The Morning Ride (an erotic short story with exhibitionism, light BDSM) by Delilah Devlin Page B
Authors: Delilah Devlin
Tags: Short-Story
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day when he counted down the cars until he found the one she always sat inside, he wondered if the thrill would still be there. Today, it was definitely alive.
Her legs turned to the side, and she slid one thigh over the other, the quick split teasing him. If she were his, if they’d been alone, he’d have snuck a hand between her thighs, preventing her from closing them tight, and sunk his fingers into her cunt.
Her lush mouth would open, her teeth biting into her lip, her lids sliding down over her wide brown eyes to give him a dreamy, sex-starved look that would have him on his knees in a second and spreading those thighs wide. Daniel breathed evenly but deeply and sank deeper into his fantasy.
The people around them faded to shadows; the rumble of the train quieted so that all he could hear were her moans and the succulent clasping of her pussy.
His hands smoothed up the inside of her thighs. She lifted her butt off the seat, and he pushed up her skirt to expose the modest white panties that covered her sex and bottom.
Rather than closing her legs to pull down her underwear, he tucked a finger under the banding at one side and pulled her panties aside to expose her folds. Then he bent close, noting the way her fingers grabbed the edge of the seat and she fell back, scooting her butt closer to the edge and her pussy against his mouth.
Her scent, baby powder and subtle female musk, ripened as he stuck his nose into her folds and swirled his mouth and chin in the moisture spilling from inside her.
Her cunt lips flared then retreated, sucking at air, and he poked his stiffened tongue inside her, fucking her while his thumb rubbed her clit.
Her breaths grew ragged, tinged with moans, and she lifted her legs, hung her thighs over his shoulders, and dug her heels into his back. He rimmed her entrance then lapped upward, pulling back her hood then fluttering the tip of his tongue against her clit while he thrust two fingers inside her.
Her sex clenched around him, more scalding liquid surrounded the digits, easing his way as he pumped inside her.
“Please, please,” she groaned.
His cock was engorged, the skin stretching painfully around it; his balls ached. He gently pushed her thighs off his shoulders and opened his pants, pushing them down just far enough so that he could reach inside and free his cock. His white dress shirt split around it; his pants framed the bottom side. The woman reached down and grabbed his shaft and scooted off the seat. Her feet parted over his spread thighs, and she squatted over his cock, flexing thighs and buttocks to sink onto him, then rise and sink again.
His hands curved around her ass and bit into the soft flesh, forcing her pace faster, her downward thrusts deeper. When her head fell back and her clothed breasts scraped up and down his chest, he powered upward, meeting her downward drives with sharp stabs of his cock, until she issued a short, strangled scream and came.
“Excuse me,” came a voice beside him. And the man beside him rose swiftly and headed out the doors as they slid open.
Daniel was relieved for the interruption because he’d been seconds from an embarrassing eruption. He didn’t glance up to check the stops; he’d kept her in his sights the whole time he’d daydreamed about fucking her, and she hadn’t moved. They shared the same destination.
When she gathered her things, he folded his paper and placed it on the seat beside him, rubbing a hand surreptitiously over his cock to make sure it stayed against his belly, stiff, but aligned with his zipper and therefore less noticeable. Then he sat forward.
The train rumbled to a stop. The doors swished open. The woman took a deep breath, shouldered her tote bag, and rose. He followed her out the doors a second behind, not allowing anyone else to come between them. Not because he intended to stop her today, but because no one was going to steal his view of her backside as she walked ahead of him.
Goddamn,
Her legs turned to the side, and she slid one thigh over the other, the quick split teasing him. If she were his, if they’d been alone, he’d have snuck a hand between her thighs, preventing her from closing them tight, and sunk his fingers into her cunt.
Her lush mouth would open, her teeth biting into her lip, her lids sliding down over her wide brown eyes to give him a dreamy, sex-starved look that would have him on his knees in a second and spreading those thighs wide. Daniel breathed evenly but deeply and sank deeper into his fantasy.
The people around them faded to shadows; the rumble of the train quieted so that all he could hear were her moans and the succulent clasping of her pussy.
His hands smoothed up the inside of her thighs. She lifted her butt off the seat, and he pushed up her skirt to expose the modest white panties that covered her sex and bottom.
Rather than closing her legs to pull down her underwear, he tucked a finger under the banding at one side and pulled her panties aside to expose her folds. Then he bent close, noting the way her fingers grabbed the edge of the seat and she fell back, scooting her butt closer to the edge and her pussy against his mouth.
Her scent, baby powder and subtle female musk, ripened as he stuck his nose into her folds and swirled his mouth and chin in the moisture spilling from inside her.
Her cunt lips flared then retreated, sucking at air, and he poked his stiffened tongue inside her, fucking her while his thumb rubbed her clit.
Her breaths grew ragged, tinged with moans, and she lifted her legs, hung her thighs over his shoulders, and dug her heels into his back. He rimmed her entrance then lapped upward, pulling back her hood then fluttering the tip of his tongue against her clit while he thrust two fingers inside her.
Her sex clenched around him, more scalding liquid surrounded the digits, easing his way as he pumped inside her.
“Please, please,” she groaned.
His cock was engorged, the skin stretching painfully around it; his balls ached. He gently pushed her thighs off his shoulders and opened his pants, pushing them down just far enough so that he could reach inside and free his cock. His white dress shirt split around it; his pants framed the bottom side. The woman reached down and grabbed his shaft and scooted off the seat. Her feet parted over his spread thighs, and she squatted over his cock, flexing thighs and buttocks to sink onto him, then rise and sink again.
His hands curved around her ass and bit into the soft flesh, forcing her pace faster, her downward thrusts deeper. When her head fell back and her clothed breasts scraped up and down his chest, he powered upward, meeting her downward drives with sharp stabs of his cock, until she issued a short, strangled scream and came.
“Excuse me,” came a voice beside him. And the man beside him rose swiftly and headed out the doors as they slid open.
Daniel was relieved for the interruption because he’d been seconds from an embarrassing eruption. He didn’t glance up to check the stops; he’d kept her in his sights the whole time he’d daydreamed about fucking her, and she hadn’t moved. They shared the same destination.
When she gathered her things, he folded his paper and placed it on the seat beside him, rubbing a hand surreptitiously over his cock to make sure it stayed against his belly, stiff, but aligned with his zipper and therefore less noticeable. Then he sat forward.
The train rumbled to a stop. The doors swished open. The woman took a deep breath, shouldered her tote bag, and rose. He followed her out the doors a second behind, not allowing anyone else to come between them. Not because he intended to stop her today, but because no one was going to steal his view of her backside as she walked ahead of him.
Goddamn,
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