I was so fucking horny, I just couldn't stand it. I'd been at work all day and was now on my way home from work on the train. The car was deserted as I'd had to work late that night, so I took advantage of my isolation.
I was wearing a short skirt and a thong. Easy access! I turned my mp3 player up as loud as it would go and closed my eyes as I started caressing my body through my thin clothing. The slow, steady sway of the train as it made its way down the track was extremely sensual. Soon, I had two fingers buried in my twat, frigging away madly to the rhythm of the music blasting in my head.
Oh. Yes!
I was so close to going over the edge. It felt so good. The movement of the car, the bass pounding in my head..............then I felt a rather commanding tap on my shoulder. I nearly jumped out of my skin. Of course I couldn't hear anyone else come onto the train, and even if I'd had my eyes open, my...visitor...came up from behind.
I slowly removed my hand from under my skirt and used my free hand to pull my head phones out of my ears.
"May I see your ticket please Miss?" a deep sexy voice said.
Great, just great. In five years riding this train, I've had exactly two ticket checks.....including this one. I was on the type of public transit that is loosely based on the honour system, but of course for that to be effective, they have a whole team of security guards that do random checks, just to make sure everyone did indeed buy a ticket.
I fumbled around in my purse, trying as fast as I could to find my proof of purchase, my right hand still glistening with my pussy juices. I wished a hole would just open up in the floor of the train and swallow me. My face was burning and I knew I must have turned ten shades of red in the time that the security guard had been standing there.
"Here you go Sir." I said, turning and looking at the man who had so rudely interrupted me for the first time.
Okay, that hole can come anytime now! Like NOW would be great! Standing over me was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen outside of a Cosmo magazine. He was about 6'2", 190 lbs, pure muscle. Dark wavy hair cut in a messy crop flying every which way. And the most beautiful green eyes I've ever seen in my life.
We made eye contact briefly and I looked away as fast as I could. But I felt him standing there, looking down at me with his beautiful, piercing eyes. Finally, after he'd been there for what seemed like forever....and definitely to long to check the date and time on my ticket, I turned around to look at him again.
It seems like he was just waiting for me to do it. Our eyes met again, and as they did, he brought the ticket up to his nose. There was a small dark patch where my pussy wet forefinger had touched the ticket. He breathed in deeply, enjoying the aroma of my essence, and then proceeded to walk away with my ticket. Since I rode the train to and from work five days a week, I always bought a monthly pass. Now, if it had been the end of the month, I would have let him walk away with it and paid a little more to get to work for the rest of the month, but it was only the fourth and I wanted my ticket back.
"Hey, where do you think you're going with that?" I called angrily as he sauntered away.
"Don't worry Miss, you won't be needing it again for sometime.' he called back, not even bothering to turn around.
Now what was I gonna do? And what did he mean by what he said as he was leaving? I was fuming, as much at myself as at this cocky security guard that had just ruined my whole evening. Why couldn't I just wait until I got home to relieve myself? Draw a nice bubble bath to get myself nice and horny. Then get out and put on my nice silky robe. Choose a porno from my vast collection. Something with a woman getting the shit fucked out of her by at least two guys and orgasm as I watched two dicks pump in and out of some slutty porn star that only makes one noise during sex.............
What the fuck is wrong with me. After what just happened, I'm still thinking this way.
"So, I spoke to my superiors, and although I firmly believe that you're getting off waaaaaay too easily, they decided I should let you off with a warning. If you ever get caught doing that again, there will be.....dire......consequences."
With each word, he was leaning closer and closer to me. He smelled so damn good. Like you know when a guy walks by you on the street and even if you don't see them, you smell their cologne. It's just the right scent for that guy, and it makes you want to turn around, grab him and drag him into an alley way.......
Wow, I need to get laid, and fast!
I came out of my little day dream, I realized my 'friend' was still there.
"Can I have my ticket back please?" I asked a little tartly
"Well I suppose, but first you have to do something for me."
I rolled my eyes, not even bothering to try and hide it from him.
"What!?"
"Raise your right hand."
"I beg your pardon? I asked in disbelief
