Laughing as they raced along the platform, Sharon and David leapt on to the train as the conductor's whistle blew. "Made it!" Sharon gasped as the carriage doors closed and locked behind her, her face flushed from the effort of their mad dash through the station.
"Yeah! But only just!" David replied, his face as red as his girlfriend's.
"Oops!" Sharon exclaimed, falling against her boyfriend as the train lurched into motion. She kissed him lightly then smiled. "C'mon," she said, "let's get a seat."
Making their way down the aisle, swaying against the rocking motion of the deserted carriage, the young couple sat down at the first table seat, David taking the inside seat, Sharon snuggling up against him as she took the seat beside him. "Put your coat over me, Dave, I'm a bit chilly," Sharon complained.
David did as he was asked as the conductor's voice crackled over the public address system. "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome aboard the 23:30 ScotRail Express service to Edinburgh Waverley. This train calls at Falkirk High, Polmont, Linlithgow, Haymarket and Edinburgh Waverley. Due to arrive in Edinburgh Waverley at 00:40."
Sharon pressed herself against David, feeling the firmness of his body against hers. She smiled wickedly to herself. "What do you think you're doing?" David enquired as he felt his girlfriend's hand brush lightly over the front of his jeans, her actions concealed by his coat.
"Oh, nothing much," Sharon replied coyly. "Do you object?"
"Um, no. I guess not." David replied as Sharon increased the pressure of her hand against his growing bulge.
"Good," Sharon said, "Just because it's late doesn't mean I won't want a good seeing too when we get home."
They were briefly interrupted by the conductor as he came round to check the tickets. David looked slightly flustered as he rummaged for them in his pocket. Sharon flashed the conductor her most sweetly innocent smile. As the conductor made his way down the almost deserted carriage, David felt Sharon's hand tug at the zip of his jeans. He stifled a moan as her questing fingers reached inside and quickly found their target. "That's not fair," He gasped as her fingers lightly stroked his cock.
"What isn't?" Sharon purred.
"You're going to get me all worked up if you do that."
"I'd say you're worked up already," Sharon replied, relishing the feeling of her boyfriend's hard cock in her hand. "Don't worry," she continued, "You'll get your reward when we get home."
Feigning sleep, David surrendered himself to the sensations as his girlfriend's fingers slipped up and down his shaft, moaning occasionally in response to her knowing touch. "I'm looking forward to having this inside me," Sharon whispered, giving his prick a gentle squeeze. "I'm getting wet just thinking about it."
David moaned quietly, his girlfriend's words adding to his arousal. "You know what I'm going to do when we get home?" Sharon asked, her voice barely audible, her hand stroking up and down. David shook his head. "I'm going to suck your cock," Sharon continued, "I'm going to suck your cock until it's good and hard and then, after you've eaten my pussy until I've come a few times, I'm going to get you to fuck me hard. Do you like the sound of that?" she enquired.
"Uh ... uh huh!" David gasped, struggling for control as Sharon's fingers increased their pressure on his shaft.
"You getting close, babe?" Sharon enquired coyly. Unable to speak, David merely nodded. "Let me know when it gets too much," Sharon purred, "I wouldn't want any of that lovely thick cum of yours to go to waste."
David felt the pressure grow as his girlfriend's fingers worked their way up and down his shaft, teasing the head with her thumb as she continued to tell him what she wanted to do when they got home. Absently, David wondered if the elderly couple at the other end of the carriage had any idea as to what was occurring just a few feet away from them. The thought that he and Sharon could be disturbed at any moment turned him on even more.
"You're getting close, aren't you babe?" Sharon purred, feeling her boyfriend's thick cock twitching in her hand, his breath catching in his chest. Again, all David could do was nod. "Do you want me to stop?" Sharon asked softly. David shook his head. "Do you want to cum in my mouth?" Sharon teased.
"Shit, Sharon, I ... I'm going to explode," David groaned, his voice showing the strain.
Sharon smiled. "OK," she said, "I hope no-one comes." She slid to the floor, kneeling under the table. "Except you," she added wickedly. Covering herself with David's coat, she freed his straining cock and wrapped her lips around it's tip.