Coach Ride Home

While travelling back home by train from my friends just after Christmas, the conductor announced that due to unplanned engineering works, the train would terminate at the next station and all passengers would be transported onwards via coaches provided by the train company. As you would expect, there were many moans and groans of annoyance and frustration from the passengers. I myself just looked across the aisle at a grey-haired lady and we both rolled our eyes and smiled resignedly. When the train pulled into the next station there was a mad rush from most passengers to grab their belongings and exit the train and dash to the waiting coaches. The grey-haired lady and myself just sat a while and waited for the rush to pass, then we each stood up, grabbed our belongings and left the train. As we walked along the platform heading for the coaches, we joked about the other passengers and how they seemed like headless chickens, all in a rush. We introduced ourselves, and I learned that her name was Sandra, and that she was travelling back from visiting her daughter and her daughter’s boyfriend. When we got to where the coaches were parked, we found that we’d actually need the same coach as each other, although our final destinations were different. The driver took our bags and put them in the luggage compartment and the pair of us boarded the coach. Being a gentleman, I let Sandra board ahead of me, and as she did I couldn’t help but notice that she had a lovely firm, rounded, behind, shown of nicely by the skirt she was wearing. On board I followed her down the aisle of the coach, admiring her behind, and the way it gently swayed as she walked. I was surprised when she walked to the back of the coach and plonked herself down on the back seat. I was about to sit in a free seat further forward when she indicated that I should come and sit by her at the back of the coach.   “Please Rich, keep me company” said Sandra.   “You sure?” I asked her.   “Positive” she replied smiling, patting the seat by her. “It’s been a boring trip so far and I need some stimulating conversation” Sandra said. So I did as she asked, and sat beside her. As the coach moved off we began chatting about our respective lives, interests and families. Time flew by, along with the miles, and gradually we just about talked ourselves out. The warmth of the coach was making both of us feel sleepy and Sandra asked if I’d mind her going to sleep. I said of course not, I’d likely be joining her in the land of nod soon anyway. The coach was kitted out with blankets for passengers, so I fetched two and handed one to Sandra, and kept the other for myself. We each snuggled under the blankets and soon I heard gentle snoring from Sandra, before I too dozed off. I’m uncertain how long I was asleep, but I woke up due to a gentle nudging of my arm and leg. I half opened my eyes and glanced to my left without turning my head. Sandra had her hands under her blanket and was softly moaning. It took a while to realise that she was actually playing with herself beneath the cover of the blanket.   I kept still and just observed. Her arms were moving and she was biting her lips to try and supress her moans. Before too long her legs clamped together, her eyes fluttered rapidly and she let out a long, soft sigh. Then she turned her head towards me, raised her eyebrows in query, and quietly asked me, “Did you enjoy that Richard?”. I opened my eyes and sheepishly grinned. “Well, did you?” asked Sandra again. “Yes Sandra, sorry” I whispered back. Sandra just smiled. “What got you all horny?” I asked her. “To be honest, it was staying with my daughter” answered Sandra. I must have looked puzzled, so Sandra explained. “I was in the bedroom next to the one she shared with her boyfriend. When they thought I was asleep they went at it like demented rabbits and all I could hear every night was the creak of their bed, their moaning and dirty talk while they fucked, and then their cries of passion when they climaxed”. I must have blushed at her use of the word ‘fucked’. Sandra just smiled at me.  “What’s the matter Rich, didn’t you think a prim old lady like me used the ‘F’ word” she said, “or that’d I would masturbate, especially sitting next to someone on a coach?” “Well ………..” I said. Then we both chuckled. “Well now you know different” Sandra said. I shifted in my seat. “Feeling uncomfortable Rich, or are your jeans too tight because you’ve gotten a stiff cock now?” asked Sandra with a wink.

“Let’s see” she said. Before I could stop her, she ran her hand under my blanket and fondled my crotch. “So, you are nice and stiff” said Sandra as she continued to fondle my bulge. “Question is Richie, are you man enough to do anything about it?” Sandra challenged me. I looked at her and said, “Such as?” Sandra rolled her eyes at me. “Get it out and wank off of course” she said with a giggle. “Come on now, don’t be shy” she said giving me a gentle squeeze before removing her hand. Encouraged by her, I pulled off the blanket, undid my jeans and pulled them and my underpants down to my ankles. My very hard cock sprang up, throbbing. I placed my hand on my cock and began to wank as Sandra looked on. “That’s more like it Richie. Go on, enjoy yourself” murmured Sandra, “I won’t mind if you don’t” she said with a giggle. “You want to watch me?” I asked Sandra as I continued stroking my stiff cock. “Too bloody right I do Richie” Sandra replied. “I’ve not seen a good, hard cock for ages” she murmured. “Oh?” I said. “No. My hubby seems to not be bothered with me nowadays, and I have never seen a man wanking off, at least, not for real” she said, blushing. I looked at her quizzically. “I’ll put it like this. The internet is a wonderful source of information, and gratification. Wouldn’t you agree Richie?” Sandra said. I nodded as I continued stroking my stiff cock. “I’ve seen men wanking on the internet, on web cam” Sandra confessed, “but never had a man wank off for me in person” she admitted. “What, not even your hubby, or an old flame?” I asked, a little surprised. “No, none of them. Let’s face it Richie, we’re a different generation to you. Some things just weren’t mentioned, or asked for, or suggested” Sandra said, a little sadly as she watched me stroke my hard cock. “May I ask how old you are Sandra?” “Why, do you have an age limit on those watching you wanking off?” Sandra asked me huffily. “No, no of course not, I was just curious. To be honest, wanking off for a mature woman turns me on” I admitted.  “Really, well that’s good to know Richie. As it happens’ I’m 61 and I still get turned on by a nice cock” Sandra said as she looked at my cock being firmly stroked. “So, me wanking, is that getting you aroused then?” I asked with a smile. “Too fucking right it is Richie” Sandra replied with a grin. “Should I just carry on then, or do you want to join in?” I asked her teasingly. “Join in? How?” she asked me. “Well, I don’t have a no touch clause, so if you felt like lending me your hand for a while, I won’t stop you” I told her.   “You’d like me to pull you off then Richard?” Sandra asked, “to give you a hand job?”. “Only if you want to Sandra” I replied. Sandra didn’t have to be invited twice. She reached over and as I removed my hand from my cock, she wrapped her right hand around it, before starting to gently wank it. Her fingers were still sticky from her pussy juices and they added to my precum as an additional lubricant. “That feels lovely Richard, all stiff and excited” uttered Sandra after a few minutes of masturbating me. “Sod this, I’m getting horny again tossing you off. I need another wank myself” Sandra muttered. She glanced down the aisle of the coach checking that no one was being nosey, she once more hitched up her skirt, revealing to me her fine looking legs, briefly stood up to take her knickers off, then sat back down and began playing with her pussy, fingering her clit as she watched me begin stroking my hard cock again. “You’ve great legs Sandra” I said admiring them as I stroked my cock. “Thanks Richie” she replied as she fingered her clit. “Bet you’d enjoy being between them with your hard cock thrusting in and out of my wet pussy wouldn’t you?” Sandra asked me, in a husky voice. I was shocked at her dirty talk. “Come on Richie, be honest with me, I bet if you had the chance, you’d just love to be fucking me right now wouldn’t you, rather than just wanking off?” she asked me with a little grin. “Too bloody right Sandra” I replied, increasing my pace of stroking, “but you’ve a fine rear too. I think, maybe, I’d like to get you on all fours and pound into you from the rear” I said boldly, getting more excited as we talked dirty to one another while we watched each other masturbate. “Richie, I just love being fucked doggie style” purred Sandra, grinning at me. Then she asked me, “Would you want to spunk deep inside me as you fucked me from behind Richie? I bet you’d love to fill my wet pussy with your spunk while you played with my boobs as they hung down, wobbling as you pounded in and out of my sticky, hot, dripping wet pussy, wouldn’t you?” I looked at Sandra’s body, trying to visualise her breasts. “If you’re wondering how big my tits are, they’re a slightly saggy 36C Richie” she said as she continued fingering herself. “Ample for pleasure, and plenty to grab hold of when getting fucked from behind”.    “Nice” I said as I stroked my hard cock faster as I imagined doing her from behind  “God ……. That’s good” she mumbled, watching me as she fingered herself. “Sandra” I croaked desperately, “I’m nearly there”. “Going to cum for me, Richie, are you?” Sandra panted in a loud whisper as she fingered herself faster. “Want to spunk do you Richie?” she asked me. “Excited by a mature woman watching you wank off?” “Fuck yes!” I managed to croak.    “Well do it! Let me see you cum. Come on now, show me how much spunk you can spurt out you horny sod!” Sandra hissed dirtily as she watched me masturbate. So, I did. I shot my load of spunk up into the air, like a fountain. My cock pumped so much spunk that it overflowed and began dripping to the floor of the coach. “Fuck yes, that’s it” Sandra moaned. Then she shuddered as she reached her climax from fingering herself. After a few minutes of satisfied sighs, we looked at one another. She smiled widely at me. “God, I needed that” she said, not embarrassed in the least. “Me too” I said, grinning back at her, my sticky cock still in my hand. “I could tell Richie” she giggled. “Richie, that was just what I needed at my age. It makes me feel that I’m still appreciated as a sexy woman. Thanks for letting me watch you” Sandra said.    “Anytime Sandra, anytime” I said as I looked about for something to clean myself up with. Sandra handed me her knickers. “I think you need these more than I do right now Richie” she said, gigging. “True” I said, thanking her as I used them to wipe myself clean. When I tried to hand them back to her, Sandra just said, “Consider them a souvenir”. When it came time to go our separate ways, Sandra hugged my tight, and kissed me passionately while squeezing my behind. When I got home, and was unpacking, I discovered Sandra had slipped a note with her work phone number on it into the pocket of my jeans. It read, “Richie, if you were serious about tossing off for me again, then please, give me a call and we can arrange something, soon I hope. Loved watching you, would love watching you again, Sandra. PS: Hope you’ll use my knickers again when having a wank, and remember me when you do, XXX. PPS: Here’s my Yahoo messenger screen name if you want any ‘quality’ webcam time. PPPS: I’m alone in my office at lunch times, and I have the only key to the door. Fancy doing me on all fours in my office one lunch time? I know I’d love it. Hopefully I’ll see you soon, love, Sandy”. Just to say, she did, and her desk has never been the same since.