The Sex Train

I always took the Metrolink to work in downtown Los Angeles. I lived about forty miles from downtown, and I found that taking the train was a lot faster, easier on my nerves, and easier on my budget than sitting in rush hour traffic for a couple of hours. From the train station, I took the subway a few miles. That took about five minutes.

It was great. The train was seldom crowded at first, till people got wind of it, and soon, it was crowded, so they added more trains. Then, they added more trains going back in the afternoons, and more people started taking the Metrolink.

What happened, though, one early summer afternoon, was very interesting.

I had half the day off, and I left work early. I waited for the train, and I knew that the early trains going back toward my home were usually quite empty. I would have plenty of room to stretch out in one of the upper cars that had a small table in the center.

When I got on the train in Union Station, it was virtually empty. There was no one in the table car at all, and I went and sat down, putting my briefcase on the table in front of me. The train wasn’t going to be leaving for another fifteen minutes, so I took the opportunity to go over some paper work from my briefcase. I got lost in what I was doing, and my reverie was broken by the voice of the engineer, telling us we would be making our first stop in twenty minutes.

I looked up as the train started out of the station. For the first time, I noticed that I wasn’t alone in the compartment. There was a rather youngish looking black man sitting across from me and one seat up. He smiled as I looked over at him. I smiled back, and his smile got a little broader. He nodded his head, as if to say, “Hello,” and I nodded back.

“You take the train every day?” he asked.

I nodded. “Early train today, though. I got off early.”

He slid farther to the edge of the seat, and I could see that he was dressed very casually. He was wearing loose fitting white shorts, which contrasted starkly with the dark brown skin of his legs. Then, I noticed, and I was sure, that he was not wearing any underwear. As he spread his legs a bit, I could see the tip of his uncut, almost black cock. Leaning over into the aisle, he spread his legs even farther apart and I could even see his nutty-brown balls, sprinkled with spindly dark black hairs.

My face reddened, realizing that he knew I was staring at him. But, he didn’t cover himself. He just sat there, looking at me and smiling.

I could feel myself becoming aroused and admitted to myself that I was enjoying this feeling of voyeurism. Then he leaned back in his seat, lifting his leg a bit so his fat cock popped completely out of his shorts, along with his balls and just hung there.

I was getting wet looking at his ebony equipment. I’d never seen a black man’s sexual equipment before and I had to admit that it looked… interesting. Then to my surprise and secret delight, his cock began to grow. The head began to peep out as the foreskin was slowly peeled back by the expanding, elongating bright purple head of his cock.

I didn’t know what to do, but I began to squirm a little in my seat. I knew he was flashing me and I wasn’t appalled… and I loved it.

Then as he realized I wasn’t going to scream, his cock really began to grow at a rapid rate. It suddenly sprang up and stuck straight up in the air, lying across his belly. I was mesmerized by the sight, delighted by watching his dick twitch and grow and throb like that.

My boyfriend’s dick wouldn’t have reached half his length and he’s circumcised. This strange looking thing was all natural and so big and strong looking.

I looked around us very quickly. Except for the two of us, the compartment was totally empty. He seemed to understand what my glance meant and reached down to hook his hands in his white shorts and then pulled them complete off, all the way past his ankles, dropping them on the floor.

I couldn’t stand much more. I knew I was acting crazy, but I reached down, spreading my legs and hiked my skirt up, then turned toward him so he could see me.

His eyes widened and he smiled as he reached down and touched the wet tip of his hard cock. I pulled my panties down and spread my legs wide, facing him, letting him see the hairy lips of my wet pussy.

Leaning closer toward me, he sat straight on the edge of the seat, his heavy balls dangling over the edge of the seat. Then he began stroking his long smooth dick in unison with my fingers moving in and out of my pussy. He pulled his foreskin over the head of his dick, then let it pop out again, faster and faster. I was moving my fingers in and out of my wet pussy, feeling a truly electrifying orgasm coming on soon. My legs began to jerk and twist, spasms shaking my body.

I came, a moan escaping my lips, just as he said, “Yeah!” and shot huge gobs of white cum all over the aisle. His cock spewed and spewed and it seemed like it would never stop.

Exhausted, I tossed my panties into my purse and pulled out a handkerchief. I got up and wiped his dick dry, then the spots on the floor and tossed the hanky in the trash receptacle. Then I sat at my seat, looking at him, watching him pull his shorts back over his softening ebony cock. Neither of us said a word, and my stop was coming up soon.

The conductor announced the next stop and I stood, gathering my belongings. I looked at him and he smiled back at me.

I walked past him and stopped. “Till next time,” I said, and smiled at him.

I’ve looked for him again but have never run across him again. I don’t know who he was, where he was going, or anything about him. But for just a few fleeting moments, I had the most intense sexual experience of my life, one I will never forget.