I had slept like a baby after a night of the most exhilarating sexual experience I think I had ever had. However, I was startled awake by my phone ringing in the other room. I jumped out of my daughter’s bed and into my room, glancing back quickly at my little angel peacefully resting. Her white nightie was all twisted and pulled up, exposing her pink cotton panties and her flat tummy. She was on her side, in the fetal position, her butt sticking out and a hand between her legs. I noticed the mark on her neck had fully darkened, she was going to need to cover that up before she went to school today. I hoped she had the right kind of makeup or whatever for that.

I grabbed the phone and answered, “Hello?”

“Tony. I’m glad you answered. I wanted to catch you before you headed in to work today.”

It was my boss. His tone was very serious.

Why was my boss calling me?

I started to panic.

Somehow he knew. I was to be fired, arrested even… My hands began to shake…

“I need a favor. Richard is sick as a dog and I need a good man to go on a short day trip. We have a potential client and I need someone smart and reliable to go and meet these guys and sell them on what we do.”

A wave of relief washed over me. The tension and the shaking stopped and I turned into jelly and fell on my bed.

“What about Logan?” I asked, referring to our companies lead salesman. I wasn’t even in sales. I was a product manager, though I had worked in quite a few other departments in my many years in the company.

“Logan is still reeling in a big fish. This new client isn’t small change, but doesn’t even come close to what he is working on. He’s been courting these guys for weeks now. He finally got them negotiating, but he thinks he’s going to need at least a few more days. Since Ricky is sick that leaves me with no one. You know this company and the product better than anyone else here, and even though you’ve never worked sales I know you can do this. We need to show them that we won’t make them wait, that we can be responsive to their needs, so I need you to take a train out there this morning and make a pitch. I’m confident that they’ll accept and you can come back tonight with a big fat commission bonus. How’s that sound?”

Extra money would be great. I hadn’t taken a trip in a while. Whenever I got vacation time I would just use it to fix things around the house or spend a little extra time at the bar.

“You can count on me, boss.” I replied with a level of enthusiasm I thought he’d want to hear. I knew the most important thing that mattered in business was how you presented yourself. I wanted him to think that I would jump at the opportunity to help the company and to further prove my value, while in reality I wasn’t crazy about the idea of traveling or making a sales pitch, but I would do it for the money. I knew what these guys generally made in commission, and if this sale was a moderate size one like he was suggesting it would still be more than enough for a trip.

“Great, I’ll email you all the details. The train you need to catch leaves in an hour.”

I hung up the phone and jumped in the shower. I washed the dried cum from last night out of my pubes and scrubbed my body thoroughly.

I heard one of the bathroom doors open, then footsteps. Shit. What was she up to now?

I tried to rise off as fast as I could and shut the water off.

She was too fast.

The curtain opened revealing a very naked petite teen. Her body was perfection. Her frame was slim but she had filled out. I always thought of her as having a dancers body. Toned but small.
At least she wasn’t wearing the pigtails…

She casually stepped into the shower and without a word grabbed the lufa and started to lather up her body. The bubbled rolled over her perky erect nipples and down over her navel and between her….

I swung open my side of the curtain and stepped out of the shower. I had a train to catch, and I was feeling guilty. Guilty and very weird. Not only had I crossed a line, multiple times, but it seemed like there was no going back anymore. I wasn’t really sure what that meant or how to handle it. Maybe this trip would be helpful to clear my head and give me some perspective.

I didn’t look back, I couldn’t. I knew seeing her would just pell me back in. But I could feel her staring at me. I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my waist. “Mr. White called, he needs me to take a business trip. I should be back tonight, but I need to run because I have a train to catch. Have a wonderful day at school pumpkin. I’ll text Sophia so that you have some company until I get back. Love ya!” I said it all in such a rush I wasn’t sure if she even understood, but I didn’t care. I could feel my cock rising.

On my way out of the bathroom I stepped over her pink cotton panties, which I could see were definitely covered in some spots with that white residue, that dried pussy cream. There was a certain pride in knowing that I had done that. Twice.

A while later I was boarding a train, with a four hour trip ahead of me. Last night had really wiped me out and I was looking forward to nodding off for a little while. Something about the motions and the sound of a train from the inside was very soothing and sleep-inducing for me.

I put my sunglasses on, so no one could see if my eyes were open or not, and got comfy in a seat all by myself. I rested my head back and kicked a foot up onto the seat across from me and let my body go limp.

I slipped in and out of dreamland for a while. When I woke up for the last time I felt very re-energized and ready to take on the world.

I was surprised at how sparsely attended the train was. We must have past the major commuting destination, and very few people must stick around for the outlying cities. There was a young couple sitting diagonally from me about 6 rows down and a fat old man with guitar case toward the far end. That was it. Maybe we just picked the unpopular train car. Maybe the others were bustling with people.

My attention fell on the young couple.They looked like college freshmen, maybe heading home from the city, getting a jumpstart on their weekend. She was a bombshell. The kind of girl that then I was that age never even talked to me, let alone dated me. She had thick curly blonde hair, huge boobs, and those fake eyebrows that were so popular these days. A gold crucifix necklace hung around her neck, and she had big hoop earrings. She was wearing a tight black skirt and a baby blue sweater with the initials of some local college. I know is isn’t right to judge a book by its cover but I would bet my life that she was a cheerleader in high school, majored in psychology, thought she was in true love with this guy even though it wouldn’t last a year, and had serious daddy issues.

He looked cookie cutter as well. Broad-shouldered and a five o’clock shadow, tattoos down his arms, and already age lines showing on his face, probably from all the cigarettes and straight whiskey. In another five years he’d look 40 at this rate. He probably had a big thick cock and fucked her real hard. But he probably also basically ignored her most of the time, and putting out for him was her way of winning his attention…

Damn I was feeling judgy. Maybe they were on their way to some honor’s society award ceremony or something…

Whatever.

I watched them interact, and though I couldn’t tell what they were talking about, my initial suspicions seemed to be validated through his body language. At some point while they were talking he said something and gave a shit eating grin and her face tightened up, and her eyebrows narrowed. She threw the magazine she had been flipping through at him and got up and started walking, in my direction.

As she passed I couldn’t help by flash a friendly and sympathetic smile her way. I think it caught her off guard because there was a delayed reaction, but she smiled back at me. Then she exited the cart.

After a few minutes the sliding door opened and she returned. This time however she stopped by my side.

“Thanks for that. Random acts of kindness can really brighten someone’s day.”

“Oh, ah – no problem. You looked like you were having a rough day.”

“Well, I just wanted to thank you for that, it’s nice to know that not all men are jackasses. I wish I could return the kindness.” Her tone was soft spoken and appreciative, not the bubbly airhead I had imagined.

“No need.” I said, though that wouldn’t stop me from spending the rest of the ride imagining the many ways I would like her to return the favor.

I rested my head back, still able to see the train, but it at least looked like I might be sleeping to everyone else.
When she sat back down her boyfriend spoke with some really loud hand and body motions, obviously toward my direction. Clearly he wanted to know what the fuck “that” was about. She iced him, refusing to speak for quite some time. just when I was about to close my eyes and try to sleep just to make the commute go quicker she started talking to him again. He responded by heavily invading her space and getting really touchy. She kept refusing his advances, but after some talking she seemed to give in, or at least give up.

It was then that she looked over at me and winked.

Did I catch that right? It couldn’t have been. And if it was, what did it mean?

I soon found out. Whereas it looked like I was sleeping, and the only other person on the train car was seated behind them, it looked like they had some privacy, though I think she knew better, or at least hoped.

She kissed him and he got all up in her shit, his tongue invading her, and his hands roaming around, like they were looking for a lost child.

That was when she grabbed his hand and brought it between her legs, and under her skirt. She shifted her weight around, obviously pulling down her panites some, and guided him in further.

He got really into it immediately. His forearm and shoulder muscles pumping her crotch. I could only imagine what his fingers were doing, but I knew she was enjoying it because her whole body was rocking back and forth and her mouth opened and her eyes rolled back.

Her hand was still on his wrist and she was at least somewhat in control.

He was so caught up in what he was doing he didn’t seem to remember he was in public. She on the other hand would ever so often look over at me and wink, or lick her lips.

I wanted to show her I was watching, but I was worried that if I did it would be at the same time her boyfriend happened to glance over. So I kept watching for a few minutes.

Their bodies were very intertwined and she was really gyrating her lower half, while being careful not to alert the old guitar player behind them of what was going on.

I finally conjured up all my courage and quickly lifted my sunglasses so that she knew I was watching. Our eyes met and locked. It was like we were connected. It was like, for a brief moment, that it was my fingers in her dripping wet cunt, and that she was gyrating into me.

My cock was at attention. This was certainly a more interesting train ride than I had imagined it would be.

I brought my hand up toward my mouth and made a “V” with two fingers and put them over my lips, and stuck my tongue through them, making licking motions.

She bit her lips and with her free hand grabbed the back of her boyfriends head and brought it to her breasts so that he wouldn’t have a chance in seeing me. Then she let go of his head and behind it formed an “O”shape and made a jerking motion. She never stopped looking at me.

Did she just ask me to masturbate for her?!

She couldn’t really see my cock if I took it out, but I think she felt the connection and wanted to see me getting some more pleasure out of this.

I hesitated, but only for a second, and then I carefully unzipped my pants and let it out. The fresh air felt nice. I grabbed it and started jerking off, right there in the middle of the train, in broad daylight. I made sure to make my movements visible enough to her that she knew what I was doing.

She seemed to be on edge. The connection between us, the way we were each vicariously pleasuring each other was unreal. We were so far, but felt so connected. I made more flicking motions with my tongue and I knew she was imagining me burying my face in her muff and going to town.

She suddenly grabbed his head with both hands and pulled him into her chest really tight and made some wild movements with her hips and then just stopped.

It was perfect timing for her, but not for me, because the train slowed and came to a stop. I quickly put myself away and zipped my pants back up and pulled out my phone to give me something to pay attention to.

The old man on the opposite end of the car got up, slung his guitar over his shoulder and exited.

The train started to move again, and next stop was mine, and it was coming up soon.

Her boyfriend got up, probably to wash his hands, and maybe even have a quick wank.

She waited only a few seconds after he left the car to get up and come over to me.She sat her full ass down opposite me and leaned over and without asking unzipped my pants.

I immediately looked all around, nervous that someone would see. By the time I looked back down at her she had my entire cock in her mouth and she was sucking it like a fucking pro.

One hand was cupping my balls while her mouth went up and down my entire shaft.

I grabbed her thick curly blonde hair between the finger of both my hands and started to move my pelvis, fucking her mouth as she sucked me.

I just kept softly whispering, “Oh my God…”

In less than a minute I was cumming. She took it all.

When I was done she gently put my dick back in my pants and zipped me up. Then she looked up at me and opened her mouth and showed her tongue. It was covered in my cum, she hadn’t swallowed it, yet.

It’s never been a thing I had ever been turned on by, but for some reason I had the urge to just french kiss her and let her give me all of it back. I wasn’t really sure if I wanted to, or if I just wanted to fantasize about it, but the thought had me rock hard again.

She then made a show of swallowing it all and showing me her empty mouth afterward. Then she stood up, I presumed to walk away. But instead she turned around and bent over. Her round ass was right in my face. She pulled her panties down real quick, providing me with an up close and personal view of her thick glistening lips and her puckering little asshole. Then she pulled her panties up and gave me one last look. Blew a kiss and walked back over to her seat and sat down.

A couple minutes later her boyfriend came back, none the wiser. I couldn’t help but grin, giggling to myself at what just transpired. he thought he was the fucking mack daddy fingering his girl on the train and no one knew, but little did he know that he was the one who had missed the real show.

I messed around on my phone until the train pulled up to my stop a short while later. I exited the train, passing a sign that said, “How was your experience? Let us know.” followed by a number. I almost wanted to call and tell them how much I loved my commute.