It wasn't until it was resting along the length of my slit, massaging me as the train rocked, that it hit me--it was a fucking cock! The guy had got ...is dick out and had it between my legs, on the bloody tube! I had fantasised of fucking a stranger in public but not on the tube; this was so erotic I couldn't help myself. I changed my position slightly and lifted one leg a little more. Slowly he pushed his cock into me, penetrating my pussy on the packed train. At least three bodies were. He openedhis eyes and his throat was dry and hoarse. A dull ache seemed to beprotruding out of his forehead. He rolled out of bed with a groan, andwalked wearily to the front door, squinting at the sunlight that wascoming through the apartment windows."Good afternoon, party girl," Clara said when he opened the door. "Andcute nails by the way."Jon looked down at his painted toenails and at his hands. He shruggedsleepily."What time is it?" Oh, about one thirty," Clara said. "What time did you get. An hour later Andre was in our living room, shirtless, kissing me as he undid my top and exposed my bra. My husband had his phone out filming it. Andre then unzipped my skirt and let it fall off my hips. Andre pulled me close to him as he kissed me, pulling my exposed stomach to his. Moments later I was sinking to my knees and undoing Andre's pants. I knew my husband loved the visual of seeing me on my knees sucking a strangers cock. I undid Andre's pants and knew that in the seconds to come I. I had Vicky order for us because I couldn’t even read the menu. While waiting for our food, Vicky put her arms on the table. I took her hands and held them. I could feel my heart beating and wondered if she was able to hear it. Our dinner arrived and I hated having to let go of her hands. We talked during dinner. I asked her a question I ask a lot of people. ‘Where would you like to find yourself in five years?’ I could see her thinking about it. ‘I’m not sure. If I find the right man I would.