Young beauty seduces a married man on a train

Due to his profession, Frank was often forced to travel by night train. It was usually quiet, and he was often alone in the entire carriage, which also meant that the Wi-Fi wasn’t overloaded and he got a lot of work done. As always, as soon as he boarded the train, he chose a window seat, but drew the curtains so that the outside scenery would not disturb him, took out his laptop and his notes, and got down to work. He noticed that a few other people had boarded the train with him, but like him, they took advantage of the fact that the train was half-empty and each took a compartment for themselves.

As he had expected, he was alone in the compartment, so he put on some pleasant music in his headphones and prepared to finish his presentation and answer a few emails. The train started moving and Frank got to work.

It took a few minutes before the compartment door opened with the typical sound of air being released from a tire. Frank assumed it was just the conductor checking tickets, but to his surprise, a young woman entered the compartment. With a smile that served as a greeting, she sat down opposite Frank, leaned back comfortably against the seat, and closed her eyes.

She was really beautiful. She couldn’t have been more than twenty, with long brown hair and mesmerizing dark eyes. Her naturally full lips were accentuated by a light gloss. She was wearing a denim jacket and a short black skirt, with pumps on her beautifully shaped, long, slender legs. If Frank leaned forward, he could touch her, caress the soft, firm skin of her bare legs with his hand. He knew it wasn’t polite to stare at her like this, and he would never have dared to do so if her eyes had been open and she could have caught him looking at her lecherously.

But then she suddenly opened her eyes.

Frank blushed, lowered his eyes, and began randomly pounding on his laptop keyboard, but the beauty remained in his field of vision, and he could see her smiling.

Like a cat, supple and graceful, the young woman sat down on the edge of the train seat so that her bare knees touched Frank’s legs. She kept looking at him. Then she unbuttoned her jacket, button by button, without taking her eyes off Frank. Suddenly, he began to feel hot and had trouble breathing. When she let her jacket slip off her shoulders and remained seated in only a sheer white button-down shirt, Frank couldn’t take it anymore and took off his conservative tweed jacket. He hoped she wouldn’t take it as a challenge, or worse, as him behaving inappropriately.

He cleared his throat, took his glasses out of his bag, put them on, and tried to concentrate on the presentation. The letters and words blurred, his heart pounding like a young man’s. Damn it, he has a family. He has three beautiful children. He shook his head vigorously to shake off the naughty thoughts. To shake off his shame for them.

But the young beauty was far from finished. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, as if it weren’t already clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. Her breasts were full, so youthful, so softly exciting.

Frank shifted in his seat, feeling the blood rush to his genitals. He realized that it had been at least three weeks since he last had sex. Not only was his penis beginning to harden, he could feel his testicles swelling, and it was a feeling that was partly very, very pleasant and partly almost painful, because he knew that no matter how consciously the girl was provoking him, he couldn’t afford to respond to her provocation, and the whole incident on the train would only mean blue balls for him.

He lowered his head to his notes. That way, he got her out of his direct field of vision, but he was still aware of her. He could smell her perfume. Her bare legs were still touching him.

The train compartment door opened again and a uniformed conductor entered and asked for tickets. He looked at Frank first, and while Frank searched for his ticket in the app on his phone, only then did the young man in uniform look at the woman sitting opposite Frank. The conductor’s voice faltered, and an erection immediately rose under his pants as he stared at the young woman sitting opposite Frank.

Frank also looked at the woman, and his growing erection became completely hard. He was ready, stiff.

The young beauty sat there with only one button of her see-through shirt buttoned, the fabric of her neckline pulled apart so that her dark, erect nipples peeked out on both sides. Her lips were slightly parted, something Frank had only seen before in professional porn actresses. The girl paid no attention to the conductor, her lustful, covetous, lascivious gaze fixed on him, on Frank.

The conductor didn’t even look at Frank’s cell phone. He stared at the young naked girl as if she were an illusion. He seemed to have completely forgotten that he was at work, completely forgotten that he should ask the beautiful half-naked girl for her ticket too. Perhaps he was afraid that if he did, she would disappear and the erotic dream would end sooner than it should, sooner than he wanted it to.

Frank clears his throat. He can’t say, even in retrospect, when he will remember this moment, this night, for the rest of his life. He can’t say for sure if he wanted the conductor to stay and save his marriage or if he wanted the young horny stud in uniform to disappear and leave him alone with his erection and the beautiful busty seductress.

The silence, in which none of the three moved, was finally broken by the beauty with exposed nipples.

Clack.

Clack.

She let her pumps slide off.

She wiggled her butt on the seat and slowly, slowly pulled down her lace thong. She let them hang in the air for a moment, holding them with two fingers, the fabric remembering the shape of her curves for a moment, and the air in the car filled with an intense femininity.

The conductor took two steps back and bumped into the closed car door. He stared at her, stared at Frank.

Frank completely forgot he was there. He only noticed her. In front of him, he saw the most beautiful and seductive woman of his life, her lips greedily parted, her hard nipples begging to be taken into his mouth and sucked. And when she took off her panties and her black short skirt was pulled up, he had an unobstructed view of her pussy. Her smoothly shaved labia glistened with excitement, her pubic hair carefully trimmed into a narrow strip to show that she was a mature woman.

She spread her legs, offering her open, fragrant, excited womanhood not only to Frank, but also to the conductor standing behind her, who must have seen her from his angle.

Frank stared at the woman, his own erection was insistent, and he placed his hand on it through the fabric. At the same time, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the conductor had loosened up even more. He took his hard cock out of his pants and started wanking.

The girl didn’t seem to mind. She was fully focused on Frank.

She leaned forward. Her beautiful face with parted lips was now just a few inches away from him, and as she leaned forward, both her breasts fell out of her shirt, and he stretched out his free hand and let one of her breasts fall into his palm. She let him.

She took his hand, which was clenched on a hard erection under the fabric, and removed it. Then she unzipped his pants and skillfully pulled down his boxers so that his large eight-inch erection sprang into her palm, and she began to massage him.

The conductor, pressed against the door, was wildly jerking off his cock and making hoarse noises.

The beauty ignored him, fully focused on Frank. She grabbed his hips and pulled him closer to her. She couldn’t move him herself, but he understood and slid down on the seat so she could jump on top of him. Until then, not a word had been spoken between them.

The conductor jerked off his cock, and the young beauty with her bare, firm, large breasts slid his entire erection into her cunt and moved slowly and smoothly along its entire length. Her naked breasts bounced in front of his face, so he took them in his hands, squeezed her nipples, and she hissed.

She rocked on him, humping him, her movements becoming wilder and wilder, he felt how wonderfully wet she was and how he slid inside her. Her soft moans grew louder and louder, Frank had to hold back to allow her to do what she had obviously boarded the train to do. He wanted to cum, he wanted to spray that slut from the inside, release his tension, give her a dose of his sperm, but before that, he wanted to see her cum on his penis herself.

The conductor was pulling on his balls, it was obvious that he couldn’t hold out much longer either, but he was in solidarity with Frank and waited for the beauty to reach orgasm first.

It was endless. Frank’s desire was pulsating, he had to close his eyes several times because her full, soft breasts with hard nipples were too exciting and he had to work hard to control himself. He pressed images of mountains, snowy and cold, into his mind. That helped.

He opened his eyes again and felt her horny pussy riding the entire length of his hard cock. Her moans and whimpers changed. They were deeper, more intermittent. Then Frank felt her contractions as she clenched tightly around his penis in orgasmic spasms. There were several contractions, and Frank couldn’t hold back any longer and released several powerful streams of semen into her.

While the groaning conductor’s semen fell in several doses at his feet, the girl arched her back in his lap, grabbed his hips, pressed her breasts against his wet face, and moaned in a long, endless orgasm. Her face looked as if she was in unbearable pain, only her twitching lips gave her away. She bit her lips, twitching them.

The tension between the three complete strangers eased. Their eyes reflected amazement. Maybe even a little shame.

There was a jolt. But this time it wasn’t the girl’s fault, it was the train stopping at the station.

She deftly got off Frank, bent down and picked up her panties stained with the young conductor’s semen from the ground, took her jacket and purse from the seat, and gently pushed away the conductor, who was still standing there, his eyes wide, his deflated penis still exposed from his uniform.

Frank’s hand felt extremely heavy as he pulled back the curtain at the window to watch the girl in the denim jacket walking lightly across the station. At one point, she turned, smiled, and waved.

Frank let the curtain fall again, the lights outside dimmed, and darkness returned to the carriage. Frank closed the lid of his laptop, knowing he wouldn’t be able to concentrate on the presentation. Meanwhile, the conductor gathered what was left of his sanity and disappeared, leaving Frank alone again.

He decided to pretend, even to himself, that it hadn’t happened. He was pretty sure he had simply fallen asleep on the train and had a very wild dream. He tucked his penis back into his pants and allowed himself a satisfied smile.

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