Flashback to one evening, on an almost empty train ride home from work

One evening, on an almost empty train ride home from work in Melbourne, a lady came and took her seat opposite me. I didn’t notice at first, but after a minute I saw her beautiful face. She was around 35-40, and I was 25 at the time. She had nice curves in all the right places. Our eyes met, and she looked away. Again, our eyes met, this time she held her gaze, and smiled. I nervously glanced away briefly before locking eyes with her once more. She smiled again, and I smiled too. She leaned in closer to me and said, “You have beautiful eyes. Get off this train”. I don’t know what came over me but next minute I am off that train, and she is leading the way through Southern Cross station.

Following closely behind her up the escalators, she looked back and smiled at me. She wanted me, and before I could do or say anything, she took hold of my hands. I was beyond nervous; she would’ve felt my hands trembling with excitement. She kissed me on my lips, and just like that, she seized the crown for the best kiss I have ever had. We kissed again, completely oblivious to those around us. PDAs are foreign to me, so it wasn’t long before I said, “there are so many people around us”. She grabbed my hand and led me outside the station to catch the tram to Port Melbourne.

We got off the tram hand in hand and found a quieter place to pick up where we left off. Kissing each other like nobody’s business. She slid her hand inside my shirt and put my hand on her lower back. My tantalising tour of her mouth unleashed the great explorer in me. I needed more of her, I teased her lips with mine with a little breath play as I traced my finger from her lip across her cheek to her ear, down her neck across her décolletage, and down to her cleavage. Meanwhile, my other hand sinfully slipped a little further south to bring her even closer to me. One hand was busy on her booty while the other seductively caressed her heaving bosom. She lowered my head onto her perfect pillows to sense just how fast her heart was beating. My tongue homed in on the first nipple I saw standing to full attention, begging to be lip smacked. While sucking on that sweet treat I couldn’t ignore her craving for my hands between her legs having repositioned me within close reach of her hungry pussy.

She was so sensitive to my touch; it wouldn’t have been fair to tease her too much. I traced her bikini line, and with each stroke of either side of her perfectly manicured lips I made sure I did a full sweep of her saturated slit. “In, in” she gasped with each sweeping motion. I couldn’t deny her any longer. I thrusted one finger in, and followed that up with a second, hooking them in just right. She moaned like anything. Sexual symphonies are my aural addiction.

Darkness certainly exposed her inner Dom as she moved my head between her legs. I had never done that in my life but began licking her like ice cream. After a while she held my face so tight and unexpectedly came in my mouth, forcing me to drink her elixir. A surprisingly new addition to the list of experiences I wasn’t prepared that day.

She swiftly unzipped my pants and started stroking my penis before diving headfirst onto my rock-hard cock, sucking very hard. Oh, I can’t explain that feeling. I let her know when I was about to come, and she said don’t come in her mouth, so I moved back just enough to come all over her face too.