Strangers on a Train

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"There's no one but us," a voice whispered in her ear.
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The noise was unbearable. Commuting from the city centre to the outskirts of London during rush hour every day was a nightmare at the best of times. Elbowing your way onto the train in a fight to get one of the last seats remaining and, if you were one of the lucky few who managed this small victory, you were always left sitting next to the heavy-set guy who took up his own space and half of yours, or the asshole who had made himself comfortable when he had got on at the station before and no matter how much you glared, or 'accidentally' stamped on his feet, he refused to sit up properly and allow other passengers to sit in more comfort themselves.

This time however, Lucy was late leaving work and had had to run for the train, jumping on at the last minute and narrowly missing the doors as they slid smoothly to a close behind her.

The carriage was busy, but being one of the front cars made it quieter than the middle of the train where she could well imagine the commuters were packed in so tight that an unlucky few even had their faces squashed up against the glass in the doors. As it was, although forced to stand by a door, Lucy was one of only three people who did not get a seat.

But as for the noise, well that was just horrific. Ever since the invention of the 'Walkman Phone' hundreds of teenage idiots across the country had decided that rather than using headphones and just entertaining themselves with their 'music', they would much prefer to introduce anyone within earshot to whatever dreadful wailing crap was currently a favourite among pubescents without taste. And so, Lucy and approximately fifty to sixty other weary city workers were currently being treated to a very loud, very obnoxious Eminem-wannabe (probably some poor-little-rich-boy from Notting Hill) desperately attempting to rap through the tiny speakers of a mobile phone.

But, being the polite Brit that we are all known to be, and despite sighs of frustration and the odd person rolling their eyes and glancing in the general direction of the spotty little git, no one said a word.

Lucy closed her eyes for a moment and laid her head on the cool glass of the train door. Winter was coming on fast and although it was only a little after six in the evening, already it was dark outside. She was so tired of fighting every day to stay alive in her job that even though it was only Wednesday, she could already feel the exhaustion of a long week washing over her body.

The train slowed down and she opened her eyes to see the lights of the next station move past the window. Glancing at her reflection, Lucy grimaced at herself. Her eyes, so big that an artist friend used to say they belonged on a Manga character, used to sparkle when she smiled, but now they seemed to have lost all of their life and staring back at her all she could see was dull blue. Her shoulder length blonde hair was hanging limp around her and her clothes seemed to hang off her frame as if they wanted to run from her and be on someone who deserved to own such garments.

As the train slowed to a stop, Lucy moved aside to let passengers off the train and bent at the waist to pull on her knee-length boots. An absolute necessity when wearing a skirt in cold weather, she had discovered. She stood back up to full height again and immediately had to lean against the wall of the carriage in shock when she came face to face with the Adonis who had just embarked.

The train doors closed and Lucy, who was self-confessed, possibly the shyest person on the planet, immediately looked down and away from this beautiful man. As they pulled away from the station she turned and began studying the map on the wall in an attempt to find absolutely anything that would stop her from looking at him again.

But her body betrayed her. And as the world outside was once again plunged into the darkness of the night, her eyes drifted once more to the windows in the door of the carriage and she found herself staring again.

The man himself was currently engrossed in sending a text message on his mobile phone so Lucy took the opportunity to give him the once-over. At six-foot tall, and a medium build, he was really quite stunning. She took time to admire his mousy brown hair, still messy from the wind outside, and clean shaven face. Lucy never did like facial hair anyway.

His suit was simple, but elegant. At thirty-one, Lucy didn't really know much about fashion but she guessed it was tailored because it fit him perfectly.

Her eyes wandered back to his face. It was hard to tell his age through the darkened image of the glass, but placed him at no older than her -- possibly even a little younger. A trader maybe, she mused, or a banker. Something in the financial sector. And his nice brown eyes were looking back at her.

He was looking at her. Shit.

Quickly, and with absolutely no sense of decorum whatsoever, she tore her eyes away and stared fixedly at the ground, embarrassment only slightly besting the overwhelming sensation of arousal she felt in the pit of her stomach. She could still feel his grin at catching her out and her cheeks reddened as the train entered a tunnel, but then everything went black.

The train ground to a sudden halt and everything went eerily quiet. Even the irritating thud of the teenager's music ceased as everyone sat in the darkness, waiting for something to be done. At any moment Lucy fully expected panic and rioting as the passengers realized they were stuck in the dark, in a tunnel, but surprisingly, there was nothing but stillness. Then a crackly voice over the tannoy:

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I apologize for the disruption to your service this evening. It seems there's a broken down train on the tracks ahead of us and we're going to be sat here for a little while until they get it moving." There was a pause for a moment, and then: "And for all passengers in the first four coaches, to make things even more interesting for you, I'm afraid there's some sort of power fault at your end. Once we get to the next station I'll ask you all to make your way to the rear eight carriages where we have light, but for health and safety reasons, I think it's best if you all stay where you are for now. I'll keep you all appraised of any developments. Sorry again." And with another crackle, they were left alone in the dark.

Lucy could hear a general murmuring begin amongst the passengers, which quickly became a lot louder as more people began conversations with one another. It amused her that even in the dark, complete strangers would converse in a crisis.

Lucy remained silent, choosing to occupy her time wondering idly what the man in the doorway was doing, when suddenly she felt a presence close behind her. She turned her head in the darkness and could feel breath on her neck. Her pulse increased rapidly as she fought to try and remember who, aside from the man himself, had been in the doorway with her when the lights went out. Her question was answered for her.

"There's no one but us." A disembodied voice whispered in her ear as she felt arms sliding around her waist and a very male, very aroused body pressed up against her back.

She should step away, she knew that's what she should do, but Lucy couldn't bring herself to move. Her body craved this attention so badly and after three years of nothing but a battery-powered companion to satisfy the need, she could finally have what her libido was crying out for. She'd never done anything like this before in her life but for once she really, desperately wanted to throw caution to the wind and just go with the moment.

And so, despite all of the warnings screaming through her mind, she did.

With a deep breath, Lucy pressed back against the man and laid her head on his shoulder, exposing her throat. She could feel his hands untying the knot on her trench coat and pulling it open. Her hands reached back to grasp his trousers, confirming in her mind that it was indeed the man in the suit touching her as he slid his hands over her silk shirt, running his palms over her stomach and up over her breasts, hushing her quickly when the action elicited a groan.

Conscious of time constraints, knowing that the train could continue moving again at any moment, the man removed his hands from her chest and slid them down her sides to the tops of her boots, then back up again, this time taking her skirt with him. One arm around her waist to keep her feet in place, he pushed her forward slightly so that she was forced to put her hands against the doors of the train and with one swift move he divested Lucy of her underwear. She shivered as she felt the cold air against her moist skin but before she could register more than this, the man had taken his place on his knees behind her and began to lick her pussy with such fervor that her knees began to shake.

Automatically she spread her legs wider for better access and her hips began to thrust in time to his tongue on her clitoris. She could still make out the chatter from the other passengers on the train but at that moment nothing mattered more than this man and his unbelievably talented tongue.

The loss of one of her senses seemed to heighten the sensation for Lucy because, as the man reached up and under her top of knead her breasts as he continued to kiss and lick at her wet, aching cunt, she could feel the onset of her orgasm approaching. And when he ruthlessly pushed at her bra and started to tweak her nipples as he hummed quietly onto her clitoris she came so hard her whole body shook and she had to bite the collar of her jacket to stop from crying out.

As soon as her body quieted, she felt the man rise from his kneeling state and position himself behind her. Then she heard a zip. He grabbed her right hand and pulled it behind her, wrapping her fingers around his swollen cock and pushing himself through the little tunnel her hand had made.

"You want this?" he asked a little breathlessly.

She didn't even have to think twice. "Yes," she replied with absolute certainty. "Now."

But it had been a while since she had felt the real thing inside her and his initial penetration was so sudden she felt the breath go out of her with a whoosh. Nevertheless, he continued on, plowing into her, not gently, but ruthlessly fucking her from behind.

"So wet," he moaned quietly as he grabbed her nipples again and pinched them, eliciting a small cry from Lucy as he moved his hands back to her waist and continued to thrust harder and faster. Immediately she felt her second orgasm approach.

This time when she came it was with such force she could feel the muscles in her body pushing his cock out of her and he grunted with the exertion of continuing to push into her as he rode through her waves of pure bliss. One hand was removed from her hip and covered her mouth as she came and she pushed her head back on his shoulder, arching her back and pressing his cock into her body as far as it would go.

When she was finally sated he withdrew and ran a shaking hand through her damp hair. "Better?" he asked with a small laugh.

She smiled in the darkness, then realized than in her selfishness to satisfy her own need, he was still hard as a rock and probably suffering more than a little.

Quickly, she pulled herself away from him and was on her knees in a matter of seconds. He could feel her hands on his hips as she steadied herself and he must have known what was coming. "You don't have to..." he began but she already had one hand around his throbbing penis and he couldn't help but groan as she tentatively licked the tip.

It tasted of her, she realized as she slowly guided more and more of his aching cock into her mouth. Careful to cover her teeth with her lips, she slowly moved her mouth up and down the shaft, her right hand moving to rub at the base as her left cupped his balls and he groaned again.

The tannoy came on again: "Ladies and Gentlemen, I've been informed that the train in front is about to be on the move, so we should be on our way in a couple of minutes. The engineers from the other train are traveling with us so we'll also be getting everyone in the front four carriages some light. Once again, please accept my apologies for any inconvenience this has caused to your journey tonight."

Now on a deadline, Lucy began to work in earnest, she felt the man brace his hands on the walls above her and she started to suck and lick and use her hands with all of her might. She knew he was close when his hips began to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth, faster and faster, but she simply closed her eyes and held on for the ride.

After a minute or two of the best oral sex she could possibly give, she felt his whole body tense. "Please," he whispered, "I'm going to..." but she held on tight and a second later he was coming in her mouth. Stream after stream of Semen pumped into her mouth as she swallowed quickly and grabbed his hips to hold him in place. She felt one final jerk and shudder, then his knees bent and his right hand moved down to run through her hair.

"Thank you," he whispered as she stood to pull her underwear up and straighten her clothes. She could hear him do the same as she replied with a small laugh "I think I should be the one saying that."

As if on queue the train jerked once and began to move again. Still in complete darkness, the passengers in the carriage with Lucy ceased their chatter and gave a cheer and the lights of the next station stop began to light up the interior.

Lucy looked shyly over at the man with whom she had just spent possibly the most incredible twenty minutes of her life. "What's your name?" She asked as her cheeks began to grow pink again.

The man looked up from his mobile phone. "Excuse me?" he said as the train pulled in to the station and the doors began to open. The look on his face was one of complete confusion.

Lucy looked at him a moment, then at the floor. What happened? He was looking at her as if she were a total stranger. Was it possible that she had imagined the whole thing? The ache in her body didn't think so. She looked up again and, realizing this was her stop quickly stepped off the train before turning around to look at the man through the closing doors.

She continued to stare at his blank face busy typing away on his phone, until the train began to pull away. Then he raised his head, looked her right in the eye and grinned.

"Next time," he mouthed as the train moved off into the night and somehow Lucy knew there would be.

The End.

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curiouscarolecuriouscaroleover 8 years ago

A very nice fantasy with a wicked twist, who was it?

Haphaestion2004Haphaestion2004over 9 years ago
Sooo hot !!

I have now read all your stories - when will there be more plllzzz !!!

I loved this one, and it made me wonder what would be my reaction to being f...d in the tube during a power faillure (or whatever). I would be terrified that the lights would come on and there I would be, in the middle of an orgasm or without underwear ... gosh it doesn't bear thinking about ...

However - I do realize that doing it under these circumstances only makes it more exciting !!

It did cross my mind that poor Lucy was having sex NOT with the hot guy she was fancying, but with a dirty old man that had already spotted her on the train and was taking advantage of the situation !! OMG how bad that would've been, poor girl ! UUURRRGGHH !! ><

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 14 years ago
Loved it!! 5 stars!

Not only the story is great, the ending is perfect too! But on the downside, I think you have spent a bit too long on the introduction. Nevertheless, I gave it a five stars rating!!

laplappapillonlaplappapillonover 14 years ago
paint it black

I travelled the London underground system every day for 2 years.

If you are a people watcher like myself, you always have in your mind the last person you happened to be watching when the lights went out on the Piccadilly Line.

Invariably in my case, that would have been a woman and occasionally I would have managed, by then, to score a bit of idle flirting.

The sudden blackness is quite exciting and adrenalin charged...The fantasy of approaching the object of my attention often crossed my mind, but I never found the courage to do it. You filled that little gap perfectly, Thank you

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