Like a lot of people, I have a long dull trip to work, and sometimes I’ve looked at my fellow travellers and wondered what they did for a living and where they’d come from. Then one year, I ended up doing a lot of shift work, late in the evening and there weren’t many people to watch. Particularly on the homeward bound journey. Often there was only one other man. He was good-looking, but very shy as he never said a word to me, but sat with his nose in a book or magazine for the entire trip. I began to fantasize about him, who he was, what he was doing coming home so late every evening. When I realized that these fantasies were becoming sexual, I decided to do something about it. Now I’m not backward in coming forward, but even so, I managed to shock myself as I daydreamed and wove my cunning plan. Would it work?
So one evening I found myself standing on the metro platform, shivering with a combination of cold and anticipation. A chilly breeze managed to whistle round my bare knees, even under my long coat. I stamped my feet and looked at my watch. The tram should be here soon. This late at night the metro only ran every half hour. I grimaced and bit my lip with nerves. What if he wasn’t on this tram? I would have frozen my behind off for nothing. The rails began to sing and I sighed with relief as the tram pulled into the station. At least I could get out of the cold.
Stepping into the deserted carriage, my heart sank. He wasn’t there. Then I saw the familiar mop of dark hair, at the far end of the carriage. My heart thumped again, this time with excitement. He was sitting facing forward. That would make everything so much easier. The tram set off and I made my unsteady way towards him
The seat I chose was facing him, with its back to the driver’s cab and raised a step up. I carefully climbed the step, a little wobbly in my spike-heeled boots. I paused before I sat down to undo the buttons of my long coat. He barely glanced at me as I took my seat, his nose in his book.
I adjusted my clothing, hitching my short stretchy skirt up higher and allowing my coat to fall open. Now for part one of my action plan. I crossed my legs carelessly. As I did so, I caught his book with my toe and knocked it out of his hands.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.”
“That’s OK, no harm done.” He bent to pick the book up. He sat back in his seat, and his face flushed as he stared at me. He obviously couldn’t believe his eyes. I knew he recognized me. We regularly commuted to and from the city on the same bus and tram. But he had never seen me looking as I did tonight.
Normally I dressed for work in modest clothing, with a skirt that falls below my knees and a high-necked blouse. I always wore sensible shoes; after all, I was on my feet all evening. Now I sat across from him with my legs apart, my skirt hitched up, almost to my waist and my naked pussy clearly visible to his amazed eyes. He gulped and looked me in the face. I could feel that my cheeks were hot and flushed, partly with embarrassment, but mostly with excitement. I grinned at him, and he nervously grinned back.
From the look on his face, my next actions almost gave him a heart attack. I took one of my fingers and slid it lingeringly along my pussy lips. I was still wearing my black gloves and the leather-clad finger against my pale skin would have been a shocking contrast. He watched, mesmerized, as I slid my finger up and down my slit.
His cock must have been hard enough to make him uncomfortable as he shifted in his seat. I couldn’t help the little gasp that escaped my lips as I stared at his zipper. He glanced up at my face and saw that I was staring at his groin. Tentatively he ran his hand over the hard ridge in his trousers and I moaned with excitement. I opened my legs wider, my eyes riveted to his cock. Almost absentmindedly, I slid two fingers inside myself, then slowly withdrew them, the black leather shining with my juices. It was his turn to groan. He stroked himself harder, pressing firmly through the fabric. I wondered if he was going to come in his pants.
The jerking of the tram brought us back to a sense of time and place as it slowed and came to a halt at the next station. I teasingly removed my fingers from my cunt and slowly brought my legs together. The carriage doors whooshed open, but no-one got on. It seemed like an eternity before the bell rang and the tram moved off again. He looked regretfully up at my face. I could guess what he was thinking. Ours was the next stop, only a minute away. No time for more naughty games. Of course, he was quite wrong.
I stood up slowly, my short knitted skirt stayed where it was, rucked up above my buttocks looking more like a wide belt than an article of clothing. I stepped carefully down from my seat and came to stand in the aisle beside him. I am quite tall and, with my high-heeled boots, my naked pussy was almost at his head height. Teetering precariously as the tram swayed along its tracks, I held a grab rail in one hand and stuffed the other in my coat pocket. I held that side of my coat open, shielding the object of my desire from the driver.
His face at my pussy, he stared at my springy fair curls, now covered with beads of moisture. He must have been able to smell my arousal, and the thought was driving me crazy. He ducked his head and stuck out his tongue, pushing the rigid flesh through my hot damp folds to find the hard nub of my clit. I groaned and thrust my hips towards him; I was so close to coming. I almost screamed with frustration as the tram began to slow again as it neared our stop. He pulled back and my cunt felt achingly bereft.
He gently pulled my coat around me and began to do up the buttons. “Our stop, Miss.”
I groaned and if I hadn’t have been so precariously balanced I would have stamped my feet. I pouted, “My name’s Bekka.” Both my name and my blonde hair are inherited from my Scandinavian grandmother.
“I’m Sam. Here, let me help you.” The tram pulled up and almost jerked me off my feet. Sam slid his arm round me. “Number thirty-two bus, as usual?”
I nodded and cuddled into the comfort of his arm. My legs were unsteady and I appreciated his support. Fortunately, the bus stop was just across the road from the tram, so we didn’t have far to walk.
The night bus was already waiting at the stop, the only other passengers, a couple of teenage boys and an elderly man, already on board.
“Want to sit upstairs?” Sam asked diffidently when he’d paid the driver. I nodded, a small smile beginning to appear. Perhaps the night wasn’t over yet.
“Ladies first.” Sam stood back to allow me to climb the narrow stairs. Once I was high above him, on the curve of the staircase, Sam grabbed the back of my coat, jerking me to a halt. I held my breath, heart pounding with excitement as he slowly rose up the stairs behind me, sliding his hands under my coat and up my shiny leather boots, over the soft smooth flesh of my thighs until he reached my bottom. He squeezed my buttocks and briefly ran a finger between them, stroking along the crease, and pressing gently on my tight little hole, before he released me.
I quivered and bit my lip, stifling the moan that rose to my lips. On stiff legs, I made my way halfway down the aisle. There was no one else upstairs, so we had our choice of seats.
Sam let me sit down near the window, then slid in next to me. Turning my face to his in one firm hand, he kissed me, his warm tongue thrusting into my mouth. I sighed into his mouth as his fingers nimbly began to unbutton my coat. My coat fell open and he slid his fingers between my pussy lips and stroked my clit. Instant heat flashed through me, pooling in my groin. I moaned and sucked his tongue. Sam thrust his fingers into my sopping wet cunt and I went wild, screaming softly into his mouth as I came in convulsive waves around his hand. It was sheer ecstasy.
My head fell to his shoulder as I gradually came back down to earth. I felt Sam kiss the top of my hair before he gently removed his fingers from inside me. I caught his slippery hand and brought it to my mouth.
“Here, let me.” Slowly I sucked each warm, wet finger into my mouth and licked it clean. I took my time about it, savouring the combination of relaxation in my pussy and the tenseness of Sam’s body. “There, all done.” I replaced his hand on his thigh and snuggled down so my head was in his lap. I could feel the hard ridge in his trousers and I teased him by rubbing my cheek along it.
Sam slid his hands into my hair, unable to resist holding my mouth to his cock. He must have been able to feel my hot breath through the fabric. I wondered if his cock ached as much as my pussy had a few minutes ago. I gripped the hard ridge gently with my mouth and growled softly as I ran my teeth up and down him, nibbling him through the thin material. I felt his hand move towards me, as if in protest as I slowly unzipped his fly, but then I reached inside and touched him, my fingers cool against his heated flesh and any objections instantly disappeared.
I eased his cock out into the cool air and stroked it briefly, my fingertips softly smoothing the moisture that oozed from the tip all over the head. It was a lovely warm, silky piece of flesh, not too big, not too small. I grinned at the thought, feeling like Goldilocks. Sam’s cock was just right. I opened my mouth and took him inside. My nose nuzzled his pubic hair. He smelled delicious, a combination of musk and soap and tasted even better. I do so like the taste of pre-come, sweet and salty all at once. Resisting the impulse to bite this delicious lollipop, I pulled slowly away, took a deep breath, and sank my face back down on him.
It was his turn to lose all control. Sam groaned and thrust his hips, and from the shocked sounds he was making, I realized that he had never had all his cock buried inside a woman’s mouth. Grabbing my hair, he eased me up and down on his cock. God, it felt so good, sexy and slightly scary, as his cock plunged further and further inside my hot mouth, then finally down inside my tight throat. I swallowed convulsively and the movement triggered his orgasm. Uncaring and unaware of any spectators, Sam shouted and came, his semen flooding my throat.
I came up for air, gasping and flushed, a huge grin of triumph on my face. It quickly disappeared when I caught sight of a road sign, flashing past the window. “Our stop,” I wailed and pressed the bell, “We’ve missed our stop.” Sam stared at me blankly as I pulled my coat together. “Get up, Sam. If we get off here, it won’t be too far to walk back.”
My handsome conquest shook his head as he came rapidly back to reality. Hastily adjusting his clothes, he stood and staggered down the aisle to the stairs. As we got off the bus, I thought I saw the driver wink at him, before he drove away.
Arm in arm, we walked slowly back up the long road towards our stop. Sam was very quiet, I only hoped he wasn’t regretting what had just happened.
“Penny for your thoughts.”
Sam opened his mouth and looked amazed by what came out. “I want to fuck you. Here, now.”
I giggled, pleased and surprised by his frank honesty, “OK, but not exactly here,” and I gestured at the wet pavement. “Come on.” I grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the light of the street lamps into the shelter of an unlit shop doorway. I think Sam was beginning to have second thoughts until he felt me catch hold of his hands and place them on my breasts. His breathing quickened as he felt the hard nubs of my nipples, through my sweater. I knew then that I had his undivided attention. I could feel his cock stiffening again as he pushed my knees apart and stood between my legs, our crotches glued together.
He cupped my warm breasts and slid his hands under my jumper.
“It fastens at the front,” I murmured in his ear.
I wonder if he realized then, just how much thought I had put into seducing him. I was hardly wearing any clothes, and those that I did have on allowed easy access to my body. Undoing my bra, he pushed my jumper up, and bent his head to my breasts. I moaned as he sucked and nibbled at my nipples, his teeth grazing over the ridged skin. I rubbed my pussy against his hard cock, the fabric of his trousers delightfully rough against my sensitive skin. Slipping a hand between us, I slid his zipper down and released his cock from its bondage. My pussy met it eagerly and he slid easily inside, I was so wet.
Grunting, he thrust into me and I gasped at the power of his strokes. “Beautiful slut,” he murmured in my ear and I took it as the compliment that he intended. He thrust harder and faster, taking me higher and higher with each stroke. It was an exquisite journey, which ended far too soon. “I’m coming,” he moaned softly in my ear and gave a final couple of thrusts, holding me so tightly that I could hardly breathe.
He withdrew from me. Trembling with a combination of arousal and disappointment, I would have turned away from him and fastened my coat but he stopped me, holding my hands tightly. “Stand still.” He slid his hands to my waist and slowly knelt down on the cold stone. Grasping me to him, his hands round the back of my thighs, he buried his face in my pussy. His tongue licked and lapped at me, cleaning away our mingled juices and replacing them with his saliva. My knees shook and moments later as he flicked his tongue over my hard clit I came in waves, my hands threaded into his dark hair, forcing his face into my cunt as hard as I could.
I was shaky on my legs after that, and had to lean against the shop door as Sam tenderly smoothed my skirt back down to cover my buttocks. He rose and gently adjusted my clothing, refastening my bra and pulling my sweater back down. “There,” he kissed my closed eyelids, “All nice and tidy.”
Wearily, I opened my eyes and smiled back at him. “Thanks.” I yawned and he looked worried.
“Come on, not far now. I only live just around the corner. You could stay if you like?”
I liked. Leaning heavily on his arm, I made the last hundred yards in a satiated daze. He lived in a narrow terraced house, but apart from noticing that it was in the middle of the row of houses, I was too tired to take in any more details. He led me upstairs to the bedroom. I remember lying back on the bed as he helped me get my boots off and then no more.
“Miss, Miss. Excuse me, Miss, wake up.”
I felt someone shake me and blearily I opened my eyes, confused by my surroundings. I was sitting on the tram, my head leaning against the window. I swallowed to ease my dry mouth and gingerly moved my stiff neck.
I looked at the man hovering nervously beside me. It was Sam. I frowned at him and he flushed. “Sorry to wake you, Miss, but I think that this is your stop.”
I nodded stiffly and he removed his hand from my shoulder, the overhead lights glinting on his wedding ring.
“Thank you.” As if in a dream, I stepped out of the carriage and onto the wet platform, the cold rain and rising wind blowing away any last vestiges of sleep. Wide awake, I watched as Sam walked away from me towards the car park. Unusually, there was a car waiting for him. Green with envy, I saw him bend to kiss the driver on the cheek. I assume the woman was his wife.
Sighing, I buttoned my coat up tight against the weather and headed in the opposite direction towards the bus station. As I sat on the bus, I tried to remember my dream, but it only came back in vague wisps of memory. All I had to remind me was a feeling of sleepy satisfaction. I blushed as I realized I had come in my sleep. Had I cried out, or made other embarrassing noises? I bit my lip and huddled down into my seat. Tomorrow, I vowed, I would take care to avoid the brown-haired man, that my dream had named Sam.