The train rattled, each lurch a reminder of the recklessness I was about to embrace. Dada Deville, her name unknown until this moment, sat across from me, her eyes a mix of apprehension and exhilaration. "Are you sure about this?" I asked, though the crisp bills already tucked into her worn leather purse said everything.
She nodded, her DDD cups straining against the thin fabric of her blouse. "I need the money...badly."
The carriage was mostly empty, save for a few oblivious commuters buried in their phones. The perfect stage for our real public sex. My pulse quickened. I reached across the small table, my fingers tracing the curve of her boobs. She didn't flinch, only bit her lip.
"Just...be quick," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the train's rhythmic clatter.
I slid to her side, pulling her close. The scent of her perfume – a sweet, almost cloying floral – filled my senses. I kissed her deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth as my hand snaked beneath her skirt. She moaned softly, a sound that sent a jolt of electricity through me.
With practiced ease, I unbuttoned her jeans, revealing a glimpse of lace panties. She was already wet. My fingers slipped inside, teasing her clit. She gasped, her body trembling.
I lowered my head, offering her a blowjob right there on the train. She hesitated for a moment, glancing around nervously before closing her eyes and surrendering to the moment. The taste of her was intoxicating.
Soon, she was begging for more. I positioned her on the seat, hiked up her skirt, and entered her roughly. She screamed in delight as my cumshot filled her with my hot seed, she squirted as I exploded inside her.
We finished quickly, breathless and flushed. She straightened her clothes, smoothed her hair, and looked at me with a mixture of gratitude and shame.
"Thank you," she said softly, her voice barely a whisper. I met her gaze, a silent understanding passing between us. We'd both gotten what we wanted. Sex for money, raw and real, on a speeding train.
Later, as she moved my hand to her ass and began to masturbate, I caught a glimpse of a smile playing on her lips. The thrill of the forbidden, the taste of danger, had awakened something within her. And within me as well.
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Dada Deville