“Carefully the doors are closing” - the voice in the speaker rattled. A semi-empty wagon jerked and sailed along the platform. Later passengers frowned at windows that had become mirrors. In vain, I was in a hurry on this penultimate train. Friday, so what. I would have slept at home and would go to the country tomorrow morning, like all normal people. The husband would wait, nothing would happen to him. But no, itch! And now for more than an hour, shake in the night train and among obscure late passengers. Heard, how much happens in just such last trains. And the director is to blame for everything, as he was impatient to hold a meeting on Friday evening. He then got into the car and drove away, but now worry will carry it through - not carry it by ... Well, okay, since she herself flew to the station, and did not go home, so now. And I got the book staring at the no sound of the wheels ... Tuk tuk ... tuk tuktukuk tuuuu ...
Well ... more than half the way behind ... a little left.

A little less than half an hour and I will come, and there my husband will meet. Rare fellow travelers sleepily waited for their stops. In addition to me, the car was distributed with about a dozen late passengers. Here, on a nearby shop, a woman is dozing, her red head is swaying back and forth from side to side ... a couple of men are right in front of them, sucking beer out of cans and arguing about something. The main thing is that no one pays attention to me and does not stick. Fuuuu ... really carried it!

“Carefully close the doors” - the voice in the speaker once again creaked, the doors opened wide and a middle-aged man with a backpack in his hands entered the carriage. He looked around and for some reason chose a bench across from all the empty shops in the car. Well, it begins! A bad feeling about cold needles pricked me. Throwing a backpack on the bench and pulling a book out of it, the man sat down opposite. I looked at the magazine article with a glance. An ordinary middle-aged man, even a handsome one. Jeans, shirt, windbreaker ... ring on the finger. On a maniac or gangster does not look like. Although I saw a lot of them!
Five minutes passed. The man read the book peacefully and did not bother me. I even began to calm down when I felt the look on my bare knees. I lifted my eyes over the magazine and froze. The man in one hand held and read a book, and in the second he held a huge excited member. His hand was moving evenly along the shaft of the penis, opening and closing the shiny red head. I met a lot of drenchers and saw members, but this member was huge, involuntarily attracting a look. My mouth was suddenly dry, and I involuntarily twitching to try to get up, but my legs, at the time they became wadded, treacherously refused me.

- Do not worry, I will not do anything bad to you - the man said softly, - I am not a maniac, I just like to show it to women. I, if I may say so, drocher. Just please take a look, do not be afraid!
“I’m not afraid of you,” I answered proudly, trying to calm the trembling voice. Feeling like a shiver ran through my body and treacherously soaked panties.
- Well and good! Please do not go, do not be afraid - with these words the man pulled the skin to the base and without that the huge head stretched and a large drop of juice appeared on its tip. The man spread his knees wider, ran his fingers into his pants and rummaged in it and pulled out a bag with two large eggs. Removing his hand, he exhibited his farm. And I must pay tribute, the farm was great! The member was large ... twenty centimeters and plump. The brilliant, smooth head was crowned with a purple hat crowned with a network of swollen wreaths. The member quivered excitedly, and the squeezed juice came out of the head and leaving a brilliant track rolled down to the testicles.

- Do you like it? - the voice of the man brought me out of my stupor, - Look ... he is yours!
- Yeah - something inarticulate I squeezed out of myself.
The man again wrapped his hand around his dick and slowly began to masturbate him.The hand smoothly in time with the thud of the wheels slid on the member ... knock knock ... knock tuktuuk tuuuu ..
An unknown man was sitting a meter away from me and jerking off! I, as spellbound, looked at this view, feeling how my panties continue to get wet, but not from fear, but from excitement. Suddenly, I caught myself thinking that I want this member. I want to touch him, I want to touch his lips to the head ... clasp it with your lips ... suck it in ... feel this dick in yourself! I want, I want this dick!
- Excuse me - from somewhere far from me a man’s voice has flown to me - excuse me, I can ask you to put your legs on the leg. You have very beautiful legs, beautiful knees. Can?
“Yeah,” I breathed, and stretched my legs. Without even noticing how the light hem of the dress, in smooth waves, rolled down to the thighs, exposing my slim tanned legs.

A man, like a wolf in cartoons, licked his lips slightly slid down the bench and bent his penis to my feet. Now my feet were literally centimeters apart from his penis. I felt skin heat, coming from his red-hot head. The movements of the men from smooth turned into intermittently sharp. Devouring my knees with my eyes on a sharply bristling head and sharply pulling the skin off the testicles and momentarily fading with tension on the bridle. From which the head was tense and each time squeezed out a drop of juice.
- Excuse me - and without waiting for my answer, the man grabbed my leg under the ankle and lifted it. And oh my goodness! Now his head, popping up from his fingers, rubbed against my leg. The man fucked my leg! I involuntarily parted my legs, feeling the tension in my abdomen tightening and seething. My fingers involuntarily slid down and pressed through the thin fabric of the pubis. I trembled and at that moment the man finished. No, not finished, but exploded! His dick exploded with a sperm fountain. He shot and shot, streams of semen poured my legs, knees, and even reached the hem of my dress. The man's hand squeezed the barrel of the penis, jerking sharply to the base, and each time the head spat out a long thick stream of sperm on my legs. As in action movies, only the gun shot sperm. I thought his fountain would never run dry, but alas, his ammunition was exhausted. The man squeezed the last drop of semen and leaned back in his seat.

- Thank you, thank you for seeing ... you were great!
As from a fog, a raspy voice of a speaker flew to me. He announced something. The man suddenly jumped up, grabbed a backpack with a book, and even forgetting to remove his household into his pants with a bullet flew out of the car. I was left alone with myself.
My head was spinning slightly from what I had experienced, my lower belly was boiling like a boiling kettle. Unconsciously, my fingers continued to press rhythmically through the dresses on the pubis. Oooooh! Having lost my mind, I ran my hand under my hem. Pulling off my panties fingers entered the melted flesh of my pussy. A moment, a light touch to the clitoris and my body convulsed in orgasm. I finished, I flew away!

Gradually, the mind began to return. I looked at the battlefield. The hem of the dress pulled up to the navel. Panties slid off to expose my pussy to the show. But most importantly all my legs were filled with sperm. It trickled down my legs, flowing and forming puddles in my shoes. I sat literally in a pool of sperm. Having picked up a large thick drop of sperm with a small finger and brought it to her face. The drop made a thick, tart odor and mattely shimmered with white clots inside. I licked it after feeling a sweet bitter taste.

And then a bitter voice brought me back to reality, calling my station the next one. I caught on. Oh God! If someone had just seen me, but no lonely passengers were still sitting in their seats and nodding their heads sleepily. I began to put myself in order. Pulling off my wet underpants, I wiped their feet and feet. Drenched puddles of sperm in shoes. And removing the panties in her purse went into the vestibule of the car. The train pulled up to my station. I looked at my watch. It seemed to me this madness lasted forever, but it turned out just a little more than twenty minutes. The car whistled, stopping with brakes, gritting the opening doors, and I stepped onto the platform. I was met by the lonely figure of my husband.
- Hi dear! I've arrived! I am fine!
And under the sound of a retreating train, sweetly bitter lips kissed him on the cheek.
Tuk tuk ... tuk tuktuk tuuuu ...