make contact with yours. He's wearing his usual white t-shirt, stretched tightly over his muscular chest and arms. His lower body, as always encased in faded denim, has a firm, tight bottom topping off those long legs with their hard thighs separated by a very,very impressive bulge.
He's certainly not one of the soft-bodied office types that usually occupy the train at this time of day. No, he works for a living. His big strong hands are calloused as only a manual worker's would be, - rough, and yet, surprisingly well manicured you notice. He wears boots that are well-scuffed and covered in dust that probably comes from some building site. He is what he is. A dream for any married, mother of two, to fantasize about.
Gradually you are pushed towards him as the carriage fills, ever nearer to his hard young body. Eventually the pair of you are forced together by the pushing throng of people desperate to get home after their mundane workdays. You feel his heat. The warmth of his body seems to envelop your own tired limbs, making them feel young again. More alive, - excited even. You can feel your panties moistening as your pussy twitches at the contact between you. He smiles down at you and shrugs his shoulders as his crotch is pushed against yours. Your heart seems to miss a beat or two before pounding in your chest as he mouths an apology. He's not embarrassed. Not at all. More...aloof, - maybe even arrogant. He knows exactly what the contact is doing to you. Does he know how wet you are? Can he smell your arousal? You're certain you can...
The train lurches as it sets off, pushing your soft breasts even harder against him. You recognise his smell. Aramis, - the same as your husband wears you think, delightfully mixed with a working man's sweat. You feel his large hands go to your hips, steadying you as you recoil away from him as the train picks up speed. The touch of his fingers is electrifying as they grip your hips firmly. Wait... He's not pushing you away... He's pulling your lower body even tighter against him. You can feel his penis now. Hard. So, so, big. It seems to have a life of its own as it pulses against your mound, sending ripples of delight through your whole body. You try to pull away, you really do. He's not having it though. He pulls you towards him. Reaching round and gripping your soft buttocks so he can get a better grip as he grinds your sopping crotch against his rock-hard phallus. This can't be happening can it? You're a faithful, mother of two. Married to a wonderful man. The only man you have ever known sexually. Now a perfect stranger is forcing your body against his. Pushing his hard cock against you in an illicitly carnal way that can only have one result...
You look up into his eyes, silently pleading with him to set you free. Instead he bends his head and clamps his soft sensuous lips against yours. You only resist for a second before opening your own lips to welcome him, meeting his probing tongue with your own as they fence in erotic combat. He eventually pulls his mouth away from yours, smiling down at you with what can only be described as an arrogant smirk. You feel him release your hips, only for his hands to appear on your shoulders. You sense what he wants. No... You don't even do that for your husband... The stranger starts to push down on your shoulders, trying to force your head down to where he wants it to go. You resist at first, briefly trying to free yourself from his grip. It's no good. Resistance is futile. You know you want this. You know you will do as he insists. You can feel your arousal overcoming any sense of non-compliance you may have felt a few short seconds earlier. His hands firmly push your head down towards his crotch.You squat in front of him, your knees spreading wide apart and allowing a waft of your arousal to creep into your nose. Your resistance has totally dissipated now. Instead, you impatiently reach up and grip the top of his zipper before pulling it down with a loud rasp. Oh My God! - no underwear!
