while finding her luscious ass with my mouth. I pinched and pulled on her stiff nipples while kissing, licking and nibbling all over and around her beautiful butt.
Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that the businessmen had grown more silent while their pants had grown more tight. Each of them had a full erection, and a couple were rubbing themselves as they watched us in silence.
My tongue finally worked its way down to Carmen’s hot, throbbing clit and inner lips, and she reflexively released a loud, lustful moan. We both looked over to see that the nun was still sleeping, and proceeded.
I slid my right hand back down her body and fingered and flicked her clit as I ate her out from behind. I could hear her breathing getting heavier and could feel her excitement building as I tongue-fucked her sex-hungry hole while massaging her clit with my right hand and her breasts with my left.
Just as the announcement came through the speakers that our stop was the next one, Carmen let out a deep, low, guttural moan and pushed her twitching, pulsating hole harder onto my tongue. She moved one hand from the pole and used it to press my right hand tighter against her clit. After repeatedly pumping back into and on me, I felt her body stiffen and her joy juices flow forth. I lapped up the copious product of her pleasure and lovingly licked her from top to bottom before sliding her panties back into place and pulling her dress down over her ass.
As we straightened our clothes and began to exit the train, I looked back at the businessmen with their sex-starved eyes and their hard dicks still standing at full attention.
“Tastes so sweet,” I said with a smile as I slowly ran my tongue over my still-wet lips, and I swear one of the Japanese guys came in his pants.
Carmen and I have had public sex in several other places since then, but this was by far my favorite time. I can still feel the vibration of the train and can taste her on my tongue. It was truly a beautiful, blissful, erotic experience like no other.
3
Sex on Wheels
Jenna and Diane
In my younger, more wild days, I liked pursuing unattainable women and engaging in sexual experimentation and adventure. In college, I successfully and proudly seduced our intensely hot, but moody, Chemistry professor, Diane. She had long, slender legs and fine, delicate, perfectly-proportioned features that every woman would kill for, but she seemed tense and serious most of the time. I occasionally stayed after class and visited her during office hours, moving the conversation to lighter topics to make her laugh and soften her up. We made out a few times in her office before I came up with a surprise plan.
I knew she would be at the big football game at the end of the week since it was the final home game of the season and we had a chance to make it to the playoffs. The whole school was expected to be there, so I planned to attend, too.
Throughout the first half of the game, Diane and I repeatedly made brief eye contact across the many heads separating us on the bleachers. Three minutes into the third quarter, with the score tied at 14, I motioned to Diane to meet me around the back of the bleachers.
“Meet me at my car in Lot D, space 38,” I told her as she rounded the corner, and continued walking. Neither of us could let on that our relationship was anything more than student-teacher, so we tried to appear as discreet and nonchalant as possible around others.
“Hi, beautiful,” I said with a welcoming smile when Diane opened my passenger door and got inside. We were in a darkened corner of the lot that had only a small sliver of a streetlight streaming in, but Diane’s warm smile lit the space up on its own.
“Hi,” she said, and leaned in for a kiss. The crowd roared in the distant background in response to some magnificent play on the field, but it felt as though they were