Stranger on the Train Pt. 03

He took my hand, to lead me towards the escalator. I pause, and he comes back to me.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

"I need to do something about my bra- it's too obvious around my waist in this dress."

He laughs, "Yeah, babe. Need help?"

I shake my heads as I loop the strap back over my arm and up to my shoulder. I reach my hand behind and try to do up the band in the back through my dress.

I look up to see him watching me struggle, and laugh. "Ok, some help would be appreciated."

He smiles and closes the space between us, stepping behind me. Reaching around, scoops up two handfuls of my breasts, along with my bra and lifts them up together.

I close my eyes for a moment and drop my head back on his shoulder. I only just came around this man's cock, but it was cut off by the train coming and I'm definitely not satisfied.

His lips brush my neck and he chuckles, "Not too far, baby," then he takes my hand again, guiding me to the escalator. He's behind me on my stair as we ascend, kissing my neck and stroking my waist.

"I need you for cover," he rasps, and I realize he's still hard and I'm acting as boner camoflage. Part of me is deeply satisfied knowing he's as hard up as I am right now.

He guides me out of the subway and past the fancy shops. I can see myself in the windows. And him with his hand on my lower back guiding me. He notices me looking, and asks, "How do we look?"

I blush, feeling like I got caught peeking. "You look hot. I look like a horny slut," I respond.

"Yeah, you do. Sexy as hell, too."

Before long we turn a corner and are going down an alley. I worry for a second this is the whole destination, but then I hear the thumping music.

We come to a set of double industrial doors and he knocks on one in a distinct rythm. It opens.

Inside, the club entry holds a bouncer with impressive arms and a tall table with a woman behind it. My stranger takes something from his pocket and shows the woman. She nods and stamps the back of our left hands. He guides me around the table, down three stairs and through a set of curtains.

The club is dark and moody, with thumping music playing, downing out all conversation. Bodies are writhing, packed tightly together on the dance floor, but he keeps us to the perimeter of the room, away from the writhing mass of bodies on the dancefloor, until we reach a set of stairs.

When we reach the balcony, I see it is almost empty. He guides me to a booth set back from the edge, with a curved banquet behind an oval table. The back of the bench towers up past our heads, though it doesnt reach the exposed beams or ducts in the ceiling.

He pulls the table out from the bench and guides me in. Its pretty dark up here, illuminated incidentally by the lights on the dance floor. He slides in beside me, pressing against me, then pulling my legs up over his lap. He strokes up and down my leg, raising my goosbumps again. With his near hand, he takes the side of my face and brings me in for a kiss.

It's a luxurious thing, this kiss; unhurried but urgent, tongues stroking, mouths devouring. I was still needy when i sat down but now I'm ravenous.

I shift without breaking the kiss, manouvering to straddle his lap, pushing the table out further to make room for my ample ass. He grips by thighs, paws my ass and strokes both hands around my waist until he's opening my buttons. Once they're open to my navel, his hands move up to my hair, and he grips tighly, two fists full to pull my head back and then he's kissing down my neck, slowly, surely marking me with his kisses and his teeth.

He makes it all the way to the tops of my tits where they meet the lace of my bra and he lingers. I reach behind and pop the bra open and it relaxes, but it's still over my arms so it doesnt fall away.

He hungrily nips at the tops of my tits as he tried to lift them out of the bra, but they are big and it's awkward. I lift his face back to mine and we kiss again like we are drowning, while I take the bra off entirely, and drop it next to me in the booth.

In his lap, I can feel his hard cock against my core, and i grind against it. He doesnt break our kiss again but pulls the sides of my dress apart so he can play with my freed tits. I moan into our mouths.

He has one hand on each breast and kneads and lifts them reverently. His hands are large and strong, but they don't contain my flesh entirely. Still, the motion feels amazing and I'm shocked when one hand stops and he pinches my nipple, holding tightly. The contrast makes me break our liss to cry out. No one could hear us over the thumping base of the dance floor but I still feel myself blush while looking down into his hungry eyes.

He brings his gaze down to his hand on my nipple and mine follows, and for a few minutes we're both transfixed by his hands on me. Alternating between kneading and playing with my nipples, I feel myself getting wetter and wetter while I grind on his lap. Finally, I take my hand off his shoulder and slip it into my panties.

My clit is to slick for my usual moves, but i quickly get a rhythm I like circling it with two fingers, when he chucks my chin to bring my attention back to him and without breaking eye contact he leans into my boob and takes my nipple into his mouth, while pinching my other nipple as hard as he can. I come immediately, gyrating hard on his cock, surely soaking the front of his pants with my wetness.

My orgasm doesn't last long- they usually don't without something inside me- and he leans back, placing a hand on my panties on my hand in my panties and getting me to lift up on my knees and off his lap. He smiles smugly as he undoes his pants and pulls his cock out of his boxer briefs. He moves my panties to the side and removes my hand from my clit, sliding my fingers into his mouth, then his cock is at my entrance and his hands are on my ass guiding me back down, thrusting all the way until Im grinding my clit on him and gyrating around his stiff boner.

His hands are on my ass now as he encourages me to start bouncing. I let my head fall back and slide up and down on him. He feels so good inside me, his hands rubbing my flanks as his mouth finds its way back to my tits.

Our rhythm matches the booming beat of the music and Im starting to think this moment will buid forever, last forever when he nips my nipple and his teeth having me coming all over again.

I don't hold back my cries this time as he keeps fucking into me, prolonging my pleasure. I can feel my heartbeat in my lips and fingertips by the time the waves of pleasure slow down. That's when I notice he is still hard inside me.

I look down at him, the question in my face.

He brings my ear to his mouth and his breath on my lobe gives me goosebumps all over my body, even while his cock is inside me.

He growls, "Want to know how Im going to fuck you next or do you want a surprise?"