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The day had been long, busy and tiring. Adam’s desk was a mess of papers, faxes and pens. Glancing at the clock on his desktop, he noticed not only had he worked late again, but he had missed the last express train home. That meant an additional twenty five minutes travel time. He sighed, unaware it was out loud and that it carried across the office. No matter, as there was not another person on the floor that would’ve heard, let alone cared.
Windows beeped its chirpy log off tone and as he switched his monitor off, he picked up his bag and pushed back his chair. These long days in the office would be worth it one day, but right now, they were wearing him thin. All he had time for was work these days and he wasn’t sure he even had any friends left to spend time with, even if he had any spare.
The evening air was chill, and he pushed up his shirt collar as he started the 10 minute walk to the train station. Above all else, Adam hated trains. Hated that they were old, hated that they were never on time, hated that they were uncomfortable, hated that they were crowded, but most of all, hated that he had to rely on them. Parliament Station was almost completely void of people apart from a handful of dedicated professionals not unlike himself. He liked to think of it this way; it was preferable to acknowledging that they, like him, put work before anything else. Boarding the 7.55pm to Frankston he sat towards the back of the carriage facing the front of the train. There were only a few people seated already and only one other boarded with him.
As the train pulled out of the station, Adam put his head up against the cool glass, relieved that the day was over. The lights of cars also eager to get home flashed past as he stared out of the window. As station after station hindered his progress to his cosy home, the few passengers sharing his carriage dwindled until there were only 2 others sitting on the train with him. He glanced up at them for the first time now. An elderly looking man, very well groomed and presented sat 3 rows down reading a paper that was a few days old. He was totally engrossed in the day-before-yesterdays news none-the-less, and did1 not look up, or at his surrounds. Adam noticed his misshapen hat atop the sprinkling of grey hair. It looked out of place with his expensive suit and camel trench coat. It must have been a favourite or be of sentimental value, because it did not compliment the outfit at all. Adam smiled feebly wandering what the story was with the hat. There was little else to amuse oneself on these long train rides. The other passenger was a girl another 3 or 4 rows down. She had hair like spun gold. It was not blonde or light brown, but a crown of flowing gold. It was mesmerizing. She had a small oval face, faintly olive skin and large dark brown, almost black eyes. Her eyes cast downward, perhaps reading, Adam could see her long, black, thick eyelashes against her full cheeks. She was wearing no lipstick that Adam could see, but her lips were flushed natural crimson and perfectly formed. She was wearing a black top underneath a pale grey, woolen coat.
Adam could not take his eyes from her so intrigued he was. He couldn’t fathom why. She wasn’t particularly attractive save her mane of gold hair. Watching her for a few minutes he realised she was moving. Rocking from side to side ever so slightly. It was strange yet captivating and Adam continued to look. The rocking was almost in time with the train and Adam began wandering what the story was çekmeköy escort with the girl until finally it dawned on him. “Oh my god, she’s not reading.” he realised. “She needs to piss!” he thought……wished. The rocking had become a little more pronounced and the girls’ eyes tracked up as she glanced anxiously around the nearly empty carriage. The train pulled into Richmond station, and Adam was willing the elderly man to get off. No such luck, and the train continued. He wanted this image of this poor girl desperate to empty her bladder and stuck in a compromising situation all to himself. He tried telepathically to force the old man off the train. He remained for 3 more slow and painful stops, and almost as though surrendering to Adams will, he disembarked at the next.
The girl looked a little relieved that the train was almost empty and looked once again at the only other remaining passenger. Almost cruelly he locked and held her gaze. She immediately looked down and a faint blush was evident across her cheeks. Adam was enjoying this. Her rocking was faster now and fumbling she stood and moved across to the empty doorway of the carriage. Adam imagined how uncomfortable her full and pressing bladder must be, but he felt his own full and pressing sensation from within his Calvin Klein slacks. This was arousing him no end.
Standing in the doorway now, Adam could see her fully. The black top she was wearing was actually a black, knit, slip dress. She had the sheerest black stockings on and was wearing black, patent leather heels. Her calves were shapely……she must work out he supposed. Holding onto the post to one side of the door, she began shifting her weight from foot to foot. The need to urinate was strong, and she had put her back to Adam so that she did not need to have him bare witness to her predicament. Shifting still in the doorway, the train continued its long slow progress to the final stop of Frankston, and it occurred to Adam that the girl might be continuing to his stop also. This thought, that this spectacle that was so arousing him may be with him all the way home, pushed his already hard penis firmly against his pants.
The girl was becoming extremely agitated and she turned around now to face Adam, feeling his eyes burning into her back. This time, instead of a ‘little girl lost’ look on her face she looked angrily straight at him. She challenged him with only her eyes to give her the decency of not having to look upon her embarrassment. Adam was amused and looked straight back at her, not breaking eye contact. The ‘urinating dance’ she had been performing was obvious now and her cheeks were blazing, both with fury and effort. Adam was still watching closely.
Suddenly calm washed over her face and the dance immediately ceased. Facing Adam directly and only 3 rows away she takes a stance much like a gun fighter would from a western. Her hands are dropped to her sides and her feet are placed wider than shoulder width apart. She stands there motionless and he is confused by what her next move will be. Then he hears it. A faint watery trickle that is barely audible over the sound of the swaying train. She looks straight at his eyes, but his have tracked down involuntarily to the origin of what he has heard. He cannot believe what he is seeing, but there is a small stream of yellow liquid emanating from between the girls legs and forming a small puddle between her feet. It flows slowly down to the doorway step and disappears. Adams eyes cevizli escort widen and he looks back to her face. She is smiling now an evil grin, and with a devilish pleasure, she squats down ever so slightly. With this, a torrent of piss hits the train floor. She is willfully expelling it now for him to see. Adam is flushed now, and confused as to how the roles have been reversed and he now finds himself the ashamed and embarrassed commuter. His cock has begun to leak at the sight and a small patch of wetness shows on his designer pants, not that he has noticed.
The urine stream slows and then finally stops and the girl sighs, panting but holding her stance. Her shoes are wet and the insides of her stockinged legs are darkened by the dampness on them all the way up. Adam is now staring with his mouth agape. The girl seems to be very much enjoying the show she has just performed. The train stops once again, but the girl does not move, not even glancing over her shoulder at a potential passenger and thus witness. There is no-one.
The train pulls away yet again, and as it does the girl walks towards Adams seat. He is feeling decidedly awkward but holds his ground. She stands before him and he can smell her urine, strong and heavy, but he can also smell something else mixed in. Her cunt; just as strong. She removes her coat and sets it on the seat opposite along with her bag. She puts one leg up on the seat back next to his position and he can see a hint of black underwear. Looking at him like a wanton vixen, she slides the slip dress up her thighs to expose a pair of black boy leg panties and thighs that are soft and creamy. He is frozen and does and says nothing. She hooks one finger into the gusset of her panties and pulls them aside revealing a very damp, neatly groomed pussy. In a soft but guttural voice she says, “You watched that and enjoyed it didn’t you?” Adam only nods. He cannot find any words right at this point. More forcefully now, “You want to taste me now don’t you?” With this he looks away from the molten slit in front of his face and into her eyes. Like a child accepting sweets from someone they shouldn’t Adam nods slowly again. Grabbing his head she forces his face into her sex. The smell hits him immediately. It is a combination of perspiration, discharge, urine and lubrication. An intoxicating mix and almost spontaneously his tongue darts out to taste it. Lapping her cunt like a well trained canine, she grinds her hips firmly into him. She begins to pant and moan her clit swelling under his tongue as she begins to orgasm.
Adam feels a gush of fluid into his open mouth and is thinking that the girl has released more of her bladder. It is thick and creamy. He swallows mouthfuls of it as she orgasms directly into his mouth. It is a large amount of fluid, more than a cupful and as he realises she has ejaculated into his open mouth, his cock shudders and jumps under its restraints. Wiping her cum soaked cunt across his face she smiles knowingly down at him. Pulling his face away, she reaches for his pant buckle and and undoes it, unzipping his fly and releasing his large pulsating member. It is standing completely erect and is almost painfully engorged. Not saying any further she bends over in front of him and leans against the back of the seat. Sliding her panties down she exposes a full, buxom arse, her foaming slit peaking out underneath. She parts her legs so slightly and breaths “Fuck me.” Adam immediately rises and places his swollen rod to the erenköy escort entrance of her vagina, anticipating how warm, sticky and good this is going to feel. She immediately turns her head sharply to look at him, her eyes are slitted, her face is like a mad woman and she hisses at him, “Fuck me in my arse, hard.” Again his cock jumps with the words he has heard. He places his penis gently in her small pink ring and begins to apply gentle pressure. “HARD!” she screams, and with a massive push against the seat she is holding, the thumps herself fully onto his cock, ramming it completely in, up to his balls.
Almost coming from the sudden impact, he begins to pound her sweet anal passage. She is moaning and panting loudly as the train rambles along. He is fucking this sweet girl’s arse, and passing a crossing he wanders if the passengers in the cars waiting at the boom gates can see this incredible scene playing out on the passing train. Not that he cares if they do. Looking intently at the soft, creamy buttocks before him, he realizes he is pounding her forbidden void so hard her face is hitting up hard against the seat back with every stroke. There is only momentary concern as he hears her whaling in ecstasy, louder every time her face slams against the seat. “The filthy bitch is enjoying this!” he realises, even more encouraged. Grabbing a fistful of her exquisite hair, he pulls her head sharply back and around to face him. Caught in the moment and without thinking he spits violently into her face. The large globule of saliva lands on and to the side of her perfect mouth. Staring crazy eyes of a woman possessed straight at him, her tongue extends to slowly lick the fluid and take it into her own mouth. Seeing this he erupts with a forceful explosion, shooting streams of his hot semen deep within her bowels. She is crying out, “Yes, fuck yes, YES!” before he finally disengages and falls back on his seat, spent and satisfied.
His cock is a mess. Fecal matter is smeared along the shaft as well as droplets of his cum. Dropping back into reality his face distorts ever so slightly at the hideous sight and smell of his immoral member protruding from his pants. She turns and kneels next to his seat and his cock stands firmly at attention once more as he realises what she is about to do. Looking still like a patient from an asylum and staring into his eyes, she moves her face closer to the tool that has just been swabbing the inside of her colon. Still holding his gaze she extends her tongue and begins to clean the vile mess off his rod. Slowly and deliberately she scoops small pools of shit and cum onto her tongue before flicking it into her mouth and savouring it. He is repulsed, disgusted and so aroused all at the same time as he watches this very filthy girl cleaning his very filthy cock. When she has finished, after removing every morsel of shit and semen from his cock she stands and pulls her dress down. The urine has begun to dry and he can now smell stale piss, faeces and sex on her. Picking up her coat and bag she walks to the doorway and as if in a sublime movie, the train on cue pulls into Frankston station.
As the doors slide open she turns, smiles slyly and says “See you next week?” Not waiting for a response she walks off the train. Adam would not have had an appropriate answer had she waited, and quickly stuffing his still swollen penis into his pants he makes for the door too. Looking disheveled and flustered he frantically looks left and right on the platform but the girl is gone.
Disappointed, he starts his cold walk home. His mind is flashing playbacks of the events in the train and his cock is as moist and rigid as ever. The only other thought that intervenes is how working back late next week could well be worth his while.
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