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True Confessions:
Flashing Old Guy on the Train
By Lorie Hayes
Another true story from my crazy youth before my boring marriage.
I was 20 years old and at the time was in college at the University of Michigan, living in apartment near campus.
I had a boyfriend who lived Fint, Michigan, and one Saturday night I went to have a night out of clubbing and dancing. The plan was to go back early on the bus the next morning because I had a waitress job at lunchtime in a local diner.
As expected, the evening was good and after too many drinks went back to his flat to sleep but not before a good fucking.
He was totally rampant and my vagina took a pounding as he licked and fingered me before fucking me into a frenzy. He had me yelling with delight as I climaxed like never before. He ejaculated in me and I went down on him to suck the last out of him tasting my self as I did.
Not being totally fulfilled, I then went on to finger fuck myself as he watched, but could not get his penis to stiffen again. Must have taken to much out of him the first time.
The next morning a more gently and loving sex session happened, with him sliding in out of my vagina very slowly and easily. It had me kissing him so hard as he kept the rhythm up, I was arching my back so much as I came, I felt I would die from pleasure. He said he was going to climax so I went down and felt his hot semen hit the back of my throat with so much force. I love that, it makes it so much more personal that I could do that for him.
After a long lie panting and cuddling and a nice long kiss before I had to go and leave him.
On getting dressed my boyfriend thought it funny to hide my underwear, and after a bit of looking and him pretending to look for them, I had no choice but to go home without them.
After kissing him goodbye and he again swearing he didn't know where my panties were, I set off on a fairly short walk to the subway station. I had about 5 stations to go which would only take about twenty minutes.
At the time I was a short skirt that was just above the knee so as long as I was careful I would be ok. I was more aware of my situation then usual and was careful and a bit worried when going up escalator although my skirt was long enough not to display anything.
For those who don't know Fint’s subway, many of the trains have seats along the sides so that you are facing people on the opposite side of the carriage.
I sat in one of these seats at one end of train sections, and only a couple of people at far end of train as company. After the initial stop, an old guy got on and sat directly across. I don't know why but this irritated me a bit as nearly the whole train carriage was empty.
For the next two or three he did not take his eyes of me. I could feel him leering at my tits and then down to my legs and boots looking at me up and down. I was feeling very ticked off and was wondering whether to ignore him, say something to him or just move.
I was keeping my knees tight together, and then a rather nasty thought entered my head.
I guess it was the still succulent vagina, the memory of the of the dick that had been sliding in and out for what seem like many hours, the semen that I so hungrily swallowed , was making me feel this way.
The train was approaching my stop at the college. I thought it's now or never. I slowly inched myself forward on the seat as if getting ready to get up letting my skirt ride up at the back. As the train came to a stop I noticed no one as about to get on.
I moved to get up, but first I held the front of my dress up and spread my legs wide open. putting in full view my wide open swollen cunt for him to look at. I held that position for a minute seeing him staring at it and swallowing hard, I will never forget the delight and very surprised look on his face.
I then as now don't shave my pussy but prefer to trim, and as I am quite fair-haired it can look like its hairless anyway.
At my stop, I moved to the doors getting out just as they were about to shut, and as the train began to move away I looked into the carriage. The old guy had stood up and he had a happy smile on his face and gave me a nice little wave.
I waved back and he was gone, I always wondered what would have happened if I did not get out of the doors and would have been stuck with him for another stop.
Would have been forced to sit next to him and let him feel me up, would have been just like my grandfather feeling me, which is something he never did but would of loved him to have done.
It also made me feel good to think that when the old guy got home he gave his old penis a good handjob or gave his wife some good sex thinking of my young spread wide pussy.
