Dedicated to todamojada (special request) to Alexalex22, AussieAG, abc213 and Chingu, thanks for the winks! and to all, for all the nice things you wrote me! Kisses and support! Camila:love:
On Wednesday, when I was writing my previous post: “My first orgasm on the train”, far from calming down (as I thought it would), between describing each sensation, their comments, private messages, gifts, and remembering that man, my heat grew and unleashed at a level where there wasn't a moment when I was alone that could prevent me from touching myself until I got another new orgasm.
Yesterday I dressed for him, painted for him, perfumed for him. I made the usual route to the station and on the platform I found a friend's couple of my old age from which I couldn't get away until Once. I hated them even more when in Padua station I saw him peeking through the doors, looking for me, until he saw me, got off, but didn't approach when he saw me with these people, located in a place that gave absolutely nothing. I had a strong desire to cry, his gaze was piercing and I felt like every movement I made, from pulling my hair behind my ear to moistening my lips with his tongue because my mouth was drying up, was seducing him, exciting him.
That's how the journey went. We arrived at Liniers, I looked at him, he was ready to get off. He made a movement with his hand and read from his mouth... “tomorrow”, I nodded slightly with my head and lowered my gaze. The train stopped, I saw him get off, his back was huge and his long hair tied up made him even more virile. He stood in front of the window where I was, couldn't see his face, he's tall, I could see up to his shoulders, but male and wise about what I needed, lowered his hand and grabbed the luggage, as if adjusting it, lasted only a second but I knew that movement was for me, had my cock at the side of the pants, like resting on his leg, halfway stopped, I think, but it was drawn perfectly in his pants. I shuddered, could feel the same time the nipples, the use of the word: pussy and Booty, I don't know how to describe the feeling but I would summarize it in the word desire. All day and night was that image in my mind. In my mind and every millimeter of my body.
Today when waking up did my daily routine, delayed choosing clothes until I decided on a cotton mini, I know it didn't fit for that hour and my activities but I would change at the gym later. Arrived at the station, early, let a train pass, not so full, the next one took quite a while. When finally arrived, left people to get in, when they all got in the chosen door, I approached and got in. It felt eternal until Padua, my heart was beating a thousand and my only thought was almost a plea, that it be there, that it see me.
We arrived, the train slowed down its speed, stopped, doors opened, there it was! I saw him looking at me all while two or three got off, he got on ahead of the others and to my surprise grabbed my hand, looked at me, looked back at me and squeezed his fingers tight, gave me his back without letting go, said permission and pushing through the people's way, he was taking... and I was going with him. We arrived at a corner where there were no seats, pulled my hand and made me pass in front of him and sit against the train wall, facing him. My bag stayed to my side, he leaned his forearms against the wall, over my head, lifted my gaze, locked eyes, couldn't hold it, lowered his head and brushing his beard on my face got close to my neck, I could feel in his breathing that he was smelling me, and with his mouth glued to my ear said: you're driving me crazy, girl. I was so agitated and excited that I couldn't respond, nor would I know what to say. He delayed lifting his head, his long coat almost covered me, looked at his open shirt, his hairy chest, smelled like a man, although I don't know how to define that smell, it was exquisite! I don't know how but I couldn't help myself and went with my two hands to his pants, one between his legs. covering his testicles and the other to his cock, softly, barely touching it with the yolks of my fingers. At that moment I felt his mouth, he slowly bit me, kissed me, and licked my ear in a second. God, his tongue! The train had already started, lifted his head, putting himself upright, Uffff! It's enormous! I felt his foot wanting to adjust between mine, opened my legs and advanced his, his knee no longer allowed me to close them. He placed his hands on the wall now and stayed like that, looked at me, holding onto his cock with both hands, looked at me and felt in my hand as he moved it, as if giving me permission to play however I wanted. All that piece of man was mine now, his cock grew in my hands more and more for me and for me. I caressed his testicles by putting my hand well down, my middle finger stayed where they ended, the rest of my fingers massaged them, ran over them, squeezed and relaxed them softly until I managed to get them well in my hand. My other hand was running along his cock, first with the yolks of my fingers, from the head, stopping where it ends and begins the trunk, then the trunk until I bumped into the zipper of his pants, my mouth was watering and my lips were drying up at the same time, he kept doing nothing, we were his cock and I, a slut recognizing his male's cock.
I regretted not having put a towel on, felt the wet pants, my nipples exploding, his mouth so close and so far away at the same time, his cock so big and hot that it seemed to be wetting the jeans. I raised the hand holding onto his testicles and urged with my fingers until I could grab his cock well in his pants did the same with the other, both hands holding onto the trunk, unable to join the tips of my fingers and unable to grasp it all, the head remained outside of my hands, that gave me a measure, it was enormous, thick, strong, unique and mine. I couldn't help but jerk him off, he moved trying to avoid it until he couldn't anymore, lowered his hands, took mine away and bending down told me stop. little one, we're making a mess here I, stupidly, only replied, sorry. He smiled.
The train continued its normal course, I didn't know if it had stopped or not, how many stations had passed, and I didn't care. My purse was covering my side and his jacket covered me completely as he leaned against me. Since I told you before I'm 1.56 meters tall, I'm small, he's quite a bit taller than 1.80 meters, I think, so practically I didn't exist in that place.
I felt his right hand slipping under my sweater on my back at the same time as his left hand slipped into my stomach. He stood up straight, leaned me against the wall between my hip and waist, and started caressing me with his enormous, skilled hands, warm, soft but firm, sure, possessive, dominant.
As he advanced, I felt my legs trembling uncontrollably, I was on tiptoes, he pulled his leg out from between mine and moved me a little to separate me from the wall and have me leaning against it sideways. I managed to pass my hand under his shirt, his stomach was just as hairy as his chest, delicious, I couldn't stop thinking about what it would feel like rubbing my nipples on that hairy body of a man, feeling his weight, his strength, his thrusts.
He lowered his hand down my back, reached my butt, caressed it, squeezed it, and then caressed it again this time putting the tips of his fingers in my ass. He lowered it further, I felt his hand on my leg, opening his hand to rub me with his fingers on the other leg, I felt that my waist was hurting from being arched so much, giving myself to be touched all over and tried to relax, with his other hand massaging my breasts, pinching my nipples.
All this imagine we were doing almost without moving, him looking at the wall, me making a face like nothing, which made everything intensify to infinity!
He bent down a bit and asked: for whom did you put on this little skirt, slut? I lowered my hand down his stomach until I grabbed his belt and replied as best I could: for you.
He returned to his position and he put his hand in my ass, all of it, felt his fingers on the pussy! Urged until he grabbed my underwear, pulled down a little, up, took it out from between the Booty, pressed my buttocks again (I thought about those hands giving me bruises, God!), and then pulled it down with one tug, as much as for him to do whatever he wanted with his hands.
He put his hand in again and left it still, only moved his middle finger to put it in the pussy, lowered his other hand after doing what he wanted with my breasts, passed over my belly, above the mini, caressed my thighs and put his hand in the pussy, caressed my lips, pinched them, I shuddered, couldn't take it anymore, buried my face in his chest, held me tight until almost suffocating and ended up in an eternal orgasm, smelling and kissing his hairy chest, almost with my feet in the air, penetrated by a stranger's fingers, obedient to the orders of his hands, as slutty as he wanted me to be.
I realized he was bent over me, so I hung from him and said: You're a son of a slut! He replied: Does it matter? Nodded with my head, didn't move, kept going like that, at his mercy, was so wet I could feel it in his fingers. He squeezed the pussy, fingered me while putting his finger up my moist asshole, I grabbed his cock, released it, had it bigger each time or so it seemed, not sure, felt his enormous hands between my legs that seemed like a bunch of pipes making me come like a slut and imagined that cock inside me and got even wetter. The handling was as delicious as infernal, couldn't have escaped that hot guy even if I wanted to. He wanted something more and I wanted to know what!
I stayed with my face on his chest, underwear down, Booty stopped, legs open, wet, cum, given, used, deliciously slut! He started pinching my lips and clitoris, felt like he knew my body better than I did, went in search for flow ahead and he would pass it to me through the pussy, I'd put my finger in the pussy from behind, it would get wet and he would pass it through my ass, like that without stopping, without stopping, without stopping, nothing could stop it.
I closed my legs on impulse, contracted all, sank into his chest again and it was there that I felt his fingers squeezing my clitoris and his other hand going up and down on my Booty putting my middle finger in the pussy each time, now he stopped only when he put his finger all the way in my ass. The whole thing, all at once, in the middle of a brutal and delicious orgasm that made me bite his chest. And I bit him more, sank my finger deeper, until I realized and opened my mouth, now to lick it while calming down and he would grab my ass with his finger every time.
I calmed down, had my hand holding onto his cock which was like a hot iron at this point, felt that he was wiping his finger on my underwear, put them back in my Booty, I let go of him, we were both sweaty, his forehead glistened.
We crossed gazes, looked at his mouth, wanted to kiss him, he settled in, so did I, felt shame and pleasure, the pussy inflamed and the Booty beating. There was movement from people, grabbed my cock, made me look at him, asked: are you getting off? I nodded with my head at the same time as thinking how delicious it would be to be on my knees in front of him, once he had satisfied himself making me his own measure, and then make me savor my pay.
He gave me a small kiss on the mouth, the train stopped, the doors opened, he got off, turned around, looked at me, brought his hand to his chest where I had bitten it, stroked it proudly as if it were a trophy, the doors closed, he smiled, winked at me and the train took off.
On Wednesday, when I was writing my previous post: “My first orgasm on the train”, far from calming down (as I thought it would), between describing each sensation, their comments, private messages, gifts, and remembering that man, my heat grew and unleashed at a level where there wasn't a moment when I was alone that could prevent me from touching myself until I got another new orgasm.
Yesterday I dressed for him, painted for him, perfumed for him. I made the usual route to the station and on the platform I found a friend's couple of my old age from which I couldn't get away until Once. I hated them even more when in Padua station I saw him peeking through the doors, looking for me, until he saw me, got off, but didn't approach when he saw me with these people, located in a place that gave absolutely nothing. I had a strong desire to cry, his gaze was piercing and I felt like every movement I made, from pulling my hair behind my ear to moistening my lips with his tongue because my mouth was drying up, was seducing him, exciting him.
That's how the journey went. We arrived at Liniers, I looked at him, he was ready to get off. He made a movement with his hand and read from his mouth... “tomorrow”, I nodded slightly with my head and lowered my gaze. The train stopped, I saw him get off, his back was huge and his long hair tied up made him even more virile. He stood in front of the window where I was, couldn't see his face, he's tall, I could see up to his shoulders, but male and wise about what I needed, lowered his hand and grabbed the luggage, as if adjusting it, lasted only a second but I knew that movement was for me, had my cock at the side of the pants, like resting on his leg, halfway stopped, I think, but it was drawn perfectly in his pants. I shuddered, could feel the same time the nipples, the use of the word: pussy and Booty, I don't know how to describe the feeling but I would summarize it in the word desire. All day and night was that image in my mind. In my mind and every millimeter of my body.
Today when waking up did my daily routine, delayed choosing clothes until I decided on a cotton mini, I know it didn't fit for that hour and my activities but I would change at the gym later. Arrived at the station, early, let a train pass, not so full, the next one took quite a while. When finally arrived, left people to get in, when they all got in the chosen door, I approached and got in. It felt eternal until Padua, my heart was beating a thousand and my only thought was almost a plea, that it be there, that it see me.
We arrived, the train slowed down its speed, stopped, doors opened, there it was! I saw him looking at me all while two or three got off, he got on ahead of the others and to my surprise grabbed my hand, looked at me, looked back at me and squeezed his fingers tight, gave me his back without letting go, said permission and pushing through the people's way, he was taking... and I was going with him. We arrived at a corner where there were no seats, pulled my hand and made me pass in front of him and sit against the train wall, facing him. My bag stayed to my side, he leaned his forearms against the wall, over my head, lifted my gaze, locked eyes, couldn't hold it, lowered his head and brushing his beard on my face got close to my neck, I could feel in his breathing that he was smelling me, and with his mouth glued to my ear said: you're driving me crazy, girl. I was so agitated and excited that I couldn't respond, nor would I know what to say. He delayed lifting his head, his long coat almost covered me, looked at his open shirt, his hairy chest, smelled like a man, although I don't know how to define that smell, it was exquisite! I don't know how but I couldn't help myself and went with my two hands to his pants, one between his legs. covering his testicles and the other to his cock, softly, barely touching it with the yolks of my fingers. At that moment I felt his mouth, he slowly bit me, kissed me, and licked my ear in a second. God, his tongue! The train had already started, lifted his head, putting himself upright, Uffff! It's enormous! I felt his foot wanting to adjust between mine, opened my legs and advanced his, his knee no longer allowed me to close them. He placed his hands on the wall now and stayed like that, looked at me, holding onto his cock with both hands, looked at me and felt in my hand as he moved it, as if giving me permission to play however I wanted. All that piece of man was mine now, his cock grew in my hands more and more for me and for me. I caressed his testicles by putting my hand well down, my middle finger stayed where they ended, the rest of my fingers massaged them, ran over them, squeezed and relaxed them softly until I managed to get them well in my hand. My other hand was running along his cock, first with the yolks of my fingers, from the head, stopping where it ends and begins the trunk, then the trunk until I bumped into the zipper of his pants, my mouth was watering and my lips were drying up at the same time, he kept doing nothing, we were his cock and I, a slut recognizing his male's cock.
I regretted not having put a towel on, felt the wet pants, my nipples exploding, his mouth so close and so far away at the same time, his cock so big and hot that it seemed to be wetting the jeans. I raised the hand holding onto his testicles and urged with my fingers until I could grab his cock well in his pants did the same with the other, both hands holding onto the trunk, unable to join the tips of my fingers and unable to grasp it all, the head remained outside of my hands, that gave me a measure, it was enormous, thick, strong, unique and mine. I couldn't help but jerk him off, he moved trying to avoid it until he couldn't anymore, lowered his hands, took mine away and bending down told me stop. little one, we're making a mess here I, stupidly, only replied, sorry. He smiled.
The train continued its normal course, I didn't know if it had stopped or not, how many stations had passed, and I didn't care. My purse was covering my side and his jacket covered me completely as he leaned against me. Since I told you before I'm 1.56 meters tall, I'm small, he's quite a bit taller than 1.80 meters, I think, so practically I didn't exist in that place.
I felt his right hand slipping under my sweater on my back at the same time as his left hand slipped into my stomach. He stood up straight, leaned me against the wall between my hip and waist, and started caressing me with his enormous, skilled hands, warm, soft but firm, sure, possessive, dominant.
As he advanced, I felt my legs trembling uncontrollably, I was on tiptoes, he pulled his leg out from between mine and moved me a little to separate me from the wall and have me leaning against it sideways. I managed to pass my hand under his shirt, his stomach was just as hairy as his chest, delicious, I couldn't stop thinking about what it would feel like rubbing my nipples on that hairy body of a man, feeling his weight, his strength, his thrusts.
He lowered his hand down my back, reached my butt, caressed it, squeezed it, and then caressed it again this time putting the tips of his fingers in my ass. He lowered it further, I felt his hand on my leg, opening his hand to rub me with his fingers on the other leg, I felt that my waist was hurting from being arched so much, giving myself to be touched all over and tried to relax, with his other hand massaging my breasts, pinching my nipples.
All this imagine we were doing almost without moving, him looking at the wall, me making a face like nothing, which made everything intensify to infinity!
He bent down a bit and asked: for whom did you put on this little skirt, slut? I lowered my hand down his stomach until I grabbed his belt and replied as best I could: for you.
He returned to his position and he put his hand in my ass, all of it, felt his fingers on the pussy! Urged until he grabbed my underwear, pulled down a little, up, took it out from between the Booty, pressed my buttocks again (I thought about those hands giving me bruises, God!), and then pulled it down with one tug, as much as for him to do whatever he wanted with his hands.
He put his hand in again and left it still, only moved his middle finger to put it in the pussy, lowered his other hand after doing what he wanted with my breasts, passed over my belly, above the mini, caressed my thighs and put his hand in the pussy, caressed my lips, pinched them, I shuddered, couldn't take it anymore, buried my face in his chest, held me tight until almost suffocating and ended up in an eternal orgasm, smelling and kissing his hairy chest, almost with my feet in the air, penetrated by a stranger's fingers, obedient to the orders of his hands, as slutty as he wanted me to be.
I realized he was bent over me, so I hung from him and said: You're a son of a slut! He replied: Does it matter? Nodded with my head, didn't move, kept going like that, at his mercy, was so wet I could feel it in his fingers. He squeezed the pussy, fingered me while putting his finger up my moist asshole, I grabbed his cock, released it, had it bigger each time or so it seemed, not sure, felt his enormous hands between my legs that seemed like a bunch of pipes making me come like a slut and imagined that cock inside me and got even wetter. The handling was as delicious as infernal, couldn't have escaped that hot guy even if I wanted to. He wanted something more and I wanted to know what!
I stayed with my face on his chest, underwear down, Booty stopped, legs open, wet, cum, given, used, deliciously slut! He started pinching my lips and clitoris, felt like he knew my body better than I did, went in search for flow ahead and he would pass it to me through the pussy, I'd put my finger in the pussy from behind, it would get wet and he would pass it through my ass, like that without stopping, without stopping, without stopping, nothing could stop it.
I closed my legs on impulse, contracted all, sank into his chest again and it was there that I felt his fingers squeezing my clitoris and his other hand going up and down on my Booty putting my middle finger in the pussy each time, now he stopped only when he put his finger all the way in my ass. The whole thing, all at once, in the middle of a brutal and delicious orgasm that made me bite his chest. And I bit him more, sank my finger deeper, until I realized and opened my mouth, now to lick it while calming down and he would grab my ass with his finger every time.
I calmed down, had my hand holding onto his cock which was like a hot iron at this point, felt that he was wiping his finger on my underwear, put them back in my Booty, I let go of him, we were both sweaty, his forehead glistened.
We crossed gazes, looked at his mouth, wanted to kiss him, he settled in, so did I, felt shame and pleasure, the pussy inflamed and the Booty beating. There was movement from people, grabbed my cock, made me look at him, asked: are you getting off? I nodded with my head at the same time as thinking how delicious it would be to be on my knees in front of him, once he had satisfied himself making me his own measure, and then make me savor my pay.
He gave me a small kiss on the mouth, the train stopped, the doors opened, he got off, turned around, looked at me, brought his hand to his chest where I had bitten it, stroked it proudly as if it were a trophy, the doors closed, he smiled, winked at me and the train took off.
37 comentários - Más orgasmos en el tren...
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A todos por la buena onda, los comentarios, los mp, son hermososssssssss!!!!
Todo suma para seguir escribiendo y ahora son mis cómplices para seguir haciendo chanchadas! jajaja!
A Omar896: por todo el apoyo! En todo sentido! Jajaja! Sos un sol! Gracias por toda tu ayuda!
A musicproyect: que me prometiste puntos ayer por gustarte mis relatos y hoy aquí estaban! Gracias!
A Chingu: por el que estoy pensando en mudarme para tener que tomar el Mitre!
A quisiera77: por valorar mi relato y regalarme puntos!
A el-semental: que como su nick lo indica, me inundó de puntitos!
A MasterHall: que al final se llevó el orgasmo logrado por todos ustedes! UUUUfffffff!!!! Como me enfiestaron haciéndome acabar siendo NFU! Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!
Graciasssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!
Los quiero!!!!!
Camila:love:
De nada, fue un orgasmo de placer ponerte mis puntos jejejje! 😀
urgente tengo q empezar a usar el tren... el mismo q vos! 😀 😉
Espero seguir leyendo mas de tus historias!
besos y puntines!
PD: mido 1,87 jaja 😉
Los mereces cami, espero otro relato bien caliente!
De nada! Un besito!
Así dan ganas de más!!!
Besitos y apoyaditas!
Camila:love:
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