Train Ride at Thanksgiving

I was a freshman in college heading home for Thanksgiving break, my first visit home since August and I was definitely homesick. I had taken one of the last trains out of Washington, DC on Wednesday before the holiday. The train left DC at 4pm and was not expected into New Haven, CT until well after midnight. I was riding with friends and aquantances from school, but most would be getting off before my stop. We were all in a festive mood and started popping smuggled beers soon after departure.

Before we even had reached Philadelphia, most had dozed off from beer and fatigue. But myself a few others were taking it easy knowing the long ride ahead of us. One of them wa a girl I knew by association with others at school; she was a dark haired beauty of italian descent, long and leggy with a full chest and full pouty lips, dark eyes and long hair. We chatted facing each other, sitting in double facing seats; she was wearing a long skirt flowing to her ankles, and a cable knit sweater under her winter coat. As the trip wore on I became more and more enamored of her beauty and had a hard time covering my excitement. Her sweater was tight against her bountiful chest, easily a 36c, and the flowing skirt outline her long legs to great viewing. Besides the two of us, the train car was empty leaving NYC. By now we both had a warm buzz on from many beers and I was definitely feeling horny. I stood to go to the bathroom, (I needed to stroke my throbbing erection for release) and trying desperately hide my full hardon. We had been talking about dating and sex, flirting and enjoying each other-but I didn't feel like she was in the mood enough to dare more than glances and verbal exchanges. Moving to slip out of the seat she stuck her leg out blocking my exit, she reached up and placed her long lovely fingers against my zipper, softly caressing me through the fabric; frozen I stood there and leaned into her hand. Smiling, she looked up into my eyes, slowly caressing up and down my length, she said 'looks like you need some help'. In the same moment she said this she was pulling up her long skirt to reveal first smooth and beautiful calves, and then her knees, and her long lean thighs, spreading before me to expose her closely trimmed pussey, and no panties.

I started to back into my seat and she quickly said, 'No, stand there, but unzip for me.'

Quickly, I did as she asked, opening my pants-she reached up and pulled my pants to let them fall to my knees. At the same time her right hand slipped between her legs and two fingers began to slide up and down her slit, bringing wetness and the soft smell of sex. She took her left hand off my pants and quickly pulled up her sweater, her incredible breats hung there as if there was no gravity, her breast a perfect globe topped by an aerola the size of a half dollar, with a nipple a half inch long sprouting from the middle.

She brought her left hand up and began to stroke my length while her right hand moved up and down and in and out of her now very wet pussey. asked me to stroke myself for her, and she took her left hand and began to pull, pinch and roll her nipples, alternatly playing with each breast. My hand moved up and down my length faster and faster, my eyes taking in her full beauty and sexuality. She began to moan louder and she bagan to shake with a strong orgasm, I couldn't hold back any longer, and exploded myself, streams of cum flowing all over her chest. At some point my knees buckled and I fell back into my seat, both of us spent from the fast and furoius orgasms. After a few moments we heard the far carriage door sliding open and we barely covered up before the conductor passed us, smiling at us he moved in to the next car.

I'll write again to tell the story that happened later.