On a Thursday night, I took the midnight train to my hometown to visit my parents. Since I began going to college and working full time, I hadn't been able to go home as often as I wanted, so I wanted to surprise them by arriving a day early. The train was nearly empty, and I found a secluded compartment easily. My plan was to sleep for the six-hour ride and wake up refreshed. To make myself comfortable, I stowed my bag in the overhead compartment and sat down.

As soon as the train left the station, the door to the cabin opened, and I thought it was a conductor checking tickets. Instead, I locked eyes with a tall, dark-haired guy holding a cup of coffee. His brown eyes looked at me with a seductive slowness that made my heart beat faster and my mouth go dry.

As his gaze travelled over my body, he seemed to assess me slowly in a way that made me feel as if he could see right through me. My body responded as though he were touching me. My skin tingled, every hair stood on end, and my heart raced like I was racing up a steep hill.

A rush of desire ran through me as his eyes locked with mine. The sparkle in his seductive eyes drew me in; they were like dark pools of mystery. I couldn't help but stare at them. They teased me, daring me to come closer. The more I looked into them, the more lost I became and I wanted to dive into the depths of those eyes, to explore all their secrets.

He was sexy, and he knew it. His confidence was what made him so irresistible, and I wanted to get my hands all over him. I knew he could be dangerous—but only in the best possible way. My knees trembled as he licked his lips. If I had been able to breathe, I would have sighed.

A smile crept onto his face as one corner of his mouth curled up seductively and I could feel my self-control slipping away. He asked if he could sit down, and I nodded. My heart pounded as I watched him place his bag in the overhead compartment. His jeans clung to his body in a way that made me want to gawk at his ass all day. When he took off his jacket, I noticed it had the logo of my college's athletic department. I had never seen him around campus before.

As far as I could tell, he looked older than me, perhaps a senior. He casually draped the jacket over his bag in the compartment, and my eyes were drawn to the bulges of his biceps, which tensed and flexed as he lifted his arms. I felt a warmth growing between my legs as I imagined those strong hands on my body. His shirt was tight against the rest of his body, revealing the outlines of every muscle.

He caught me staring, and I could feel a surge of heat rush through my body as he looked at me with amusement. His grin widened, showing off his perfect white teeth. The sound of his low chuckle sent a spark through me, like the first crackle of flame from a match in dry grass.

The blood rushed to my face as his gaze intensified. My heart pounded faster beneath my breast; I felt like I couldn't breathe. My eyes darted around the small space, but he was everywhere I looked—his eyes watching me, a pleased smirk on his face as if he knew exactly how uncomfortable he was making me. I tried to ignore his stare by looking out of the window, but it was no use—I could still feel his gaze on me. From the corner of my eyes, I watched him ease into the seat across from me.

He extended a hand to me and said, "I'm Jacob."

"Anna," I said, my voice barely audible as I shook his hand, feeling the jolt of electricity that ran from my palm to my core.

We stared at each other for a moment longer, then Jacob grinned and said, "Nice to meet you, Anna."

Letting go of my hand, he settled back in his chair and let his eyes roam over me. He was shamelessly taking in every inch of my body, and I felt exposed, yet excited. His eyes dropped to my mouth, and I drew in a breath that seemed to catch in my throat. My lips felt suddenly swollen, and a rush of blood pulsed between my legs.

Jacob seemed like the type who did whatever he wanted, with whomever he wanted, and I found myself wondering what he would do if I threw caution to the wind and did something daring—something bold. I knew he wanted to kiss me. His eyes had already said so.

My lips parted on impulse, and I couldn't help but lick them. It was an audacious move—one that was totally unlike me, but I couldn't help myself. His lips curved in a smile that was both playful and mischievous, as if he knew exactly what was going on in my head. Wanting to provoke him, I adjusted the top of my blouse so that it showed off the curves of my breasts to their best advantage and crossed my legs to give him a glimpse of what lay between them.

His smile turned wicked, and he said in a deep voice, "Take them off."

I knew exactly what he meant. The thought of doing something so naughty, so thrilling, made blood pump through my veins. His eyes burned into me and a fire of lust rose up inside of me, consuming any lingering reservation I had. Reaching under my skirt, I pulled my thongs down my thighs with trembling hands. I was glad I had worn sneakers, because it made it easier to take them off than if I had worn heels. I felt a surge of excitement as I held the silky fabric of my pink lace thongs in my hand. The knowledge that I was doing something risky only heightened the feeling.

My mind was screaming at me that this was insane, but my body was begging for more. Suddenly, Jacob leaned forward and grabbed my thongs. He lifted the delicate fabric to his nose and breathed in deeply, exhaling softly. His eyelids were closed as he inhaled my most private scent.

"Fuck," he growled. "You smell so good."

When the door suddenly opened, Jacob slid my thongs into the pocket of his jeans. The conductor entered the compartment, interrupting our intimate moment. "Tickets, please," he demanded.

Jacob stood up and reached for his ticket in his jacket pocket. I showed mine as well. After examining our tickets, the conductor left. Jacob watched me closely as he sat next to me so close that his thigh rubbed against mine. His cologne, sandalwood and musk, combined with his pheromones, surrounded me. Jacob smelled like the storm, strong and wild. I breathed him in, letting his scent fill my lungs and make me weak with desire.

My last ounce of common sense fled, and I didn't care about anything anymore; all I wanted to do was please him. Jacob seductively licked his lips as he held my gaze, and I could feel his warmth on my thigh as he placed his hand there. For a moment, I lost myself in his touch. The softness of his skin, the gentle heat of his fingers as they danced across my skin and drew closer to my core, made me tremble with need.

Aching for his touch, I spread my legs wide as his fingertips brushed my inner thigh, but then he suddenly removed his hand from under my skirt, leaving me bewildered. The expression on his face—a mix of pleasure and excitement—revealed he was relishing teasing me, enjoying the sensation of my body tensing in expectation of what he might do next. His fingers slid to unbutton my blouse, letting the fabric fall away to reveal my pink bra that suddenly felt much too tight. I could feel my breasts swelling inside their lace confines and the boner in Jacob's pants was impossible to hide.

My body was practically begging for his touch, and he didn't disappoint. Jacob slid his hands over the curve of my shoulders, down my arms, and then, with both hands, he pulled the straps down and then unsnapped the clasp of my bra with ease. I felt the air on my breasts as he removed the cups, revealing my erect nipples and round, heavy breasts. Jacob threw my bra on the seat without moving his eyes from my naked breasts, making no attempt to hide his desire. His breathing grew shallow and rapid. I watched his hands twitch as if he wanted to reach out and touch me.

The warmth of his breath whispered against my lips as he moved closer to me. When his fingers stroked my sensitive nipple, it became as hard as granite. Desire pulsed through my lips, and I ached to kiss him. He didn't kiss me though, but instead leaned in close to my ear, his hot breath tickling me.

"I know you want it," he whispered. His fingers slid along my hipbones, then up my legs. "Baby, I can make you feel so good."

As his hands slid up my thighs, I shivered at the sensation of his light bites against my earlobe. His lips trailed soft kisses to my neck and down my collarbone while our bodies pressed together. The rush of tingles that spread from my neck to my core was familiar, yet somehow new every time. I knew I was in for a wild ride, and I didn't want to turn back.

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, feeling the warmth of his breath against my neck. His tongue danced across my skin, softly stroking me. A wet trail of kisses ran across the sensitive skin of my breasts as he kissed his way down to the aching tips. While his tongue gently swirled around the throbbing peak, he embraced it with his hot, wet mouth and a soft moan escaped my lips.

His hand slipped under my skirt, and I felt him smile against my skin. I couldn't really tell what number of fingers he plunged into my wetness and I didn't care. His fingers explored my depths as he pushed them in and out of me as he sucked on my nipple. I ran my hand over his stomach and then hesitated before taking a chance and slipping my hand underneath his waistband, grabbing the bulge that I could see straining against the fabric of his jeans. Using his fingers, Jacob spread my wetness all over my clit as he gently rubbed it.

Then he moved his lips back up to my ear and whispered in a gruff voice, "Suck my dick."

His words affected me like a touch, sending desire coursing through my body. I squeezed my thighs together, trapping his hand between them, and felt fear—and exhilaration—at the same time. I wanted this. Him. So much more than I should.

His voice rumbled in my ear. "Be good and obey," he said. The sound of his dark whisper made my knees weak, and I moaned as he leaned in closer and placed a kiss on my neck. He chuckled at my reaction and said, "As a reward, I will make you cum.”

Without a second thought, I got down on the dirty floor and kneeled in between his knees. I shook in anticipation as I struggled with the buttons on Jacob's jeans. He helped me, impatient to take them off. Jacob lowered his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, exposing his full, throbbing erection. Seeing it made my mouth water, but it also made me even more nervous because I've only done this a few times with my ex, and he wasn't nearly this big. I hoped that Jacob wouldn't think I was too inexperienced, or that I couldn't handle him.

As I wrapped my hand around his shaft, I leaned forward and stuck out my tongue. I slowly licked the tip, tasting his salty pre-cum. My tongue swirled around the head of his penis, licking it clean. Then my wide tongue slowly glided along his shaft, moving up and down several times, lubricating him with my saliva, before moving towards his balls. While my hand stroked his shaft, I gently sucked his ball into my warm, wet mouth, massaging it with my tongue. Hearing Jacob groan encouraged me to take his other ball inside my mouth as well. Despite my full mouth, I managed to stroke his balls with my tongue while I continued to jerk him off.

When I dragged my tongue back up his shaft, I let my saliva pour out of my mouth, making him extremely wet. Grabbing his shaft, I looked up into his eyes and saw how turned on he was, which made me even more eager to continue. My eyes were fixed on his as I slowly sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. After taking him deeper and deeper, my gag reflex kicked in and I choked, but I wasn't ready to give up. Focusing on breathing through my nose and relaxing my throat, I moved my head up and down, my tongue licking along his shaft as his cock dived in and out of my mouth.

Despite tears streaming down my cheeks as I struggled not to gag, I allowed him to penetrate my throat deeper with each thrust. It was my desire to feel his entire length inside of me, and I didn't stop trying until he was balls deep inside of me. Even if I felt like I couldn't breathe and was gagging, I tried to keep him inside as long as I could.

"Shit," I heard him say, and then I just couldn't hold it in anymore, so I lifted my head to get some air. My breath came quick and shallow, and Jacob's lips curved into a satisfied smile. He leaned back and said, "Ride me.”

As I straddled him, I realized I was topless, about to fuck him, and the door couldn't be locked. The thought that anyone could have walked in on us made it even more exciting. Jacob grabbed my bare ass under my skirt, pushing my hips down, his penis poking at my wet entrance. Although I hesitated for a moment, I was too aroused to stop, even if it was risky to have unprotected sex with a total stranger. When I lowered my hips, he penetrated me and I couldn't help but moan as his cock sank into me, inch by inch, filling me up completely.

While I rocked my hips against him, the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of my hungry pussy drove me insane, and I wanted more—I wanted to explode. Hearing Jacob's pants and moans only encouraged me to ride him harder. At one point, Jacob grabbed my hips, preventing me from moving. His eyes met mine, and I felt a burst of heat between my legs. He was heavy with need, and I knew he was about to come. I didn't want us to stop.

"Are you on the pill?" he asked in a thick voice, his desire palpable.

In that moment, I asked myself how I had ended up sitting on a stranger's lap with his cock pulsing inside me. It was unlike me to lose control. But I could not help myself; I wanted it all. I swallowed hard and looked him dead in the eyes. His gaze made me feel wanted, beautiful, and a burning ache spread through me. He wanted to devour me—I could see it written all over his face.

"Yes," I said, with a lilt in my throat.

"You sure?" he asked. "No going back once I come inside of you."

As soon as I nodded, his hands gripped my hips and pushed them down, forcing me to take in more of him—all of him. His hands slipped down, grabbing my ass, helping me move up and down as he pounded into me like an unleashed animal and I pressed down to meet his every thrust. My core was pulsing and tingling, ready for a release. In a raw, primal rhythm, Jacob slammed into me relentlessly, and I took in a sharp breath before letting it out with a violent moan as I shattered into a thousand pieces.

Feeling my body sinking, weightless, yielding to the power of this feeling, I barely registered the warmth of Jacob's seed as he ejaculated deep inside of me. The half-light of the cabin surrounded us, punctuated by the occasional flash of a tiny village going by, as we sat there and breathed raggedly until the train began to slow down.

"Shit, this is my stop," Jacob said to me. "Get up, will you?”

I stumbled as I got off him, feeling the effects of my high. When I stood up, I felt his cum drip down my inner thigh. Jacob pulled up his pants and gathered his things. I felt sluggish as I pulled on my blouse, struggling with the buttons.

Jacob's voice was elated as he said, "That was fun." He hugged me close for a second, then kissed me deeply on the lips before he exited the coupe.

I snatched my bra from the seat and put it in my bag. Then I sat down on the leather seat, feeling its coolness against my naked ass. From my window, I saw Jacob get off the train and a blond woman ran into his arms, kissing him. At first I felt guilty, but by the way he behaved around me, it was clear that he had cheated on her with others as well.

The door's sliding mechanism made a loud noise, startling me. I looked up to see a middle-aged man in a suit standing in there, looking uncomfortable.

"Oh!" he said. "I'm sorry—I didn't know you were sleeping."

I realized I was fully dressed—my bra and panties included. Though I couldn't remember falling asleep, I must have leaned against the window and dozed off, but what a dream! So vivid, so wild! It was impossible not to giggle when I noticed that my panties were soaking wet.

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