It’s a regular day. Another day going to work. I wake up at 5:30 am, make coffee, get dressed, sip coffee, and then head out the door by six as I grab a bite on my breakfast bar. Regular. The only thing I like about my day is when I get to the train into town. Marcy is there.

I don’t know Marcy, I just know who she is and I love looking at her. In fact, I don’t know if that’s her name. I gave her that name. Every morning she wears this business suit or tight pencil skirt and she looks gorgeous. Her blouse is sticking out just enough to see her cleavage. She is sexy beyond belief. Long blonde hair, a few years older than I am, but just gorgeous.

Nothing is fake about her. You can see her life in her eyes. She sits at the same bench every day, same train station as me, as she sips her Starbucks coffee. She politely let’s everyone on the train and then I get to see her walk. Flaring hips, beautiful body. On cold mornings she hides her face in her scarf just enough to see her beautiful eyes.

Our train ride is normally about an hour long. We live a ways out of New York and the commute can be long. Still, even though our train ride is lengthy, the train is always packed. We normally are some of the first people to board on this route and so we have our “regular seats”. We normally sit in solo seats and to my privilege, she is seated right in front of me.

She faces me, three feet away across a table, but we have never talked and never engaged. It's been like this for years. We have made eye contact but she normally is on her phone while I read my paper. In a way, we are just as engaged as a regular couple after years of marriage. Maybe that’s why I look at her like that. She’s my train wife.

Today is a regular work day but the train is packed. It's first day back to work for most people after being quarantined inside for COVID-19. It is very busy and people are minding their business. Marcy is on her phone once again and I read the paper’s financial section before going to work. The economy has been hit hard and I know I will be very busy at work.

As the train sways side to side on the ride, I get tired of reading my paper and I put it down. I glance at Marcy and she seems engrossed in her phone. Her legs are crossed, showing off her legs and she just dangles a high heel off her toes. I’m captivated how beautiful she looks and thank god silently that I don’t work with her, as I would probably get fired for not doing any work.

Bang!

The train sways to the side quickly and we are pushed by inertia to the other side. We are still in our seats but it startles everyone. Humans instinctively look around when this happens and it’s no different today. I look to the people beside me and ask if they are okay and everyone looks fine at this point. I look at Marcy and see her shoe went flying towards my feet. I ask if she is okay and give her back her shoe.

“Oh, yes. I’m fine thanks.” she says as if nothing happened.  

I look down and see that her brief case got open and she is not getting up to get it. I get on my knees and start cleaning up the mess and bring it back to the side of her seat. I look up to make eye contact and she smiles. As I turn around I then see why she is not getting up. She has her phone on the wee vibe app. I know that app. I used to use it with my wife all the time. It’s the only sex we had.

I sit back down and realise that this whole time we have been on the train together, she has been masturbating right in front of me. I instantly feel a bulge in my pants start to grow, I look at her with more intrigue.

The PA comes on and the conductor says, “Due to the rough tracks behind us we will have to stop here and inspect the cars to make sure the train is safe. Please stay seated as this will only take a few minutes. Thank you.”

I think in my mind, 'Thank god.' I want to watch her even more now.

I sit back and watch her. She covers her face more now. I think she realises that I know. She is still masturbating as clearly her hands are moving up and down and side to side on her phone. She hasn’t cum yet. I have to do something to help her. I’m the only one on this train that knows what she is doing and she knows it. She must feel embarrassed. She shouldn’t. It’s perfectly okay. Maybe she likes to discreetly masturbate in public. I wonder what her face looks like when she cums. What the hell am I thinking?

My mouth opens through no control of my own. “I like that app too,” my voice says in the ether of everyone else’s conversation. She pulls her phone down to just peek with her eyes.

“It’s a great app to keep busy on the train. I can get in my own world,” Marcy says without moving her phone away from her face.

I try to keep the conversation going in terms that won’t alarm people around, “What model do you have? Single or dual motor?” her eyes flare open and light up as she is surprised that I actually know what I’m talking about. She puts her phone down on the table between us and sits up, placing her elbows as if we were at a meeting.

“Dual. I need the dual action in and out.”

I place my elbows on the table as well and get closer to her. “Ah, I see. And you do this every day?” Did I just ask that?

She smiles while playing with her wedding band. “Most times. Sometimes I just think how my life with my husband is a waste of time and that I need a release of some sort. I don’t have time to meet people and take care of the account filled with wet funds."

I gulp. I don’t know what to say. I was exactly like her a few months ago until I separated. I wished I could have had an affair. I tried Ashley Madison and other sites and just resorted to reading online stories and jerking off. At least I’d be happy, and then go home to reality. I grab a piece of paper and write my phone number down. “Why don’t you send me a text with the meeting invite and I can deal with your wet funds.”

She takes the piece of paper and says, “One condition. You turn my wet funds into something….hard and concrete. I want to really enjoy my wet funds.”

“I can do that right now.” I can’t believe what I’m doing. I’m on a train and I’m going to get this woman off.

She types in my number in her phone and sends me the invite to connect. I hit it and I’m taken directly to the app (I already had it on my phone). I connect to her device and I’m brought to a graphical representation of what the vibrator she is wearing will do. I can increase the intensity and even the type of curve the vibrator takes.

“Let’s see what I can do with your wet funds.” I hit the play button on the app and a sine wave starts moving. She smiles and looks at me with sultry eyes. She leans back and takes her shoes off.

“While you are looking at that for me, I’ll just lean back and relax.” She pulls out a coat and puts it on. I think she is trying to cover herself so she can touch herself. I hope so anyways.

I sit back and reduce the intensity. I immediately get a reaction in the form of a stern look. Ok. Warp speed! Got it, Captain. I speed back up and she smiles. Her sultry eyes are back and she leans forward to me.

“That feels wonderful.” My cock is as hard as a rock when she says that. I have to adjust my pants. It’s getting very tight and the head of my cock is throbbing. She sees me correcting my posture and she moans just loud enough so I can hear her. Her breath speeds up and her hands go flat on the table. Our eyes are not moving off of each other, and we are both feeling pulses in places that are excited and blood-filled.

As she looks at me, her hand reaches under her coat. I can tell she is squeezing her breast, pinching her nipple hard. Her face tells me that it increases her pleasure. ”Fuck….” she says as she closes her eyes.

I switch modes and this time I am teasing her. The app shows long slopes reaching very high and then all the way down. As I look at her, I can tell when she reaches the peaks of the intensity and when it dies off.

“You’re getting me there and then it dies off. You’re killing me”. I smile as I slow it down. Her eyes open up at the relaxed version but its tormenting her right in front of me. She leans back, “Two can play this game”. Her bare foot reaches my thigh and she touches my hard cock through my suit pants under the table.

I say, trying to retain control, “Can you feel the heat from it? That’s what you’re doing to me.” The sole of her foot lays right on top of my full 8 inches. She can tell the girth I have and the heat emanating from my cock is radiating in her foot. Her eyes open when she realises the size she is dealing with and she opens her mouth and keeps it ajar.

She says quietly, “What did I get myself into today?”

“Ladies and gentlemen we will be moving forward again so please stay in your seats. We will have a fifteen minute delay in all. Thank you.” The conductor says over the PA.

Her foot starts to stroke me. Pressing into me and stroking forward and back. How does she know to do that with her feet? I switch modes on the app to a fast saw tooth. Her foot stops as the saw tooth is very intense. Constant increase and decrease in intensity. She starts to vibrate and grabs hold of the arms on the chair. Her eyes close as she concentrates. “Fuck, I’m going to scream,” she says. I slow it down and she opens her eyes, gulping. Her foot has stopped moving but doesn’t dare start again.

“I’m in control; some other day you can control this situation, but right now, I am.” I can’t believe I just said that. To Marcy of all people. The Marcy that I don’t even know. Maybe I was talking for all the times I wanted to say that to my wife. Fuck, who knows. Right now, I’m with Marcy.

“Yes, you’re right, you got me in a very compromising situation. And truthfully, I love it.” She says leaning forward on her elbows again. Her hand reaches in her coat and again pinches her nipple. “My nipples are on fire ,“ she whispers to me.

“Mmm... would you like me to take one in my mouth and suck on it, or bite it?” I say, still surprising myself.

“Oh! God, please nibble it,” she says. I switch modes again and back to long sine waves. Her chest heaves up as the sine wave goes up and then relaxes.

“Pinch your nipple to the same beat of the vibrator. As it increases, pinch harder, then release.” I coach her along. I can’t believe what I am saying to this woman, Marcy.

“Oh! God! This is intense,” as she grabs my hand on the table, takes hold of one finger and squeezes it as well. "This is what I’m doing to my nipple. It’s so hard and excited right now.” She keeps squeezing and releasing as she whispers to me.

I whisper back, “How’s your clit?” What did I just ask? Just go with it.

“Mmm! Hard and throbbing like hell. I can feel my pussy juices on my thighs and butt. My thong is soaked. I wish I could rub it or grind it on something.” Her breathing increases and I switch modes back the intense saw tooth. Her hand tightens and her look intensifies. Her lower lip is shaking and her body vibrates.

I slip my shoe off lean back. I raise my leg to her seat and she instinctively knows what to do. She raises herself so I can put my foot there. As my sock makes contact with her thighs, she sighs relief as she presses her pussy onto it. I can feel her pussy gyrating my toes and the vibrator’s humming action.

“Give me your hand," she says as I give my free hand. She sneaks it up into her coat and makes me feel her body. My hand cups a breast and I feel her nipple. “I cut out the tip off my bras so I can reach in and feel my nipple. As I walk, the nipple is excited by the softness of my blouse. It keeps me going all day.” 

I put the phone down, knowing that the intensity will not change on the vibrator. My cock needs attention. “I can feel my pulse in my cock.” She reaches under the table as I move forward. I know she wants to feel my stiffness, the girth, the heat, and now the throb.

She reaches my thigh with her hand and touches the tip. Her hands discover the head and she can feel the features of it. Her hand goes up more and is now grabbing the shaft. She grasps the shaft and squeezes. Its three inches thick and her hand can barely make its way around.

She strokes it with her hand through my pants as she hums to the vibrator in her, fucking my foot and letting me touch her breast. She moans quietly, just loud enough for me to hear. We both look into each other’s eyes as I masturbate her with my foot and she masturbates me with her hand.

Her hips match her hand movements and soon enough it feels like I’m fucking her pussy with my foot and she’s fucking my cock with her hand simultaneously. As she gyrates on my foot, I squeeze her breast and nipple hard. Her pussy is soaked and I feel it on my foot. She has soaked my sock.

Her hip movements become more violent as I look at her contorting her face. Her eyes squeeze shut and her head goes towards the window. Her free hand is by her mouth and she bites into her hand. Her pleasure is intense and she squeezes my cock. “You’re going to cum aren’t you?”

“Mmmhhhhmmm!" is all she manages to say and nods.

“Not yet, we have a tunnel coming up.” She nods as she is trying not to scream out as she cums. I look at the location and know when she can cum. I’ve taken this route with her many times, just never like this. 

As we reach the tunnel, the sounds of the tracks change and then… lights out! I remove my foot quickly and move to her side, she (and I) in shock that I moved this quick. I plunge my hand to her pussy so I can feel her clit and pussy throb. My other hand covers her mouth and I whisper in her ear, “Now you can cum.”

She leans back and immediately releases her orgasm. She screams in my hand as she squeezes her breasts. Her eyes look directly into my eyes. All I get are quick flashes of her as we go by lights inside the tunnel. Her body vibrates, her pussy gushes her juices onto my hand and her hips contract and release in quick spasms. She presses her pussy onto my hand and grinds it.

As she calms down, I go back to my seat and sit. I take my phone, and place it back into my jacket pocket, and start reading my paper again. When the lights come back on, we are back to our normal selves and going on as if nothing happened. She takes her coat off while saying, “It’s warm in here, isn’t it?”

She composes herself and grins at me. ”What about you? We need to do something about your wet funds.”

“Maybe we should have an emergency meeting on this funds business. What do you think?” I surprise myself by saying that. Did I just propose we go somewhere, now, and fuck our brains out?

“I agree. This is more important than what’s going on at work. This funds business is everything and if we don’t get handle on it, it will solve itself alone but at the wrong time. I know just the place. I have a condo uptown I stay at if I’m stuck here over night.”

The conductor interrupts me. “Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for your patience. We are now arriving at the station. We apologize for the small delay, but we hope your day will get back on track just fine. Thank you again.” We laugh at the pun as we gather our things.

I stand up and fix my pants a little as I may have a bit of an erection. It slowly dissipates as I start walking. As we line up to the door, Marcy stays close to me, now that we are “more acquainted”.  She looks up at me and smiles. Her eyes go up and down on me, enjoying herself, and I think she is eyeing me up. She grabs my collar with one hand and kisses me. Quickly, but long enough to feel her tongue in my mouth.

We smile to each other and the door opens. I follow her out and we instinctively grab each other’s hand as if we are lovers. I still don’t know her name. “Coffee first?” I ask.

“Yes, please.” We start walking and smiling. “My legs are like jello. I came so hard”.

“Hard and concrete, like you wanted.”

“Excuse me!” We hear from behind us, a woman’s voice, maybe a few feet back. “I have wet funds that need to be dealt with too, especially after watching you two from across the train.”

We stop, frozen in our steps, and we turn around.

To be continued…