Quiet platform. Early morning haze. I spot her waiting for my train. Blonde bombshell. Huge tits straining her blouse. Wide hips. High heels clicking softly. My cock twitches instantly. She’s flipping through a magazine. Plump ass shifting as she reads. I pay my bar tab. Ignore the waitress. Approach her slow.
“Pardon, ma’am, Vichy train?” She smiles up. Dives me straight into her cleavage. Two massive wonders. “Yes, sir. Due any minute.” Elegant voice. Bourgeoise vibe. We chat. Weather. Delays. Train pulls in. Empty cars. We grab a square facing each other. Her magazine tempts. “Tigress in bed?” quiz. I lean in. Eyes on her tits. “You one?”
The Electric Contact
She blushes. I push. “You’re my type. Sexy as hell.” No slap. She grins. Defensive but flattered. “Appas to damn a saint.” Gaze locked in her cleavage. “Naughty boy.” My knee nudges hers. Foot slides under table. Electric spark. She doesn’t pull away. No room anyway. Controller comes. “Tickets.”
I foot her calf. Hand grazes knee. She fumbles. Lost ticket. Face crimson. Controller barks loud. Wagon hears. She’s humiliated. Tears well. I snap. “I’ll pay the fine. Back off.” Standoff. Eyes lock. He backs down. Colleague intervenes. I settle it quick. She grabs my hand. “Thank you. Galant savior.”
Passengers stare. Like she’s a thief. I squeeze her hand. “Come on. Empty compartment next door.” She follows. Door clicks shut. I pin her. Full mouth kiss. Tongues clash hungry. Hands roam. Lift her dress. Squeeze soft rolls. God, her fat turns me feral. Free those monster tits. Heavy. Nipples hard. Suck deep.
Indiscreet Ecstasy and Silent Exit
Kneel. String aside. Pussy bald. Dripping wet. Tongue dives in. Slurps echo soft. Legs buckle. Lay her on bench. Devour. Train rattles. Muffled. Her moans stifled. “Fuck my husband.” 69 now. Her mouth engulfs my cock. Sucks like a pro. Gagging quiet. Saliva drips. I want in raw. No rubber. Risk it. She’s clean. I am too.
Thrust deep. Her fat thighs clamp. Tits bounce wild. Pounding hard. Announcement crackles. Station nearing. Curtain gap. Guy watches. Shadow shifts. Light filters thin. I hammer faster. She bites lip. Muffled screams. Cums bucking. Tigress unleashed. Voyeur glued. Pull out last second. Spray hot cum on belly. Tits glazed thick.
Train slows. Creaks. He looks away. We scramble. Wipe jizz hasty. Her perfume sprays heavy. Masks sex stink. Door hisses. Descend. Cross tracks silent. Heart pounds. Her man waits outside. Arm out. She smiles innocent. I hit toilets. Clean up. Stock condoms.
Next platform. Big brunette. Long hair. Wide ass. Garage for cocks. “Clermont train here?” She eyes me. Not shy. My lucky day.