Ticket’s Please!

Dear Diary…

I had to ride a train again today today, I wouldn’t mind catching the train but the station platform is so exposed to the elements, it gets really cold.

I was on the return journey home and had my ticket ready for whenever the ticket collector came along, and she did just a few minutes later.

I sat their waiting while she collected tickets from the other passengers, listening to an audiobook on my iPod, looking at her.  She seemed tall to me, since I was sat down while she stood, but really she was only around 5’5” at the most, and she wore the blue train conductors uniform that revealed very little of her body.  As she turned to face another passenger I noticed her ass pushed out against her blue trousers, which were otherwise quite loose, indicating her ass wasn’t as small as I had first thought.

Her tits pushed out at her white and navy blue blouse, separating the lapels of her jacket enough to reveal that her boobs were quite sizable.  I saw as she stepped closer that her blouse was a little small, since her buttons seemed to be straining at the size of her tits, and the blouse separated a little, stretching the fabric.

Her hair was long, falling to just a little above her ample breasts, and fell straight.  It was a red/brown colour which accentuated her rosy cheeks and dark hazel eyes.  Her full lips were painted a deep red/brown, slightly darker than the colour of her hair, behind which sat gleaming white teeth.

When she arrived at my seat, she reached down to my leg where my ticket lay waiting.  I did not intend for her to take it from there, I was lost in my thoughts of fucking her.  As she reached down I could smell her sweet perfume.  Her scent, and her reaching to my leg, all the while looking and smiling at me made my dick stiffen.

She took my ticket, gave some kind of have a nice journey remark and moved on.

I looked over my shoulder and watched as she went up the aisle, collecting more tickets as she went.  She must have sensed she was being stared at as she looked back at me and smiled again.

She left the carriage and I never saw her again.

I stood up, grabbed my backpack and went to the toilet. I need to shoot a load there and then, my dick was hard as rock and I knew it wouldn’t go away anytime soon.

Using my bag to hide my bulging trousers, I walked up the aisle to the toilet, walked in, locked the door behind me, pulled down my trousers and grabbed my enraged cock.  I started thinking of the ticket collector walking in after me, tearing her clothes off and kneeling down in front of me.  Shove that hard dick in my mouth now she tells me fuck my mouth.

I grabbed the back of her head and shoved my cock in her mouth, roughly fucking her throat.  I ignored her pushing away and fucked her face faster and faster.  Her big tits wobbling around, slapping together and making a noise. 

She pulled back hard, my cock fell from her mouth and thick strands of spit fell from her mouth to her big breasts, which she grabbed and pushed together, now fuck my tits and cum on my face she told me.

I complied, rubbing my erection between her big tits, she looked up at me pouting, the tilted her head forward to lick the end of my cock each time I thrust towards her.  Suddenly I came, shooting thick streams of hot, white sticky mess up and over her neck, her chin and her lips.  She scooped up the mess from her face and pushed it into her mouth, greedily sucking down every last drop, smiling her gleaming white smile the whole time.  When she was done, she licked my softening dick clean.

Then I heard the P.A. system of the train, announcing that we were coming to my next stop.  The girl was gone, leaving just a sticky mess on the back of the door in front of me.  I quickly cleaned it up with a few squares of tissue, washed my hands, pulled up my trousers and straightened my clothes before exiting the toilet. 

As I walked out of the door, I bumped straight into the ticket collector.  I felt her big tits push up against me and her scent rushed in through my nostrils.  My dick hardened once again.  She apologised and went on about her business, looking back and smiling at me once more.

The train came to a halt and I exited onto the platform.  I went home.

I wonder how long she had stood outside that toilet door?  Did she know what I was doing?  I will likely never see her again, so I don’t much care… but if she did know, did it turn her on?

The Letting Agent & The Train Station

Dear Diary

I had to travel on the train today, to go out and pay my rent.  Since being made redundant making ends meet has been a struggle, and despite my best efforts I could only pay a small contribution, and promised the rest would come soon.

The woman at the letting office has big, fuzzy dark brown hair, a slim build and small tits.  She’s nothing special to look at, her face is too masculine to be attractive, but that seems to mostly come from age, rather than being a fucking tranny.

However, as she raised from her comfortable office chair and moved to another desk to retrieve the receipt book, I could not help but notice (actually, I made a point to look) that she had a wonderfully tight ass, housed within smart, dark blue suit trousers.  As she bent over to reach the other side of the desk where the book was, I saw how her butt cheeks tightened and felt a twitching in my cock.  I knew then that would be the sight I saw in my minds eye as I had a good wank later in the day.

I got back to the train station and looked at the monitor displaying the train times and felt annoyance when I read that the next train would not come along for nearly an hour, and found a seat to park my ass upon while I waited in the freezing cold.

My mind started creeping back to that bitch’s tight ass and once again my cock began to twitch between my legs.  I looked around and saw there was only a woman, a skinny thing, about 20 years old and ugly as an old boot, probably a druggy, sitting across the way from me on the other platform, obscured almost completely from view by a partition wall to her left, preventing her from seeing me clearly.  Other than her, nobody was around.  My dick started coming more to life, getting harder in my trousers despite the cold air.

I looked around again, no camera’s.  Good.  If I were to knock one off there and then, I wouldn’t want to be caught on film doing it! Lord only knows what kind of trouble that would bring, especially since I was only a few miles from home.  The station was quiet.  No trains were due for at least twenty minutes.  Plenty of time.

Unzipping my fly I could already feel the heat from my semi erect cock, even before it was out of my boxers.  I reached a frozen hand inside and enjoyed the cold touch, the sensation dulled my erection a little at first, but the stimulation grew shortly afterwards.  I pulled my cock out through my fly and slowly began to stroke up and down.  The thrill of doing this in public making my hard-on harder, I started undressing that skinny letting agents ass my my head.

Thinking about her bent over that desk, still dressed in her well fitted, figure hugging blue suit, with her fuzzy hair falling over her shoulders, and her trousers around her ankles made me rock solid.  I began imagining her panties; they were dark purple and lacy, half covering each perfectly formed ass cheek and showing an even darker spot low down between her legs, caused by the dampening of her sweet, trimmed pussy.

She reached around, grabbing her panties and pulled them aside, sliding an exploratory finger over her asshole, and left her panties in this exposing position while placing her hands back over the desk.

The station P.A. system made me jump as I continued to hold my dick in my hand.  It announced some crap about this being a non-smoking station – a seemingly automatic message which repeated itself every 10 minutes or so.  I continued to tug on my dick, I could feel the blood getting hotter with and knew that it would be long before I spilled my load.

I started jerking faster, thinking of the letting agent pulling her ass cheeks apart, puckering her tight little ass hole for me to see, never looking over her should at me.  In my head I could see myself shooting hot, creamy semen over that puckered hole, watching it run down over her pussy and then I cock twitched one last time before shooting streams of sticky cum over my hand, onto the station platform floor in front of the bench I sat on.

I tucked my penis away and scraped my shoe over the cum on the floor, to hide the fact that it was what it was.  The letting agent and her depraved behaviour was out of my mind now and I concentrated on composing myself.  My breathing was rougher than before, my head a little clammy in the cold air and my hand covered in my sticky mess.  I pulled a tissue from my back pack and wiped my hands.  I then went to the station toilet to clean up properly.

I left the toilets, and made my way to the other end of the platform, sitting directly opposite the druggy woman who still sat on the other platform.  Soon, I thought to myself, my train will arrive.

It was quite a thrill tossing off in such a public place, I must do it again.