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 Girl In The Cafe

Dear Diary…

I often go to the same cafe in town for a coffee.  I like it because it is clean and comfortable.  With soft sofa’s and low tables, it has a good social atmosphere, plus as an added bonus they offer free internet access too, so I can sup my coffee while reading over my emails.

Today though, I could not find a table to myself as the place was filled with college students, so I asked a young brunette woman if she would mind me sharing her table, she said it was fine.  I sat down opposite her and unpacked my laptop, added sugar to my coffee and removed my hat and coat.  It was cold outside, but in the cafe it was warm.

I turned on my laptop and stirred my coffee, and then thought I’d have a good look at the girl sitting opposite me.  She was a biggish girl, probably a size 18, with attractive, soft looking, pale skin and green/grey eyes.  Her hair fell a little below her shoulders, with a slight curl.  She wore a brown, very low-cut top made of some sheer fabric which showed off her more than ample cleavage and some evidence of a lacy, black bra.

I guessed she stood about 5’6” – but this was difficult to judge as she was sat, relaxing on the sofa.

The girl initiate small talk, some crap about the weather or something, but I wasn’t really interested in talking.  I was more interested in those giant tits.  I could feel a stirring in my jeans at this point, and cursed the clear glass-top tables, worrying that she may notice a twitching between my legs.  I positioned my laptop so that she would not be able to see anything.

Try as I might, I could not get my focus of those huge knockers.  I think she noticed, because when I looked out of the window, then back to my laptop and then up at her exposed cleavage again, her top was pulled down a little more – she had to have done that on purpose!

Suddenly her phone rang.  She talked quietly to whoever was on the other end, the hung up.  Excusing herself with a “…it was nice talking with you” and a cute smile, she leaned forward, towards me to pick up her handbag from the floor.  Man, those boobs really were amazing, obviously natural, they were big, heavy and had a nice wobble to them, I wanted to shove my face between them there and then!

She walked away and I never her saw her again.

I finished my coffee, thinking of those pendulous breasts.  I could not concentrate on my emails so had put my laptop away.  As soon as I finished my coffee, I got my things together and left to go to the loo.  I did not plan to jerk off in there, but with the door locked behind me, I pulled my cock out and felt my semi-erection in my hand.

I took off my coat, and hung it on the hanger on the back of the door and leaned against the wall.  I started tracing my finger up and down my dick.  With my eyes closed I imagined it to be ‘big tits’ tongue.  Then I grabbed my dick, thinking all the while of ‘big tits’ on her knees between my legs, enveloping my hard dick in her both, sucking me harder and faster while her naked boobs swung and bounced, occasionally hitting my legs.

In just a few moments I shot my load all over the wall opposite, thinking of ‘big tits’ mouth filling with the hot stuff, and it running down her chin, dripping on to her massive melons while she rubbed it in like skin cream.

I quickly cleaned up after myself and exited the toilet.  Luckily there was nobody else waiting, or they would surely have smelled what I had just been doing!

I know that ‘big tits’ will be in my dreams for some time to come.  I don’t mind.