Stranger On A Train by Sillien

     Once every couple of months Stanley would ride the train upstate. It was a tranquil journey for the most part, giving him time to sit back and reflect without interruption. The cell phone, the tablet, the laptop...they would all stay tucked away as he leaned back and soaked in the view of the landscape zipping past. The whole trip had been committed to memory at this point. Over the years he had watched trees grow from little sticks peeking out of the soil.

     The car was usually empty, but this time a young couple walked in. The lady, dressed in jeans with a loose-fitting white blouse, spotted Stanley immediately. She pointed to the seats just across the aisle from him. “There. I want to sit there.”

     Her companion, a tall, tattooed man with broad shoulders, nodded and led her down the corridor, putting their baggage in the compartment and taking the aisle seat. His left arm wrapped around her and pulled her close, while his right slipped into her blouse and cupped her breast. The two of them started kissing, at first light pecks that turned into deep lip-locking. Stanley tried to keep his eyes on the horizon, scanning for a Lutheran Church that marked the passing of the first third of his trip, but his gaze wandered to the young couple that began devouring each other. His mouth felt a little dry and he suddenly became aware of some growth in his pants. He wanted to look away before he was noticed, but that wasn’t to be.

     The young lady stared right at him, piercing his soul and revealing him for the naughty little voyeur he was. He looked down, away from her, yet he knew that her eyes were on him still. That she knew the shame he was feeling. Their lips parted and she whispered into her lover’s ear. The man nodded and rose from his seat, giving Stanley a front-row view of the massive bulge that had formed in his pants. He made his way to the next car over.

     Stanley closed his eyes and slumped into his seat. ‘Just keep looking at the countryside’ he told himself, and just as he was about to look again he heard her voice.

     “Hey!” He jerked his around to see that she was leaning over the aisle seat’s armrest, blouse hanging low and offering a view of her cleavage. “Who do you think you are?”

     “M...Miss?” he stammered.

     “Do you think it’s alright to stare at other people like that? Are you some kind of pervert or something?”

     “No no no no no! I’m sorry, Miss! Please don’t think that! I just couldn’t stop looking, and I apologize for that from the bottom of my”

     She cut him short. “Shut up!” She shook her head. “What’s your name?”

     “S-Stanley, Miss,” he stammered.

     “Stanley. Okay, listen, Stanley. You’re a pervert. Do you understand? You’re a filthy little pervert, and the sooner you admit that the sooner we can be on better terms. Do you understand?’ Stanley just stared, dumbstruck. “Arrgh!” she screamed as she cupped her forehead with her palm. “Just repeat after me, Stanley. I.”

     “I.”

     “Am.”

     “Am.”

     “A pervert.”

     Stanley’s voice came across just loud enough to be categorized as a whisper. “A pervert.” With that she beamed over at him.

     “Good boy!” He smiled without meaning to. “Now tell me, Stanley, would you like to continue watching us?” There was just a blank stare. “Things are about to get very...hot in here. And I will ALLOW you to watch if you agree to a couple of simple rules. Do you think you can do that? Or would you rather look away, Stanley? Follow the rules, or no lookee for you, boy.” A brief pause hung in the air.  “Answer me.”

     Stanley quickly nodded. “Y-yes, Miss. I’ll follow your rules.”

     She let out a cackle that chilled him and clapped her hands. “Oh, excellent! VERY good boy, Stanley! Okay, rule number one: you are to keep an eye on us at all times. You are not to miss a thing. Understand?” He nodded. “Good. Rule number two: when I give you this signal,” she made a jerking-off motion with her hand, “you are to take out that little pervert dick of yours and start stroking. You need to match the rhythm of my hand. That part’s important to me. Understand?” Stanley gulped and nodded his head. “And finally, when I give you this signal,” she put arm straight out with the palm facing in the classic ‘stop’ sign, “You are to let go of that dick. Immediately.”

     He squeaked out a little, “Yes, Miss,” and she grinned back at him.

     “You know, Stanley, I am soooo glad that we finally understand each other.” She looked him dead in the eyes, and any hint of levity disappeared from her face completely. “That we both finally understand our place.” With that they could hear the car door starting to open and she sat back in her seat. Her man strode back to her with a cocktail in each hand.

     The couple sipped on their mimosas and chatted about… well, Stanley wasn’t really hearing what they were talking about. He kept his face forward, just peering over and paying attention as the man’s hand rested on her knee. As the conversation went on the hand slid up, squeezing her thigh, and finally rested in-between her legs. Stanley was rock hard. The man whispered into her ear and she giggled. She got got down on her knees and unzipped his pants, unleashing his cock from its confines. Her eyes darted over to Stanley and he was given a wicked grin before she took her man into her mouth. His hand went to the back of her head, and every now and then Stanley would get a glance from her. Then, two minutes in, he was given the signal.

     The zipper would not cooperate at first, and he fumbled with it to her amusement for a few moments before slipping it out. The signal was slow, just the way she was bobbing up and down, and Stanley wrapped his fingers around himself and stroked to her rhythm. He threw his head back, but kept his eyes on her as she pleasured her lover. Any other man might be imagined what it might be like to be her boyfriend, with those lips tightening against his shaft, but not this one. No, Stanley’s mind was focused on the fact that he wasn’t getting it. And the he got got the signal to stop.

     She stood up in front of her lover and took her jeans down to her knees, giving Stanley a view of her delicious curves. Her lover reached over to her hips and pulled her panties down, then back up again to turn her around so her back was facing him. Her hand reached between her legs to handle his cock as she lowered herself down into his lap, pausing for a brief moment as the tip scraped at her lips. The man pulled down on her hips, burying himself inside of her. Stanley let loose a whimper which he prayed they hadn’t heard. A smirk from her told him that it wasn’t so.

     The couple began to fuck. Slowly. A slight slapping sound filled the car as she was lifted up and brought back down, surrounding her man with her wet warmth. One of his reached around to her clit and started toying with it, eliciting moans from the woman. Stanley glanced down at his hardness only to notice that a tiny pool of pre-cum had started to slide down his shaft like a tear. The thought of that warmth suddenly made him realize just how cold his cock felt erect in the wind. And then he was given another signal.

     His hand went immediately to work, a feeling of deep gratitude towards this woman filling him for this gift. The couple began working faster, the slaps getting louder, but Stanley maintained the pace he was given earlier. He desperately wanted to go faster, to rub himself furiously, begging to her telepathically to give her permission. Instead he was given the sign to stop. This time the whimper was loud. She moaned as his discomfort graced her ears, turning towards him and giving the most evil sneer he had ever seen.

     The fucking was even faster now. Almost violent. The seat creaked with every thrust they made. Stanley wasn’t even trying to pretend like he wasn’t paying attention any longer. His was face was turned directly towards them, eyes glued to the display in front of him. Then signal he was given matched their breakneck pace, her bracelets jangling as her hand jerked up and down. His hand grabbed it in an instant and Stanley worked his penis ferociously, hitting his balls with each downstroke. The lady’s moans grew louder. The lover started to grunt with each thrust. She brushed his hand away and toyed with her clit as she watched Stanley. His eyes were locked on their coupling, on the glistening cock that appeared for a fraction of a second of a second at a time.

     Then the pumping stopped. The lover’s fingers dug into her hips and he grunted as he came, painting her insides with his fluids. Stanley started to pant and clench, so close to erupting all over the back of the seat in front of him. Almost there… just a few moments more… and then the bracelets jangled again as he was given the signal to stop. His hand flew away. He tried to avoid what was coming, but it wasn’t going to happen. His little dick started to twitch, and his filth began to dribble out, leaking down the shaft and dripping onto the seat, his eyes wide in horror as any pleasure he may have had from the moment escaped him. The lady moaned and shivered, helped along by robbing him, by his utter ruination, locked in spasms as the warmth of her orgasm filled her. It subsided and she sat there on her lover’s lap, his cock softening inside of her, his hands stroking her arms tenderly.

     They all sat there like that for a few minutes, drained in one way or another. Finally, she started to rise and pull up her jeans and mouthing to Stanley “Put that thing away.” He tucked his now flaccid penis into his pants. Within five minutes the train came to its stop.

     “Could you go ahead? I’ll be there in a minute,” she asked her lover. He gave a nod, a kiss on the lips, and grabbed their bags from overhead before walking up the aisle. When she was gone she looked over to Stanley. He looked at her, but kept his head bowed low. “Our return trip will be next Sunday. I just thought you might like to know that.”

     He nodded. “Thank you, Miss. For everything today. It was a pleasure to be allowed to watch you today.”

     “I know it was,” she nodded, glancing at the pool of filth on his seat. “One last thing, Stanley…” The lady reached down into her pants, sticking two fingers inside of her. She pulled out a scoop of her lover’s cum and flicked it at him, catching him across his cheek. She cackled and glanced at the seat she and her lover had fucked on, noticed that some of him had leaked out of her and onto the vinyl. “I hope someone cleans that mess up.” She looked him right in the eyes and winked, then strutted off of the train.

The End