Train Ride...

Train Ride

It was just like any other day going to my exercise class. I had been riding the train for a while now and it was a nice option since there was a station not far from my house and only a couple block from the studio I exercise at. Instead of having to deal with driving in traffic I could take the train and read during the roughly 40 minute ride. Plus it was probably cheaper than the gas I would use and all I had to do was swipe my card.

In the middle of a workday, the train was usually pretty empty, so I was accustomed to that. On this sunny day, I wore my favorite purple leggings, a white crop top, and a purple sports bra. I only had my book, my train pass card, and my keys with me. In the empty car I sat down, set my keys on the seat to my right, and kept my train pass in my book.

At about the second stop since I got on while I was reading, out of my peripheral I noticed a man enter the car I'm in. I didn't pay much attention as I was enjoying my book. He sat a few seats down from me on my left side. After sitting down he said hello and asked how my day was going. I glanced over and away from my book momentarily and answered him.

He seemed normal, just talking about the weather current events, nothing that struck me as odd.

At this point he had moved over next to me since we were talking, so that did not raise any alarm with me. I was partly conversing/listening to him while still trying to read more of my book.

From the corner of my eye, I notice he is moving. Still, he is talking as he has been, not skipping a beat. I'm only now seeing him stroking his erect cock while he talks. I feel a chill run down my spine as I realize what he's up to. I look away, trying to pretend it's not happening. But I can feel his gaze on me as I continue the conversation. I can feel my cheeks flush as I realize he knows I'm aware of what he's doing. I try to remain calm and continue the conversation, but I can feel him watching me. I take a deep breath and force myself to maintain eye contact. I considered moving to another seat or even switching train cars, but I was worried about drawing attention to myself. Calling for help or alerting other passengers crossed my mind, but I was unsure of how they would react. Ultimately, I decided to focus on creating a mental plan for getting off at the next stop and finding a safe space.

While stroking his cock, he continues talking. Looking over, I make eye contact with him every now and then, pretending I've not noticed, hoping he'll go away or someone will interrupt him. My heart raced and my palms grew sweaty as anxiety and fear gripped me. I felt vulnerable and trapped, unsure of how to safely extricate myself from the situation. Despite my outward composure, internally, I was desperate for the ride to end and the ordeal to be over.

Suddenly, I feel his hand grasping mine gently and guiding it toward his lap. I try to stay calm, hoping all he wants is a tug and he will be on his way. He hasn't skipped a beat and I just stayed with him, not wanting to draw attention to or acknowledge what was going on. As I wrapped my fingers and hand around his shaft, I felt how soft and hard it was at the same time. It reminded me that my husband and I haven't played in a while. My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Part of me was repulsed and angry at the violation of my personal space, while another part was bewildered by the unexpected intimacy of the moment. I felt guilty for even considering the comparison to my husband, yet I couldn't help but question why I hadn't spoken up or acted more decisively.

Moving my hand up and down, I feel the shaft of the stranger firmly in my grasp. He may be happy with this, and that is all I hope for him. Trying to end this, I stroked him faster and wanted him to cum. The quicker his breathing becomes, the closer he is to cumming. As I watch and feel his body tighten, I start to relax, knowing this is all about to end.

Next thing I know I feel my head being forced down quickly. By the time I reacted it's too late, the momentum and his strength succeed. Pulling my head back up is no use as I suddenly feel his strange cock halfway in my mouth, coupled with grunting, and his warm and salty cum shooting into the back of my throat. I swear he must have been saving that load for a week with how much he came. I cough and gag, trying to pull away from him, but he holds me in place with his hand on the back of my head. He takes his time, making sure I get every last drop of his cum before he finally lets me go.

I wince in disbelief at what has happened. As soon as his last spurt subsides, his hand comes off the back of my head. Immediately, I lifted my head from his lap. The cum he flooded my mouth with comes spilling out over my lips and down my chin. To avoid spilling any on my clothes, I try catching some of it with my hands.

With a strange man's cum covering my face, hands, and clothes, I panic again, knowing I need to get to my class soon and can't walk out in public like this. There is no sign of the man where he was sitting when I glance back over. I'm torn between the urgency of cleaning up and the unexpected thrill of being desired by a stranger. Despite the chaos of the moment, a small part of me can't help but feel a rush of excitement at the thought of being chosen for such an intimate encounter.

With only my book, keys, and train pass in hand, I only have two choices: either run to the nearest public restroom with a strange man's cum all over my hands, clothes, and face, or do what I did...

Slowly, I licked some of the cum from my finger and swallowed a small amount. Since he had already filled my mouth with it, I had already tasted it. Even though I let it all spill out, it still coated my tongue and throat. At first, I cringed, but knowing my final stop would follow, I had no time to dwell on it. I quickly licked my hands and fingers clean, then wiped the cum from around my mouth and chin, as well as any that had gotten onto my clothes, and licked them again. I felt a mix of shame and relief, embarrassed by the situation but glad to have cleaned myself up as best as I could. My heart was still racing, and my cheeks were flushed with a deep sense of mortification. Yet, I was determined to regain composure and make it to class, hoping that no one would notice the lingering traces of my ordeal.

By the end of it, I had gotten used to his taste and even enjoyed it. After getting off the train, I hurried to my class. As I was in such a hurry, I didn't even wash my hands or face as I'd originally planned, but I cleaned up pretty well.

To make sure I wasn't blindsided if he came back, I constantly monitored who was coming and going on the ride home... As I sat in class, I couldn't help but replay the day's events in my mind, wondering how I had ended up in such an unexpected situation. My thoughts were a jumble of confusion, curiosity, and a surprising hint of excitement. Despite the chaos, I felt an odd sense of liberation, as if I had crossed a boundary I never imagined confronting, and I was eager to make sense of the emotions swirling within me.