A Train Seatmate's Help

Steve had one goal for this train ride: sleep through it, and wake up ready for a night out clubbing and catching up with his buddies. Steve found sleeping on trains easy, so it was a realistic goal. He was never really bothered by the railcar shaking or how it might tip unexpectedly. Even the Conductor's voice, modulated specifically to wake up passengers, bellowing "Next stop! So-and-so station!" didn't wake him. So Steve always set an alarm on his watch to wake up before his stop. He found the seats comfortable, especially ones with the flip-down footrest. That and the rocking movement would induce deep sleep quickly and consistently.

The one thing that could disrupt his snoozing goals was the random seatmate who either wanted to chitchat or had work calls that were impossible to ignore. Steve had boarded the train earlier, so he had his preferred window seat. But his seatmate was still an unknown. When a middle-aged woman took the aisle seat, he crossed his fingers hoping she was not a chatterbox. But it was promising because women, especially professional women, often wanted to avoid eager men, yammering away, so they rarely opened the conversation.

Their introduction seemed to indicate that both appreciated personal space and quiet. She appeared to be friendly enough, but she also gave off that vibe that said "It's been a long but productive day, and now it's for some quiet." Both she and Steve used performative pleasantries and introductions to politely express their desire to not try to start a conversation. It was simply "I'm Steve", and she followed "Nice to meet you, I'm Robyn", and then they both looked down and successfully made it clear that neither wanted to yap. Robyn, in fact, quickly refocused on her Kindle and started to sip her glass of business-class complimentary wine. Steve was therefore hopeful that he'd sleep through most of the ride, so he curled up a bit against the window and closed his eyes.

Steve gloated a bit regarding his plan. He would take advantage of the early sunset so that the window would already be dark, thus there would be no distractions there. He'd already had dinner, so if the train was on time, he had over 3 hours and about 5 stops to kill, and sleep would make it go quickly and recharge him for the late night ahead. And at this time of the evening, each stop meant fewer and fewer passengers. Perhaps soon he'd even have his row to himself and could stretch out if it turned out that he had trouble falling asleep.

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Steve's watch buzzed on his wrist, startling him awake. He awoke rather disoriented and surprised he'd fallen so hard asleep and so quickly. He was a bit panicked by the possibility he'd slept through his station. But Robyn, with her Kindle still in her hand, looked over her reading glasses, and said, "You're fine sleepy head, you still have two more stops."

"Oh, thanks, I was out cold," Steven replied while wiping a bit of saliva off the left side of his chin.

Robyn just let out a "mhm" with something like a smirk that Steve did not understand.

Steve poked his head up and surveyed the train car. As expected, there were only a few people still riding. All of the remaining passengers had spread out to have a row to themselves, except a married couple about ten rows back. And, of course, his row, with Robyn smiling at him.

As he continued to awaken, he started to take stock of both the situation and his awakening body. His head had flopped to the left while asleep, and there was stiffness down the left side of his neck and shoulder. His mouth was dry, telling him he probably had it wide open while asleep, and that caused him to focus on his mouth, it helped explain the drool he had wiped off his jawline before.

Steve started to push himself out of his slouching position and finish his recovery from sleep when he noticed that it might be a bad idea. As if to confirm, Robyn nodded toward his groin.

"That's why I stayed in the row. I thought I could shield that from the other passengers as they passed by to the door."

"Oh, shit, I'm so sorry. It just happens sometimes," he said, and he used his right hand to block the view of his tented shorts.

"Nothing to it. I remember times when my ex had to stay in the bedroom for 15 or 20 minutes waiting for it to go away. Damn-inconvenient if I needed him to help with the kids or something. I'd tell him to just 'take care of it', but he found that awkward, and I was usually too busy doing something else and couldn't help."

She smiled and glanced at the full-mast tenting in his shorts. She suspected he was wearing either no underwear or loose boxers because it seemed nothing was holding it back. Steve noticed the glance, and involuntarily twitched his dick, making it leap a bit.

"It's been a while, I guess--since we started to split and divorce--that I've gotten to see a real-live hard-on. So I should be thanking you. What a treat." She then made a more deliberate stare at his tent. She could make out some of the features being outlined. His dick's gland-ridge and its rounded tip were clear. And when it bounced again, his girth was more pronounced. This was a good-sized cock, but hard to fully assess without seeing the base.

Steve was now understanding that, while embarrassing, he had turned her on. This reciprocal aspect fueled a transition from just a morning-wood boner, to an aroused dick with his balls starting to stir.

His arousal spurred him to turn his attention to Robyn. While she was 15 or 20 years older than him, she was not past her prime. Her dark shoulder-length hair had a hint of red in it, which was almost certainly not natural, but thick, stylish, and beautiful. He assumed she was going home from a business meeting. Steve's eyes were naturally led down by following her hair to her neck, and ultimately to her breasts, which Steve assessed were probably C-cup. For him, that was the sweet spot between size and perkiness; he even had a saved search with "C-cup" as a parameter. Robyn's breasts were pushed up a bit, and her top allowed for a healthy amount of cleavage to gaze upon. As he continued downward, there was less to see. She was wearing slacks, so no clear sense of her legs, but in general, she seemed in good shape, so her legs were probably worth fantasizing about to continue the sense of a rather hot woman from head to toe. Her smile was wide, but her current expression also included curiosity and a bit of mischievousness.

"You know," Robyn said, "we older women tend to lose some of our inhibitions about all this." She couldn't help but wink at the end of that sentence. "I can see you could use a little help with that, and I would love to play with a cock again."

"Umm" was all Steve could manage at first. His head flooded with conflicting thoughts. Such an offer doesn't really come up in real life, but he was sure it would always be considered, even if it sounds ridiculous. He was no prude and had a healthy sex life, but he was flustered. He figured he must pump the brakes, so he said, "Someone would see us."

Calmly, Robyn replied, "I doubt it. There's just a few of us left, and I can be discreet. I've done worse, though not for quite a while."

He tried again, "I mean, it would make a mess, I'm ready to nut something bad. I can't imagine controlling it at all," Steven said, even though he was getting flushed with embarrassment describing himself as such.

"That's why I'm so hot to rub you. I want to see you explode. And I want to be the one to make it happen." With that, Robyn leaned over and kissed Steve on the cheek. She also moved her right hand to just short of Steve's pole. "Can I?"

At this point, Steve had no will to stop where this was going. His boner bounced, hitting Robyn's thumb, and she gently wrapped her fingers around the underside of his dick, still wrapped in his shorts.

"Yeah, you can do this, but I hope we don't make a mess," he muttered, almost pushing the words out of his mouth.

"I've got you. So just enjoy it as much as I am. Damn, that's a hard cock" she said and started to move her hand under the leg opening, freeing his boner from his shorts, and by wrapping her hand on his exposed dick, she could now see its base, and could better appreciate the prize in her hand. While she didn't actually care about the size, she felt when retelling this story, her experience would not need embellishing when asked. She figured it was probably at least 6 inches, and a girth worthy of grabbing.

She gave it a loose rub down and then back up, but then paused with her hand wrapped around the tip and down halfway the shaft. "I'm always surprised how warm cocks get when hard like yours." She bit her bottom lip and watched her her hand encasing it with a light twist. "It's made for being inside a pussy... and should match a woman's internal temperature. I can assure you when it slides in, that warmth makes you know it was made for being in there."

Somehow, Robyn lost a bit of her focus, and said "That's the problem with toys... you have to warm them up above room temperature." She paused and regained her focus. She slowed the delivery of her next statement and with a breathy whisper said "Or at least that's what I do when I lube up a dildo and slip it in my pussy."

She knew what she was doing. Those words brought him even closer to the edge.

She took her eyes off his dick and looked him in the eye. "Your cock is amazing. Thanks for letting me play with it." She paused and released Steve's dick so she could reach into her purse for a small pack of tissues. She placed them on her lap, pulled out three or four, and held them in her left hand.

"I told you, I got you covered. Just enjoy this."

She slowly traced her right hand's middle finger up the underside of his dick, moving up to the head and then moving down with all fingers until her palm reached his balls, and then she went up and down like that for a few strokes.

"I'm not going to last long if you keep..." Steve could barely get the words out. He stared at her hand encasing his dick, quickly becoming overwhelmed by the attention.

"I don't want you to last, I want you to cum... cum hard in my hand." His dick had been practically screaming to be rubbed, and now it was getting the attention it craved. Overwhelmed by the stimulation, he closed his eyes and did his best to calm himself down. Though he wanted this to last forever, he knew not only that he was already reaching his peak, but also that every second was another chance someone would catch them.

"Cum for me" she whispered, and switched hands so her left hand, holding the tissues covered his tip down to about halfway down his shaft. She rubbed it up and down no more than a few times.

Steve froze, his muscles tightened throughout his body. His mouth was open, and he was not breathing. He knew he was cumming, but nothing was spurting during this moment of ecstasy. It almost felt blocked; his body had tensed so completely. Just when Steve worried he'd never bust, massive spurts began. Six hard ones in succession, and then a few more sporadic shots emptied him and filled the tissues Robyn was holding. She was clearly proud and satisfied by her ministrations. She was glowing even without having any stimulation for herself. She had just seduced an attractive guy in his 20s and gave him a mind-blowing orgasm. A feeling of power was her reward from this encounter.

As Steve relaxed and recovered from the intense experience, he managed to say, "Wow, that was amazing. Thanks." Then he returned his dick into his shorts. "That was also crazy!"

"Crazy hot! Hope that stays with you a while. I've got to get ready for my stop, which is next."

She picked up the soaked and heavy wad of tissues and threw it in the cardboard trash can by the restroom. Then she slipped into the bathroom to wash her hands. While in there, the Conductor entered their car and announced the next stop.

Robyn returned to her seat and gathered her bag and suitcase to be ready to head down to the first-level exit. But before going, she gave Steve another kiss on the cheek and said, "It was great meeting you," and then whispered in his ear, "You'll be in my fantasies, and I hope I'll be in yours." Then in a motherly sort of way, she finished by saying, "And don't fall asleep again, 'cause your stop is next."