Train Stranger's Urgent Craving

I met a woman on the train and she said she didn't where she wanted to go and then she asked me what kind a man i was and told her that I been divorced for five years and she said I been divorced for a year and then she said I need a good man to have sex with

The train rattled through the tunnels, half-empty at midnight. She slid into the seat across from me, legs crossed in a short black skirt, blouse unbuttoned just enough to tease the lace underneath. Dark hair tousled, lips full and smirking like she owned the car. "Lost?" I asked, eyes flicking to her thighs. She leaned forward, cleavage straining. "Kinda. Don't know where I wanna go tonight." Her gaze pinned me. "What kinda man are you?" "Divorced five years," I said, voice low. "Single. Hungry." Her smile sharpened. "Me too. Divorced a year ago. And right now? I need a good man to fuck me senseless." Heat hit my gut hard. She uncrossed her legs slow, skirt riding up, no panties—just bare, slick folds glistening under the fluorescent hum. I shifted, cock thickening in my jeans. "That an invitation?" She bit her lip, hand trailing up her thigh. "Door's closing in two stops. Your place or mine?" The train lurched. I stood, towering over her, grabbed her wrist. "Mine. Now." She rose, pressing against me, nipples hard points through thin fabric. Her breath hot on my neck as the doors hissed open.

We stumbled off the train into the cool night air, her body glued to mine, hand already fumbling my belt buckle as we hit the escalator. Her fingers dipped inside my jeans, wrapping firm around my shaft, stroking with urgent twists that made my breath hitch. "Fuck, you're thick," she murmured, thumb circling the slick head. The empty street blurred past; I pinned her against the station wall, hiking her skirt. My fingers slid between her thighs—wet heat soaking them instantly. She gasped, grinding down, clit pulsing under my touch. "Can't wait," I growled, dropping to my knees. Tongue flat, I dragged it up her slit, tasting salt and need. She threaded fingers in my hair, hips bucking as I sucked her swollen nub, two fingers plunging deep. Her moan echoed. "Inside me—now."

I hauled her up by the hips, her legs wrapping my waist as I spun us toward the shadows of the alley. Jeans shoved down just enough, my cock sprang free, throbbing against her soaked entrance. She clawed my shoulders, nails biting skin, urging me on. "Fuck me hard," she hissed, eyes wild. One thrust buried me balls-deep, her walls clenching tight, hot and dripping around my length. She cried out, head thrown back, pussy fluttering as I pinned her to the brick wall. I pounded in, relentless—short, brutal strokes that slapped skin on skin, her tits bouncing free from the blouse. Sweat slicked us; her heels dug into my ass, pulling deeper. I gripped her throat lightly, thumb on her pulse, feeling it race. She tightened, gasping, "Yes—right there—" The distant train rumble faded under her building whimpers. I angled up, grinding her clit with every slam.

As her beautiful brown tan legs up in the air and I see her beautiful feet and I thought too myself I hadn't had pussy like this in along time

I shifted her higher against the wall, hooking her beautiful brown tan legs over my shoulders. Her heels dangled in the air, feet flexing—perfect arches, toes curling tight with each thrust. Fuck, I hadn't had pussy like this in a long time, gripping me like a vice, slick and scorching. She arched, thighs quivering around my neck, the scent of her arousal thick in the alley. "Deeper—god, stretch me," she panted, one foot brushing my cheek, urging me on. I slammed harder, balls slapping her ass, her walls rippling in waves. Sweat dripped from my brow onto her heaving tits. Her pulse thrummed under my thumb as I choked her just right, eyes locking—raw, feral hunger. She shattered first, pussy convulsing, flooding my cock with heat. "Coming—fuck!" Her cry bounced off bricks, body seizing. I wasn't far behind, pounding through her spasms, chasing the edge.

Her Her orgasm milked me, walls pulsing in frantic squeezes, dragging me under. I growled low, thrusting erratic now—deep, grinding bucks that smeared her cream down my shaft. Her legs trembled over my shoulders, feet arching high, toes splaying as aftershocks ripped through her. "Fuck—fill me," she rasped, nails raking my neck, voice wrecked. Tension coiled tight in my gut. One final slam, and I buried deep, cock swelling, erupting hot ropes inside her clenching heat. Pulse after pulse, I flooded her, hips jerking, her pussy sucking every drop. She moaned, thighs clamping my ears, heels pressing my back. We panted, locked together, my grip loosening on her throat as sweat cooled on flushed skin. I eased her down slow, legs sliding to wrap my waist again, cock still twitching buried in her. Her lips crashed into mine, tongue demanding, tasting salt and need. "Not done yet," she whispered against my mouth, rocking her hips.

I pulled back just enough to flip her around, pressing her palms flat against the rough brick. Her ass arched back, slick thighs parting, my cum already leaking down her inner leg in glossy trails. "Take it again," I growled, gripping her hips, cock nudging her soaked entrance. She pushed back, impaling herself with a sharp gasp, walls fluttering around my renewed hardness. I drove in steady, deep strokes, one hand tangling in her hair, yanking her head back. Her breath hitched, spine bowing as I reached around, fingers circling her swollen clit—slick, pulsing under my touch. "Fuck, you're dripping us out," I rasped, thumbing her tight ring, teasing the edge. She clenched hard, moaning low, grinding against the pressure. Faster now, skin slapping, her free foot hooking my calf, pulling me impossibly deeper. Tension rebuilt, her body quaking on the brink.

And that night her naked beautiful body laid in my arms and I knew this was the one I wanted in my life

Her body seized, pussy clamping down like a fist as she came again, drenching my fingers in fresh heat. "Yes—right there!" she cried, ass grinding back, chasing every circle on her clit. I didn't let up, pounding through her shudders, thumb pressing firmer against her puckered ring, dipping just inside. The vice of her tightened, pulling groans from us both—skin slick, alley air thick with our musk. She buckled forward, braced on shaking arms, and I followed, erupting deep once more, jets painting her walls white. We collapsed against the wall, breaths ragged, my cock slipping free with a wet pop, our mixed release trickling down her thighs. Hours later, in my bed, her naked body lay warm in my arms—curves pressed flush, tan skin glowing under dim light, full breasts rising soft against my chest. Legs tangled, her foot tracing my calf. I knew then—this was the one I wanted in my life.

Weeks blurred into months of tangled sheets and stolen weekends. We'd fuck slow in the mornings, her riding me with lazy rolls, nails digging into my shoulders as sunlight spilled over her sweat-slick curves. Nights out turned into urgent hotel romps—her bent over the sink, my hand muffling her moans while I claimed her from behind. She glowed, fuller now, breasts heavy and sensitive, nipples pebbling under my tongue as I'd suckle gently, fingers plunging deep between her thighs. "God, you're so wet," I'd murmur, feeling her clench around me, hips bucking for more. One evening, she emerged from the bathroom, test in hand, two pink lines stark. "Pregnant," she whispered, eyes wide, a smile breaking through. I pulled her close, hand splaying over her still-flat belly, lips brushing her neck. Heart pounding, I knew—this was forever. "Marry me," I said, voice rough with certainty, already hard against her thigh.

"Yes," she breathed, eyes shining as she crushed her mouth to mine, tongue plunging deep. Her hand wrapped around my cock, stroking firm through my pants, pulling me toward the bed. We stripped frantic, her swollen lips parting as I thrust in—slow at first, savoring her heat. "Fuck me like you own me," she gasped, legs locking my waist, heels digging into my ass. Days melted into a haze of need. Mornings, she'd wake me straddling, pussy grinding down my length, belly rounding under my palms. Afternoons on the couch, her on all fours, I'd rail her from behind, one hand rubbing her clit while the other cradled her bump. Even late, belly huge, she'd ride reverse, ass bouncing, moans echoing as I'd thumb her slick rim. "Harder—fill me," she'd demand, clenching to milk every drop. Nine months of relentless fucking peaked one dawn—our daughter arrived, perfect, wailing, her tiny fist curling around my finger.