Finally it was over, it was Sandra's last day at her current job. All she wanted to do was go home and relax for a few days before she started her new job. She was so happy she wouldn't have a long commute anymore. This would be her last ride on BART for a long time. 'I'm not going to miss this' she thought, as she got on the Richmond bound train, already getting crowded, and stuffy with the heat from all those sweaty bodies. As she sat down her mind drifted back to that morning. She knew it would be her last ride, and her last time seeing him. He, being the sexiest, most gorgeous man she had ever seen. He looked Middle Eastern to her. He had perfect caramel, brown skin that she wanted to lick. His eyes were dark and sexy, and his hair fell in short, dark curls, just a little bit long around his ears.
Most mornings she fantasized about him, but nothing too outrageous. That morning, however, she was really feeling it. She let her mind go crazy with thoughts of this man. It had been too long for her. Too long since she had felt strong, masculine hands on her breasts, squeezing them, pinching her nipples. Too long since she had felt hot breath on her inner thigh and a warm, wet tongue on her clit. Something about this guy just drove her wild. She had never wanted it from anybody so badly. She had never wanted to taste someone as much as she wanted to taste this man. His skin, his cock, his cum, she wanted to taste it all. She imagined being fucked by him and that morning she discreetly brought herself off on the train.
Thinking about that now was getting her hot and horny all over again. Just a few more stops, she thought. Then she would almost be home. She was so horny she was contemplating masturbating in her car. She was so into her little world she didn't pay much attention when someone sat next to her. Then her nose picked up a wonderful masculine scent. She turned and to her shock it was him, sitting right next to her! She never saw him on the train at night. She looked straight ahead, taking a deep breath. Sandra was no dummy, an opportunity like this doesn't just fall into your lap everyday. 'good thing I dressed nice today' she thought. Her top was low cut showing off her ample cleavage and she thanked her lucky stars that she had worn panties worthy of being seen by another human. 'It's now or never' she thought as she turned to him, putting her hand on his thigh.
"Hi" she said, looking right into his beautiful, brown eyes. Startled slightly by her touch he just looked at her for a moment.
"Um, hi" he looked down to her hand resting on his thigh. She continued to look at his face. Following his eyes, she moved her hand back and forth a little.
"You're really sexy"
" Uh, thank you" he said, still not looking up at her. She moved her hand closer to his crotch, not believing what she was doing.
"I see you every morning and I wonder what it would be like to kiss those juicy lips" she moved her other hand to his face, caressing the line of his jaw down to his chin and lifting his face until their eyes met. His breathing was getting heavy, she could see his chest rising and falling hard with each breath. She had never done anything remotely close to this before. She leaned into him until their lips almost touched.
"I've wondered what it would be like to feel you fucking me." She didn't need to close the gap between them, as soon as it left her lips he was on her. His mouth was hot and hungry, he tasted spicy.
His tongue found it's way into her mouth, gently probing, then thrusting hard, fighting with her own tongue. Now she was openly fondling him, her hand rubbing the growing bulge in his pants. His hands wandered to her chest, cupping her breast, gently squeezing the fleshy mounds. Her mind was racing, trying to process the pleasure she was experiencing, every time he touched her it felt electric. He was hot beneath her hands, as she ran them over his chest and up to his face holding him, she liked the contrast of her pale hands on his brown skin. She looked at him searching his face, they were both breathing hard. Suddenly she remember where they were, on the train, what stop were they at? Questions flew through her mind, was her place clean, what if she went back to his place? She looked out the window, they were approaching El Cerrito Del Norte. That was her stop, they had passed El Cerrito Plaza, where he normally boarded the train.
