Alice - black & white

This is Part 2 in a series. Click here for Part 1.

Sofie’s day started out bad and only got worse. She woke up half an hour early, her hips rising off her bed just as she was about to reach climax in her dream. The dream faded fast resolving into gray morning light. What didn’t fade were the electrical shocks radiating out from between her moist thighs.

“Oh God…” Sofie groaned, her fingers sliding down through her slick cleft. A huge shudder tore through her body when she pressed down hard on her clit.

“Oh…please, let today be the day!” Her fingers alternated between stroking the opening of her pussy without penetrating and circling her clit.

“Noooo…” The word came out with the quiet whisper of a deflating balloon when the numbness descend. Her fingers went still having nothing more to offer.

“Fuck.” Sofie sighed and turned her alarm clock off.

Another cold shower helped somewhat although Sofie had to turn her back to the showerhead to beat back the masturbatory thoughts.

Her commute to work normally did a good job of dampening her libido. Not today, oh no. Even though she’d woken up early it had taken her longer to get out of the house than usual. She’d ended up having to run across the platform in order to catch her train. The act of running had wedged her panties tight between her thighs, stoking her arousal.

The train was fuller than usual. There weren’t any seats available and no one offered her an occupied one so she made her way down the aisle looking for a place to stand. Near the back of the car she found an empty hand strap mounted to the ceiling. A good- looking man in a dark navy suit stood behind the available spot, absorbed in reading a magazine.

He glanced up Sofie. “Good morning,” he said before going back to his reading.

“Good morning. Full train today,” she observed.

“It’s the Bay to Breakers. Makes for more passengers.”

He didn’t look up from his magazine when he spoke giving her the idea he didn’t really want to talk. That was okay with Sofie. She didn’t feel much like talking either. She turned her back to him and grabbed the strap for support. The high-pitched whistle of the BART moving through the tunnel toward the city filled the car.

Sofie felt train begin to slow for the station after hers. The conductor pulled the brake a little harder than usual making the train jerk to a stop at the platform. Sofie tumbled back at the unexpected change in momentum. Her back pressed hard against the man standing behind her. A molten flash of lust surged through her body and the familiar dampness spread onto her panties.

“I’m so sorry.” Sofie turned and mumbled to the man behind her.

“Not a problem.” He had stopped reading his magazine.

The train sat on the platform for three minutes. A few people got off but many more got on. People filled the aisle, packing the train. Sofie stepped back a fraction to make room for the new passengers.

A whisper of space remained between Sofie and the man. His body radiated warmth against her back and legs. The train began to move pushing Sofie against him for a brief moment before she adjusted to the motion and backed off.

The heat between her thighs grew in proportion to the damp stain spreading in her panties. She thought she’d imagined the ridge of the man’s cock against her ass but dismissed it as the workings of her over stimulated mind. The whistling of the train filled the car again.

Sofie stood as still as possible listening for the sounds of the man’s breathing. She caught a hint of his aftershave. She worried that everyone within a five-foot radius could smell the heady scent of sexual arousal pouring from her body. It made her self-conscious and she wondered if the man behind her had any idea what being so close to him was doing to her.

The BART began to brake as another station came into view. Sofie couldn’t help herself. Using the backward momentum of the slowing train she sunk into the man again. Her shoulder blades made contact before the rest of her body molded itself to his chest. His erection was unmistakable this time, pressed hard and firm against her backside. The train stopped and Sofie separated herself from him once more.

Three more minutes on the platform. More people came and went but the train stayed at maximum capacity. The butterflies in Sofie’s stomach began their mad fluttering when the train doors wheezed their pneumatic sigh.

The train moved forward and Sofie shifted her weight, preparing to ride the momentum backward. A quiet gasp escaped her lips when the man behind her slid his hand over her hip, pulling her tight against him. Her heart thudded in her chest.

He held her against him even after the pretense of moving with the train had passed. Sofie’s breath quickened at the delicious sensation of the man thrusting his hips forward against her. She responded by raising and lowering her heels so that her body slid against his erection.

Waves of heat flowed through Sofie when the man moved his hand away from her hip and began caressing the back of her thigh below the hem of her skirt.

“Do it…” she whispered, knowing he couldn’t possibly hear her words over the noise of the train and his own breathing.

Sofie’s thighs grew damp and sticky. It took all her willpower to keep herself from turning around and fucking him right there. She stifled a moan when the man’s fingers began pulling up the hem of her skirt. He slid his hand under the lacy band of her stocking and gave her leg a quick squeeze.

Sofie stepped her feet apart to widen the gap between her thighs. The man accepted her invitation. His fingers slid the clinging satin of her panties along her pussy with the ease of the train gliding into the next station.

The man leaned forward, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“My stop is next,” he said. His breath smelled of cinnamon.

“Dear God…” Sofie hissed and bit back another moan.

The man’s fingers continued their bold exploration of her until the train came to a complete stop.

“If you’ll excuse me please.” The man gently pinched her clit between his fingers before withdrawing his hand from her clothing in preparation for leaving the train.

The man moved away toward the exit, his briefcase held against the front of his trousers in an awkward manner. He didn’t look back. Sofie wanted to scream in frustration. If they’d had just a little more time she might have had an orgasm. Sofie was beyond caring how or where the orgasm came just so long as it did. The train doors closed with a hiss and the BART started its inevitable forward motion.

Sofie caught one last glimpse of the man sliding past the window of the train car. He strolled along the platform toward the stairs leading up to the street level, the back of his fingers pressed tightly under his nose. With a flush of embarrassment, Sofie realized the man could smell her pussy on his fingers.

~Part 3~

Tags: m/f, stranger sex

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