Boy, what a day! I'm feeling tired after working the, by now, usual twelve hour shift. All day cooking makes you smell of food, so I usually get a shower before heading out, and today was my last shift of the week, so I need to relax a little. After a long steamy shower, feeling relaxed and clean... I lost track of time, quarter to eleven, damn! The metro closes at half past eleven, and I've got a long way to walk yet, I get dressed and grab my backpack, quickly walk through the lobby of the hotel where I work, screaming a quick goodbye to the receptionist on turn. I check my phone, eleven o'clock. Shit!

After almost coming to a sprint, I make it on time. It'll probably be the last train of the night, and I'll probably won't be able to take the next combination, then I'll have to take a bus. At least I'll make it halfway home on the metro. Glass half full, huh? The station is deserted with only a couple of people here and there. Two hours earlier and this would have been bursting with people. At least I can go be seated, I can relax again, can't wait to get home!

They announce that the coming train would be the last of the night, and thank you for bla bla bla... I stop listening. The train comes, oh shit, it's one of the old ones, hard uncomfortable seats, with unlinked wagons, not like the new ones where you can walk from tip to end uninterrupted and with nice comfortable seats. Ahhh, there goes my relaxing! I move away from the other people in the station, at least I can go alone in the wagon, I step inside.

I'm alone in the wagon, I choose a seat between the two doors and get my phone out to read some... "caution with the closing doors", and we go. In a couple minutes, we arrive at the next station, a stumbling girl walks through the platform. She must be drunk to be stumbling like that. She looks at me through the window and giggles, walks past my wagon, and as the doors are about to close she gets in. She seats herself right in front of me. She is wearing high heals she can barely walk in anymore, and a short black dress, just like the ones I love, those that the curve of the ass leaves little room for imagination, with a stunning cleavage. She has pale skin with coppery brown hair, red lipstick and little other make up, this chick could've picked up anyone she wanted to.

As she seats herself in front of me, she bites her lip, I can feel my crotch reacting at the sight of this stunning woman. I uncomfortably try not to stare. What's wrong with me? I've bartended for years and I'm more than used to pretty drunk girls flirting with me. Why is this girl any different? She looks me straight in the eye, piercing green eyes, I find myself struggling not to look away, I'm better than this. Her hands are resting on her knees, but she slowly starts moving them up her thighs.... Up... Down... Then she runs one finger up her inner thigh while slightly opening her legs. I swallow hard, I can feel my crotch getting hotter and growing. I can feel the bulge down there, but I dare not look and break the visual contact. She hasn't looked away and I won't be the first to do so. I have to be steadfast!

After reaching the edge of her dress, she pushes her hand towards her panties, sliding the dress up enough to see her pink panties on the border of my vision. I'm getting horny and bold, thoughts racing on what I want to do to her. I want to get down on my knees slide her panties aside and eat her then and there, sucking and kissing her clit while I pump a finger inside and make her finish in my mouth. I want to get her up and turn her around, knees on the seat and bend her over, then lower my pants, get my dick out and go inside her. I want to fuck her wildly and cum deep inside her.

More wild thoughts race trough my mind, but her free hand starts going up her body, up to her belly and squeezes her breast, squeezing and grabbing. God I can barely hold on to my seat any more, before I realize, my hand is on my crotch massaging over the jeans.

She gets a boob out, soft pink hard nipples, she pinches teasingly and finally says, "And what are you waiting for?"

Does she means to get my dick out and stroke it? or to take action on her? I choose the latter.

I lean over and kiss her wanting lips, she tastes as good as she looks, after what seems an eternity I make her stand up and place her against the corner of the wagon, away from easy looking eyes. Her back is against the wall, we keep kissing, biting on her lips, and my hands run along the curves of her body, finally resting on her perfect ass. My kisses start going south, over her neck and in to her collar bone. She lets out a soft slow moan and starts undoing my belt.

Her dress is above her ass and my hands probing can feel the wetness of her panties. She gets my boxers down and my dick springs out harder than ever. I move her panties aside and gaping, she leaps entangling her legs around me. I hold her by her ass and place my dick in position, one thrust and I'm completely inside. So wet. So warm.

She starts to awkwardly bounce while I go back and forward. The lust is too much for any rational thought. I don't care if any one can see us. My hands squeeze her ass harder, her breath quickens, turning more and more into moans rather than normal exhaling. With one hand, I free her other breast and my head burrows between her chest while I thrust into her. Tits bouncing, I try maddingly to suck and lick them as the train stops and we almost fall with the momentum.

There is a guy standing at the door, we freeze like rabbits staring at him. After staring for a while, he walks to the next wagon, which must be near empty as well. I pull out of her, kiss her deeply and turn her around. She lets out a deep slow moan, as I place my dick between her crack. I grab both tits strongly and pull her against my chest. I rub my dick in her crack a few times, then with one hand, I guide my cock inside of her again, her pussy strangles my cock and she trembles... she's coming soon.

With the same hand that I used to guide my dick inside, I start rubbing her clit and with the other one, I grab her neck and turn her face so I can kiss her while I fuck her hard. Now her legs trembles, my hand keeps rubbing her clit, and she stifles a scream, turning it into a very loud moan. She cums, I can feel how her pussy tightens around my cock, and how her juices start flowing down my balls, but I'm not finished yet.

I keep pumping hard and harder, my hand madly rubbing her pussy, even getting a cramp on my hand. Fuck! I don't care! Her legs trembling, about to give in. Her pussy bursts with overflowing juices. I have to help her to stay up, one final thrust and... I cum as deep inside as I can.

I kiss her shoulder back and let out a deep heavy loud moan. She is gasping for breath as both my hands go to her breasts. I do my best not to collapse as well or we'll drop to the ground.

I finally pull out, my dick not quite limp yet, and soaking, it's glistening. She turns around and holds her weight against the wall. I see her dripping pussy and I can't hold it. I drop down on my knees and start licking all over as I want the taste of those juices.

She holds my head and tells me she can't keep going or she'll collapse on the floor. I remove her soaking panties and tell her it's "To remember your smell."

She leans down and we kiss one last time before the doors open. She gets out rearranging her skirt up and down as the door closes. Staring at the leaving station, I raise her panties to my nose and inhale deeply her scent strong in them. I lost my train combination, but I had one hell of a fuck.

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This is my first story ever, and since I've read and wanked to so many stories in here, I feel like I must post it here if anywhere. Your opinion and constructive criticism is appreciated!