He licks faster and faster, she moans and knows she is about to explode in his mouth. He feels her shudder as the hot juices pour out of her into his ...outh. She moves down his body and leans down to capture his lips in a kiss, tasting herself on his lips. She kisses him with all her passion. She moves slowly, running her mouth all over him. Licking and sucking his neck, his ears. She moves lower and takes his nipple into her mouth, circling it with her tongue until it is taut. Her tongue leaves. Then a few times he bumped me when the train didn't lurch.He didn't apologise but I said very quietly don't worry. He pressed against me and I pressed back. I soon got a huge hard-on.He reached behind himself and put his hand on my stiff cock. No one could see anything because the carriage was so crowded.He kept his hand on my cock and started to fondle me through my trousers. I whispered in his ear 'nice aftershave.' He held my cock and squeezed a bit. Then he put his hand in my pocket. Bumped. The pain od that first time was intense but I did not want him to stop. He pulled out and ejaculated onto my belly and my tits. Several thick white streams jetted from the tip of his cock. He made these deep grunting sounds. I have been told that I make a yipping sound when I am being fucked. I am so lost in the moment that I guess I don't notice this. I was sad when Gene did finally leave for the Marines. We had fucked quite a few times before he actually left. When a person has a limb. While wearing a skimpy little outfit. I often dress up and hit the highway around dusk, flashing truck drivers as I slowly pass them wearing a short skirt, garter belt, sheer nylons and heels. Giving them a peek at my long legs and lace panties with my skirt hiked up usually gets me a blast from their air horn or a flash of their headlights. Warm, moonlit nights always prompt me to slip into something sexy and take a ride. This is a little story of one I took last August. It had been really hot.