Handjob On The Commuter Train: An Erotic Sex Story
I always love taking the commuter train to work. It’s a great way to start the day and a perfect time to relax and just meditate on the upcoming day. But this morning was different. As I was about to board the train, I felt a pair of eyes on me. I turned around to see a beautiful woman, with long dark hair, looking at me with a tantalizing gaze.
We exchanged smiles, and as I took my seat, she moved closer to me. I could feel her presence, and the intensity of the connection between us seemed to be rising with each passing second. I started to feel a little bit aroused, and I could tell she noticed.
The train began to move, and we were soon sharing a silent conversation. I looked into her eyes and could almost feel a connection between us. She leaned in closer, and I could feel her breath on my neck as she spoke softly.
“I know what you want,” she said, her voice sensual and inviting.
I felt my heart racing, and my body was trembling with anticipation. I wanted to kiss her, but I also wanted to savor the moment.
“What do you want?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I want to give you a handjob,” she said, her voice full of desire.
I looked into her eyes, and I could feel the heat rising between us. I was both scared and excited by her proposition, but I couldn’t deny that I wanted it.
We moved to the back of the train, and she got to work. She unzipped my pants and started to stroke my cock. I was in awe of her touch, and I felt my arousal growing with every stroke. She was gentle yet firm, and I could feel my pleasure increasing with each passing minute.
She moved her hand around my shaft, and I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensation of her hand on my cock. Her hand moved faster, and I could feel my orgasm slowly creeping up on me. I let out a soft moan as I came, and she smiled as she felt my muscles tense up.
We stayed together for a few moments, just enjoying the afterglow of our experience. I felt a sense of closeness and intimacy that I hadn’t felt before, and I knew that this was a moment I would never forget.
We eventually said goodbye at my stop, and we exchanged a long, passionate kiss. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched her walk away, her hips swaying with each step. I knew that this experience would stay with me forever, and I was grateful for the risk I had taken to make it happen.
