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She could hear her phone ringing in her bag as I walked down the train to find a seat

“Hey baby” he purred into her ear

“Hi” she replied a little breathlessly

“I hope that panting is because you were running for the train and not because you were fucking some guy in the station toilets?”

“Actually it was two guys and they said I was the best fuck ever” she giggled back at him

“That sounds about right. So are you actually on the train now though?” he asks

“Yes, despite the imaginary toilet threesome I made it”

“Good.” There is a little pause before he continues “Do you have a seat companion today?”

“Nope, for once I seem to have the space to myself in fact this train is much quieter than the later one I usually get”

“How quiet?”

“Well the carriage is not exactly empty but there is no one next to me or across the aisle”

“Perfect.” he replied. “Now take off your knickers”

“Simon!” she giggled “You are so dirty”

“I mean it Sasha, take off your knickers”

The tone in his voice had changed and her giggles instantly dried up as he carried on

“Come on Sasha, be my dirty girl and take those knickers off”

“Right here or can I go find the toilet” she whispered back to him

“Oh baby you know the answer to this surely?”

And he was right, she did.

“I, I, umm…. I have to put the phone down a second” she stammered back to him

“Good girl” he mumbled

Those words, and the thought of what she was about to do made her heart thump in her chest. She glanced round the carriage. There were a few people, but they were all engrossed in their own little worlds. Like most commuter trains it was quieter than your average library. She reached up under her skirt and lifted her bottom off the seat just enough to allow her to slide her white cotton panties down. Once they were around her knees she let gravity do the rest and then bent down to release them from her ankles.

“Done it” she said into the phone as she picked it up

“I am sitting here picturing you on the train clutching your damp little knickers in your hand. Are they damp Sasha, do they smell of your cunt. Smell them for me, tell me….”

She pressed them into her face as instructed, she could feel the dampness of the gusset up against her cheek and she breathed in through the soft white fabric.

“Yes they smell of me” her whisper was so low he could barely hear her

“Say it louder Sasha I can’t hear you”

“Yes they smell of me” she repeated but louder this time, all the while her eyes flashing round the carriage to make sure no one was listening to her.

“Mmmm, I bet they do. If you were here I would wrap them round my dick and make it smell of you so could smell yourself when you sucked me”

All she had in reply to that was a little whimper.

He laughed

“You like that eh little slut?” and before she could reply “Touch yourself for me”

She almost found herself protesting and saying she couldn’t but then he continued on

“Come on now Sasha, I have my cock in my hand just thinking about it” The thought of him sitting there at his desk with his dick in his hand thinking about her literally made her throb with lust for him. She shifted in her seat turning her body more towards the window and reached down between her legs, her skirt bunched up around her thighs. As she opened her legs slightly wider to give her fingers a little bit more room she could smell the scent of her arousal.

“Are you doing it Sasha?” He asked. “Tell me, so I can imagine you”

“Yes, I am wet and I can smell myself and I am rubbing my clit and….” she paused… “I wish you were here so you could watch me.”

“I wish I was too, but you can imagine it surely, me sitting in the seat next to you, the warmth of my breath against your neck as I peer over and watch your hand making frantic little rubbing motions between your thighs and I can smell you too. In fact I reckon everyone in this carriage can smell the ripe scent of your cunt. I wonder if that guy over there is imagining what it would be like to fuck you. Or maybe I should beckon him over and let him watch you too, or would you rather I picked the pretty girl? Although knowing you Sasha you want them both to come over and watch you rubbing your dirty little cunt. Spread your legs a bit wider, lift your skirt a bit higher. Let them see you Sasha, let them see what a desperate little bitch you are”

She tried so hard to be quiet but when she came she let out a little groan that was enough to make the man a few seat in front of her glance round. Shame and something else, arousal and lust made her face flush bright red. Beneath her skirt her thighs twitched as her orgasm subsided.

“I’ll meet you at the station. And don’t you dare put those knickers back on” he growled into the phone before hanging up.

She stuffed her underwear and the phone into her bag but then had an idea. Pulling the phone out again she pulled up her skirt, took a photo of her cunt and texted it too him.

“Good girl?” she wrote

“Dirty fucking bitch” is what he sent back.

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  • Molly Moore - Author, Blogger, Photographer, Speaker, Director of Operations @Eroticon Find me in my corner of the internet at Molly's Daily Kiss and on Twitter @mollysdailykiss

  • Show Comments (15)

  • elliott

    Nice dirty little story, Molly. Brought back a few memories. Oh, that reminds me, I need to write my story.

  • Grumpy Old Man

    It’s amazing what you can get away with in public, people generally only see what they expect to see.
    Lovely pic btw 🙂

  • ancilla ksst

    Nice! I love the last lines.

  • curiousclitty

    Loved this 😊

  • May More

    Excellent read – loved that it was mainly dialogue as that’s what phone sex is and you certainly didn’t need anything else to make this sexy as fuck! x

  • Jo

    Oooh – being on trains and buses makes me horny even without the sexy messages, so this ticked some boxes for me! x

  • missy

    I loved this. Makes me want to take a journey somewhere soon 😊

  • Marie Rebelle

    Great, sexy story and I absolutely love the ending!

    Rebel xox

  • Indie

    Made me think about my UK trip, might to line someone up to make demands…

  • Ria Restrepo

    Oh I love this wicked naughtiness! Fun and so very hot! Great pic too. 😉

  • Andie

    Delicious!

  • Kayla Lords

    Oh this was delicious. And yet another story that makes me wish I had opportunities to ride on a train. Also, OMG that image! I’d love to use it for a Masturbation Monday prompt… 😉

  • Bee

    I wish my commuter trains were that empty! I struggle to find enough space to write without some nosy Parker looking over my shoulder, let alone have a conversation out loud and have a wank

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