That Night In The Trollley
It’s a little after midnight as I wait patiently for the trolley at Ashmont Station. It’s a little chilly tonight. I’ve just got out of a long twelve-hour shift at the retail store, and I’m beat with my feet hurting from wearing these Chanel high heels. At least I’m not alone. There are five people also waiting out here with me.
Three minutes later, the trolley arrives. I try to look through the windows right before it stops to see who’s driving, but I can’t see due to the significant bright light beaming on my face. The driver opens the door. I’m stunned to see that it’s the fascinating driver who I fantasize about from time to time, and we don’t say anything to each other. He’s only been driving the trolley for a couple of months. I know that because I take the trolley to work every day, and I have been fascinated by him ever since. He’s 6′2, dark-skinned, muscular, and well-groomed. I can stare at him all day, even with the uniform.
I approached him nervously, trying to put five dollars on my Charlie Card.
“It’s alright. You’re all set,” the driver says, showing off his pearly whites. I politely smile back, thanking him as I stroll over to a seat.
We set off heading to Mattapan Station, bypassing Cedar Grove, Butler, and Milton station stops. I’m sitting close by staring. I am mesmerized by his massive sexy arms. I’m getting turned on that I want to touch myself. He stops at Central Ave Station and opens the doors. “Central,” he announces on the loudspeaker. The five people that were sitting immediately got right up and exited off.
Finally, I’m all by myself, so I quickly get up and head to the back of the train. Luckily I’m wearing a skirt. I reach into my purse for my purple vibrator and take it out carefully without him noticing. Wondering about if he’s watching is turning me on much more. I can feel the wetness inside my legs.
He quickly bypasses Valley Rd. I slide my hands down my skirt, taking off my panties, revealing my wet clit. With the vibrator, I opened my lips and began to massage myself. Round and round, and side to side.
“Ah, fuck.” I moan silently, imagining his lips licking inside of me and around my clit while his big soft fingers massage my breast. I cry again. “Make me come. I want to come all over your mouth.”
The sensation between my legs feels overwhelming as I continue to rub faster and faster. I close my eyes, and I exhaled for preparation to come. With my legs wide open, I keep rubbing on my clit with my vibrator. I’m getting so close. Suddenly I explode, as my hot wet clear liquid squirts out of my sex. My juice is everywhere. Fuck.
Unaware, I completely forget that I’m on a train. Snapping out of it, I quickly grab hold of my belongings, reaching for my panties that were on the floor and placed them in my purse.
The train comes to a complete stop as he hits its brakes hard enough that I dropped my vibrator to the floor. I’m embarrassed that I quickly pick up my vibrator, hoping he’s not looking and slowly walk towards the door.
As I approach him, I couldn’t help but admire this beautiful man with his big sexy arms and gorgeous smile. He’s breathtaking that I can’t stop staring.
“Thank you. Have a good night,” I politely say. He’s silent and doesn’t say a word. I smile and turn away, wondering why he is staring at me with a half-grin. I take the first step down the stairs, and he shuts the door right in front of me.
I turn back around, noticing that he’s now licking his lips.
“So, you think that you’re going to masturbate on my train, and I do not know about it?”
He stands up, pulling me close. I’m shaking nervously, as he begins to kiss my soft full lips while taking off my trench jacket and throws it on the seat. My nerves get the best of me that I can’t even look him in the eye, as blood is pumping through my body.
“Take off your clothes beautiful,” he whispers, taking off my blouse.
“Why?” I ask, stepping away, folding my arms across my big breasts.
“Because I want to fuck you.”
My breath hitches as I look up to his eyes. The fact that he wants to fuck me is turning me on. It’s not every day that someone wants to fuck me. He takes another step towards me and kisses me again. This time his tongue is touching mine, tasting good like a sweet peppermint. Captivated by him, my nerves go away. I hold him tight, pushing him close to me as our tongues are throbbing down each other’s throats.
“Wait, wait. We can’t do this. I have to go.” I snap out of it pushing him away. He looks surprised but shocked.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. Sorry for masturbating on your train.”
He stares with confusion. He reaches for my hand and kisses it.
“You sure you want to leave?” His voice is soft and seductive. I’m silent. No words can come out of my mouth once again.
He removes his shoes from his feet, undoes the zipper of his pants, and slowly pulls his pants down. I sit down on the long black seat that’s behind me, not caring what’s been sitting on the chairs hours before, noticing that he hasn’t taken his eyes off of me. He knees down in front of me and spreads my legs apart.
“Keep them open.” he murmurs as he massages my thighs and trailing his big soft fingers up and down my body towards my clit. I moan softly, holding on to his right arm while his index finger enters inside of me. I cry out as he digs deep in and out, rubbing my clit with his thumb in a circular motion. I try my best to keep quiet, but with the penetrating pleasure, I cry out for more.
“You’re wet. I wonder if it tastes as good as it looks.”
“Well, there’s only one way to find out.” I smile flirtatiously.
He pulls his finger out of me. Soaked and wet of my juice, he puts his finger in his mouth. “Damn, girl, you taste so good. Better than I expected.”
He stops to look at me with my clit, all exposed. He pulls down his briefs, and his erection springs free. He then pulls me up on my feet, kissing me on the lips, and pulls my skirt down.
“Don’t be nervous. Just enjoy it. Trust me; I wanted you as much as you wanted me,” he breathes. His eyes on mine. I now register that I’m pretty much naked. Without looking, I unhook my bra revealing my big busty chest. His jaw drops as he stares.
“Damn, you have some big ass tities,” he says softly, licking both of my nipples. He’s hovering all over my breasts, and I enjoy every bit of it.
He stops, taking a step back as he stares at my bare naked body. I’m shaking nervously once again. He smirks while he begins to take off his shirt. I have no problem checking him out with his fit, muscular body.
“Come here,” he orders softly. I walk over, obeying him.
“Lay down over here,” he says, pointing to a two-person seat. I lay down, spreading my legs, waiting for his massive erection.
“Are you ready?” he asks seductively.
“Yes,” I answer.
He positions himself in front of me, opens my legs as he inserts the head of his erection inside of me.
“Fuck!” I shout as I feel the penetration of his erection deep inside me, while he runs his fingers through my fro holding it with a tight grip. I gaze into his eyes only to see his pretty brown eyes are also staring at mine.
He groans loud, nipping me on my right ear with his teeth while pounding my insides hard.
“Fuck, this is some good ass pussy.”
I moan much louder as he continues to pound faster.
He grips my fro once again. This time he grabs it much harder than before. He moves fast, easing himself in and out of me. I spread my legs wider for more stimulation holding him tight around my arms, kissing down his neck.
“You’re alright?” he asks.
“Yes. I’m okay. Please don’t stop.”
“You don’t want me to stop?” he asks. He smiles again.
He suddenly stops, while he starts kissing me down my breasts to my stomach and stands up. He stares me down, looking at my bare naked body with my juice dripping out of my sex. He licks his lips. I lay there still nervously in complete shock.
“Get up,” he demands. I get up as told.
“Now get on your knees. Ass up, legs open.”
I position myself into a doggy style, opening my legs and raise my ass in the air as high as I can. He smacks my ass.
“You want more?” he asks. I nod, and I turn my head around to him.
He’s still hard, as his erection stands up tall.
“Turn your head around and arch your back down a little more.” I obey his order, arching my back down as my ass is poked up in the air.
He gently massages my behind as my body continues to shiver. He caresses my cheeks slowly and then trails his fingers down between my legs. He stops and begins to trail kisses down my back to my buttocks.
“You feel so nice and soft. Are you ready for more baby?”
“Yes. I want you inside of me. I want all of you.” In reply.
“I’m going to fuck the shit out of you,” he says.
He pulls me close, pushing my head down, and slowly he eases himself inside of me. I moan loudly. It feels deeper this time than before. I’m crying again, and he pounds faster as his hands are firmly on my hips.
The feeling is overwhelming. I can’t bear to take anymore.
“Fuck!” I moan. ” I don’t think I can take anymore.”
“No, no baby. Just a little more. I’m almost there,” he responds, continuing his stimulation, forward, backward, faster, and faster. “Fuck. Baby, please, I’m coming,” I moan.
“Me too, baby girl. Where do you want it?”
“Want what?”
“You know. Where do you want it? I won’t ask again.”
I moan again. He slowly pulls out and moves back into me. My insides feel numb and start to quicken. He starts to go faster.
“You feel so good. Come for me, baby.”
I moan, feeling that I couldn’t move while my legs begin to shake. I hold on to the rail of the seat, coming loudly. He follows after pouring a load of himself onto the back of my buttocks. He breathes heavy against me.
“Wow. That was great. ” I breathe. I try to stand up.
“Wait. Hold on.” He immediately stands up, walking over to his pants, retrieving a napkin from his pocket. He gently removes his load from my buttocks. I stand up.
“Fuck.” he breathes. He sits down, pulling me towards him. I sit on his lap, exhausted and sweaty, curling myself on top of him.
“You know, I never got your name.”
“You never asked. All you said was that you wanted to fuck me.” I reply.
His soft hands touch my face wiping off my sweat and kisses me.
“Richard,” he responds and smiles.
“Well, Richard, nice to meet you. I’m Alana.”
He wraps his arms around me as we kiss, throbbing down each other’s throats once again. He is still tasting like peppermint.
“So Alana, will I ever see you again?” he asked.
I blush. I can’t stop smiling. He’s so charming, seductive, and mind-blowing that I couldn’t resist.
“In due time. If it’s meant to be, we’ll see each other again.”
I smile, kissing him again. Cuddled in each other’s arms, we spent the rest of his shift having multiple orgasms throughout the night.
