Train into town SeXStoRY

A few years ago, one very hot summer, I caught a train to town with my wife. The carriages were the old type, where the door opens into them, and you sit side by side facing each other. My wife and I both wanted to sit by the window, so we sat facing opposite each other, and opened our papers. They were the Sunday papers – the huge kind you disappear behind. After a few stops, a man and his young daughter came in. He sat next to my wife, and she squashed in next to me. It was a hot day, and whilst he, like me, was wearing trousers and a shirt, the young girl was wearing a short skirt and light blouse top. Nothing tarty or anything, just causal summer wear. Alas, I couldn’t take my eyes off her legs and, as if sensing my gaze, she seemed to shift them ever so slightly, showing me enough thigh to make my cock suddenly stiffen against my tight trousers. There was no way you could miss the bulge, and in a bid to stop my wife noticing my arousal, I lowered the paper so that it covered all of my lap. She was far to busy in her paper to notice anyway, as was the father of the girl. The girl on the other hand, was transfixed. She stared right at it, a slight coy smile on her lovely lips, until I could take it no longer, reached down, lowered my zip with a cough, and unleashed my rock hard cock, which bounced out into the sunlight like a demon possessed. She gave a little half gasp, half laugh with delight, and watched as I took it in my left hand and started to pump. Mercifully the window was open and the sound of the tracks drowned out any noise I was making. It felt so hard and hot in my tight grasp that it only took a few pumps before semen stared creaming out of my tip, hot gushing splashes that ran down my hand and over my paper and lap. Then I simply pushed it back in, all wet and sticky, and went back to reading my paper. The girl said something to her father about being hungry, they left, and I never saw her again.