Last ride home, Fucked by a stranger on a train

"Sasha, come on! We're going to miss it!" Hannah hurried ahead.

Sasha struggled to keep up with her friend. Her feet were sore from dancing all night and the shoes she was wearing weren't practical for running. But Hannah was right: this was the last train home, so they couldn't afford to miss it.

"I'm coming!" she shouted, more to warn Hannah that she was lagging than anything else.

Hannah stopped and waited for her. She took Sasha's hand. "Not yet you aren't."

It took Sasha a moment to catch the double meaning of her words. She grinned. "Maybe I will on the train…"

"We need to catch it first." Hannah pulled Sasha along. "Come on, we're nearly there."

The station was up ahead. They reached it out of breath—with plenty time to spare.

"You had me running in high heels for nothing," Sasha grumbled.

Hannah pulled her close. "Better to be early than to sleep on the platform tonight."

Sasha couldn't argue with that.

"So…you said you wanted to come on the train." Hannah smiled, but there was a hunger in her eyes

Sasha had just been joking. The kind of thing you say when you're tipsy and your friend just said something suggestive. But now Hannah was close. Her soft curves pressing against her, her parted lips and those mesmerising eyes made Sasha increasingly hot and flustered.

The alcohol in her blood made her just reckless enough. She linked her arms behind Hannah's neck and closed the remaining space between them. Hannah's lips were soft underneath hers. She gasped and opened them to let Sasha in. A small moan escaped Sasha's throat as she traced the inside of Hannah's teeth with her tongue. Hannah pressed herself closer against Sasha, her heat palpable through the thin material of their clothes.

A low throb started in Sasha's core. One hand was on the small of her back, the other cradled her head, keeping her firmly in place. Sasha had no plans to go anywhere. She'd fooled around with women before—and she and Hannah had often joked about sleeping together—but they'd never acted on it. Feeling the searing heat between them now, Sasha wondered why not.

Hannah was all soft curves, little gasps and breathless moans, and Sasha loved every minute of it. She couldn't stop her hands from caressing Hannah's back, sliding lower to cup her cute ass. Maybe this would all backfire and they'd be horrified at what they'd done come morning, but right now, kissing Hannah felt right. And it wasn't like Hannah was a reluctant participant—she pressed Sasha against the wall and pushed a hand between her thighs. Sasha's breath hitched. She'd felt naughty all evening not to be wearing knickers, but she hadn't expected anyone to find out her little secret. Hannah showed her appreciation with a giggle as her fingers brushed along Sasha's naked pussy lips. The throb in her core became an ache—one she needed relief for.

A disembodied voice cut through their moment of passion, announcing that their train was about to arrive. Hannah pulled away and for a few seconds, they stared at each other, panting. Sasha feared that Hannah would regret the kiss, that she would retreat and pretend it didn't happen. But then her friend smiled, the grin wicked and delighted.

"That was so good." Hannah licked her lips. "I never knew you were such an amazing kisser."

Sasha blushed, heat stinging her cheeks. "You're not too bad either."

"It's a good thing the train's coming." She stroked Sasha's face. "I was very tempted to take things further."

Sasha swallowed. That sounded like heaven. "No need to stop now."

"Oh, I fully intend to keep going once we're aboard."

Lust pooled in Sasha's core. "That would be amazing."

The train arrived, cutting off Hannah's reply. As soon as the doors opened, she pulled Sasha into the carriage with her.

"Oh good, it's nearly empty." Hannah giggled and kissed Sasha again, pulling away almost immediately. "Let's go find a place to sit." She wagged her eyebrows suggestively.

Sasha felt giddy. It had been an amazing evening already. She didn't get out much anymore lately. Studying for her exams had forced her to be glued to her desk the last few weeks, but Hannah had convinced her to let loose for one night. Going to London for an evening of dancing, drinking and fun had been a great idea. Sasha felt more relaxed and happier than she had in ages. And now the last ride home was going to be sexy as hell.

The train lurched as it pulled away, throwing Sasha towards Hannah. Hannah laughed and grabbed her hand. "All we need is a seat. Come on, I want to get started."

They stumbled along the corridor. Hannah pushed open the door to what looked like an empty carriage. Only when they'd stepped in did Sasha notice the lone man sitting just ahead. He seemed lost in his own world, his hat drawn down, gazing out the window at the lights flashing by.

Sasha shared a look with Hannah and could tell she was thinking the same thing. The night had just got a lot more interesting.

She followed Hannah who sat down, seeming to deliberately choose the bench next to where the guy was sitting.

Sasha sat nearby, dropping her scarf and handbag onto the seat.

Hannah leaned forward, grinning. "Let's see if we can get this guy interested."

Sasha glanced at the man who looked like he was trying hard to stay disinterested. She turned back to Hannah. "What do you have in mind?"

"Let's just pick up where we left off."

Sasha shot another look at the guy. There was no way he'd be oblivious to what they were doing once they started—they were in full view of him. Suddenly the stakes were much higher. This was no longer a sexy make-out session with her friend. They were not only going to put on a display for a stranger, but chances were, that stranger would want to join in as well. To her surprise, that thought appealed to her very much. She didn't consider herself adventurous when it came to sex, but tonight all bets were off. Her pussy was on fire and she was up for anything. Including being fucked by a stranger.

Hannah kissed Sasha's cheek, her lips only just brushing her skin. Goosebumps stood out on Sasha's flesh as Hannah caressed her arm. Sasha closed her eyes, revelling in the soft kisses her friend trailed along her neck, finding that perfect spot beneath her ear. She ran her fingers along Hannah's bare arm, mimicking the soft, gentle strokes of Hannah's fingers.

She moaned softly when Hannah's hand brushed over her breast. Her sensitive nipples hardened under her friend's touch. Behind her, she could hear the guy shift on the bench. They certainly had his attention now. But she wasn't interested in the guy. Not yet, anyway. The way Hannah was kissing her, the way her lips kept finding Sasha's, was too delicious to ruin by thinking about a man. Although she knew herself well enough to know that when things started to really heat up, she'd be gasping for a hard cock inside her. But for now, she was absorbed with Hannah's soft, delicate kisses.

She couldn't see the guy behind her, but Hannah kept glancing over, gauging the poor man's reaction. Sasha knew they looked damn sexy—she in her sparkly mini dress and Hannah in her off-the-shoulder ensemble. They'd drawn looks all night but had made a clear pact to go home that night together. It was much more fun that way.

Hannah took her time. Sasha was always much more impatient, preferring to rip clothes off and go at it. But she had to admit that the slow caresses made her hotter than her usual urgency ever could. Hannah's hands slid lower, pulling up her already short dress and cupping her ass. It felt incredibly naughty to have her bare cheeks on the wooden seat, in full display of the guy behind her.

She could hear the guy take off his jacket. Catching Hannah's gaze, she grinned. It was gratifying to know they were having that effect on a total stranger. She just wished he would join in already, but maybe he was too much of a gentleman.

After a bit more fooling around, it was clear the guy was keeping his distance. Sasha was worried he was simply not interested, but if that were the case, surely he'd have left by now?

Hannah leaned forward. "I'm going on the offensive."

"Cool with me."

Hannah climbed over Sasha and took her place opposite the guy. He smiled nervously but stayed where he was, which was a good sign. Sasha sat back, happy to watch her friend work her sexy magic.

Hannah spread her legs, allowing her short skirt to ride up higher. The guy understandably couldn't keep his eyes off her, following her hands as she trailed them over her bare legs towards the apex of her thighs.

It was so horny going from exhibitionist to voyeur and Sasha leaned back onto the bench. Her hand slid between her thighs to cup her sodden and aching sex. Her time would come—she loved teasing and being teased until she couldn't stand it anymore. And watching Hannah was more arousing than she would've imagined.

Her friend was gorgeous and sexy, and when she slipped off her white cotton panties, the guy wasn't the only one who gasped with lust. She was mesmerised by Hannah's hands sliding the thin fabric down her legs. When Hannah pulled the fabric over her feet, Sasha caught a glimpse of her pussy lips, the pink folds glistening with her juices.

Sasha got up. Sliding her dress straps off her shoulders, she knelt on the bench behind the guy. She wanted to have a good view of Hannah when he fucked her.

Hannah was done playing. She got up and kissed the guy. Sasha massaged his back, rubbing her nipples against him and relishing the friction. Hannah pulled his hat off, so she could kiss him better. It was hot to watch them together, to hear their gasps, but part of her felt left out. Then Hannah looked up and caught her eye. She straightened and kissed Sasha. Instantly, Sasha forgot her worries.

Hannah unzipped the man's trousers. Sasha was happy she'd chosen to be behind him to she could see the action up close. As his cock sprang free, Hannah started rubbing it. Sasha leaned around and closed her hand over Hannah's. Hannah bent her head to take the guy in her mouth. The train lurched and Sasha almost lost her balance. Giggling, she knelt back down on the bench and stroked the guy's firm chest. He was fitter than he'd looked at first glance and she couldn't wait to have a turn.

Still sucking him, Hannah unzipped the top part of her dress and took off her bra. Sasha admired her friend's multitasking skills, but upon seeing her breasts, she mewled with lust. Hannah took the hint and got up, still stroking the guy's cock. She offered her breasts to Sasha, who hungrily kissed and sucked the pert nipples. Far too soon Hannah knelt back down again, bending her head once more over the guy's cock.

Sasha stretched her legs on either side behind the guy. She kissed his neck and cheek, enjoying the feeling of his ass against her groin. Eager for some friction, she scooted forwards, tilting her hips so her cunt could rub against him.

Hannah pulled him forwards, though, so she could ride him. Sasha grunted in frustration, but the moment Hannah lowered herself onto the guy's cock, she forgot about her need. This was what she wanted—to watch her friend get fucked hard. Hannah started slow, but it didn't take long for her to be caught up in the heat of the moment and she climbed onto the bench so she could ride him harder. Sasha loved it as it provided her with a better view. She sat on the edge of the bench and spread her legs wider. Her fingers found her slit and as she watched Hannah take her pleasure from the stranger, she started rubbing herself. Hannah leaned over and sucked Sasha's breasts making her gasp with need.

It was all so naughty—her friend riding a stranger while she rubbed herself in anticipation of her turn. She wished the moment would never end. Hannah glowed in the throes of her passion. Her moans became louder and higher-pitched as she neared her climax. Sasha always loved watching women come when watching porn, but it was something entirely different—and altogether much sexier—to watch your friend get an orgasm in real life. She worried the guy would come as well, but, amazingly, he held off.

Panting, Hannah climbed off and helped Sasha down from the bench. Sasha was trembling with lust, her pussy throbbing with the need to be filled. Sitting opposite them, Hannah guided the guy's cock towards Sasha's entrance. Sasha gasped as she lowered herself. The guy was big and he stretched her deliciously. The large head of his cock pressed against her G-spot before settling deep inside her.

Hannah wasn't content with just watching as Sasha had been. She reached out and started rubbing Sasha's clit while Sasha bounced up and down the hard cock underneath her. When Hannah had fucked the guy, Sasha hadn't paid much attention to him. Her eyes had been on Hannah. But the guy was good. He grabbed her ass and guided her up and down, moving his hips in time with her thrusts.

It was incredible to be pleasured by two people. Hannah attended to her clit and breasts and the guy pounded her from below. He grabbed one of her breasts, rolling her nipple between his fingers. Pleasure washed over her and she sunk into a fog of bliss. Hannah kissed her and fondled her breasts, but then attended to her own needs. Sasha felt a stab of pride to know that her friend was turned on by watching them.

The guy got up and pushed her towards Hannah, bending her over so he could pound her from behind. His cock dragged along her pussy walls and she clenched around him. He groaned but didn't increase his pace. Every thrust pushed her higher, closer to the edge form which she was desperate to fall. Hannah lavished her attention on Sasha, making everything feel so much better. The guy sped up his thrusts, pushing her towards Hannah.

It was incredible to share a guy with Hannah. It made it even hotter that they didn't know him. He was just there to service them, to give them pleasure. Tension rose inside her, coiling deep in her belly. She wasn't ready for an orgasm yet, she wanted to draw out her pleasure until she couldn't stand it anymore.

She pushed the man away. Hannah arched her eyebrow, but Sasha merely grinned at her. She turned around and pushed the guy down on the bench before straddling him. The difference in position was delicious. At this angle, the guys cock could press harder against her G-spot, making stars shoot behind her eyelids.

Hannah took place behind the guy. Sasha's skin prickled at the look of lust on her friend's face. Being watched while she was fucked was hotter than she could've imagined, especially since it was her friend who did the watching. Had it not been for her raging arousal, fuelled by the lengthy kisses and the alcohol, she would've been too shy to let herself go like this. But she was grateful that she'd found the courage to do it.

The guy helped her lie back, her head and shoulders onto the opposite bench. Hannah straddled him from behind and kissed him as he pounded into Sasha. She welcomed the discomfort of the wooden bench digging into her shoulders. It brought her back into the moment and focused her mind. The discomfort paired with the intense pleasure of being fucked hard swept her higher. Pure ecstasy coursed through her and she braced herself against the backrest.

Hannah reached between her and the guy and flicked her clit with insistent, pointed fingers. Sasha's breath came in gasps. She didn't think it was possible to get any more pleasure, but then the guy grabbed her breasts, not bothering to be gentle with her anymore. She arched her back, as the pleasure built higher until the dam of her resolve broke and pure bliss flooded her.

Hannah helped her get up. Her legs were shaking, but she knew her job wasn't done. They had used the guy for their pleasure, but that didn't mean he didn't deserve to come. She knelt between his legs and took his cock in her hand. Hannah joined her, her hand over Sasha's. Kissing each other passionately, they brought the guy to a climax. He groaned as his seed spurt over their hands.

Sasha shared a look with Hannah and they grinned. Getting up, they both kissed the guy. After all, he'd been very good.

Their stop was announced and Hannah squealed. She took Sasha's hand and they quickly gathered their things. Hannah was still zipping up her dress when the doors opened and they stepped out. On the platform, they watched the train depart. They caught a glimpse of the guy in the window, a dazed look on his face.

Hannah linked her arm through Sasha's. "That was fucking amazing."

Sasha's legs wobbled and she clutched Hannah gratefully. "I'd definitely do that again."

Smiling happily, they walked home together.

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