In a Flash, We Were Gone

"You reckon I should give it a try, then?" I asked of him, reading between the fairly-obvious-lines.

"I can definitely recommend it," he nodded, with that gorgeously endearing, enthralling grin of his.

Without quite believing what I was doing, I reached behind myself to undo some buttons on my dress. And as the train jolted and began to move, pulling us away from the station, I tugged the dress down my arms -- first down the left, then down the right -- until it brought my bra into view...

I unclasped the bra, slipped out of it, and set it aside, my heart aflutter and my head buzzing to the utmost with my tits bared and on display, for him and for anyone to see.

"Mmmmmm..." Toby growled, most appreciative, going to town quite freely on his cock as he drank up the sight of me. "Fuck but you're hot, Emma."

We were still pulling away from the station, people flitting past the window not as quickly as I might have liked; and to my combined dismay and immensely riling thrill, I saw a gent actually catch a glimpse of my bared tits, and with astonishment he looked up to lock eyes with me...

And in a flash, we were gone.

"Oh God, someone saw!" I gasped.

"Did they really?" Toby grinned.

"He saw me... a guy saw my tits, then he looked into my eyes..."

"How's that for a buzz, eh?" Toby beamed as he pulled at his cock, pretty furiously now.

I looked to Toby, my chest heaving with reaction and desire. And I simply fell to my knees before him, took his cock in my mouth, and sucked him rough and hard.

"Mmm!" Toby groaned, with surprise and delight. "Fucking yes, Emma!"

"Make sure you tell me if someone's coming into the carriage," I warned him, momentarily coming up for air.

"Are you sure you can trust me?" he asked of me, stinging me with my own jape from minutes before.

"Shithead," I groused, laughing all the same even as I went down on him again.

"Mmm yes Emma," he said again, whispering with awe as I sucked his long fat cock. "Emma... fuck Emma, you're sucking my cock, your mouth is on my cock on the train, in broad daylight Emma, fucking yes..."

And he was right. I was sucking him, sucking his hard cock. I love to go down on a guy -- I just adore the feeling of submission, taking a man's member in my mouth, him taking his pleasure from me and giving nothing back... that, mixed with a curious feeling of power, having his tender long rod trapped between my tongue and my cheeks, controlling his enjoyment, trapping him to the whims of my will, my teeth millimetres-near and forever threatening to do him an injury lest he mind his manners.

I drove up and down on him, keen to win his release. I pride myself on knowing how it's done, sucking cock expertly, driving my man to distraction and teasing him, edging him out; to rest my neck muscles when they got sore I would leave off and look up to him, catching Toby's gaze as I stroked his cock and worked the moisture of my saliva into his twitching long rod, biting my lip as he looked back at me with an incredible fire in his eye as I teased and caressed the bulging purple glans of his cock with the tip of my tongue and the palm of my hand, making him twitch and writhe with almost-too-much pleasure before taking his meatiness back into my mouth to plunge, and plunge, and plunge up-and-down on him...

And as I pleased him I pleased myself, tweaking and teasing my bared nipples roughly, thrusting my hand into my sopping netherwear and landing right on my clit, pressing down on it and swishing it hard, relishing the exquisite wonderful pleasure my rough self-treatment brought me...

"Fuck I'm gonna cum," Toby warned me after a few scant minutes of my merciless worship of his cock. "Emma you're gonna make me cum, fuck yes Emma yes," he added as I didn't stop, driving harder on him now to show him I wanted his shot in my mouth, "fuck yes fuck yes," he moaned and groaned, beside himself as I pistoned up-and-down on him, harder and faster without a hint of sympathy or apology, "FUCK YES FUCKING YES EMMA," he yelled now, "FUCK EMMA I'M CUMMING FUCK!" he hollered, he and I both thankful we had the carriage to ourselves as he bucked and rose out of his seat and he came, he shot his load and painted the back of my throat and he came for me, and I drank down the glorious velvety salty waves of his cum as I grabbed his hips possessively as though to take everything he could give me, and I drank and I drank as he moaned and groaned and sighed...

And he lifted me up, guided me up with his strong arms to climb up upon his chest and we kissed, I kissed him and he kissed me back, I lifted up his shirt to trace his strong abs and pecs and to press my tits against his bare skin, and we kissed deeply and longingly. I knew from the way his breath drove in and out through his nose and the way he held me, the way he grabbed me with his thrillingly rough hands, the way he caressed and claimed my body and my curves and my breasts told me that he was not done, his orgasm wasn't the end of proceedings.

All at once, somehow both roughly and needingly yet with appreciation and respect, he stood me up and turned me around. I showed my back to him as he rose out of the seat and he pulled my dress back up over my butt and he quickly pulled my panties down low, and he was right behind me, immediate and near, making my heart pound anew as he loomed dangerously yet most welcomely, probing between my legs with his hardness, teasing my bare exposed folds with the end of his still-gorging beautiful cock...

And he was inside me, his cock slipped effortlessly into my sopping hot depths and he was fucking me, fucking me from behind, taking me doggy-style in the most efficient way available given the confines of our surroundings, and we fucked -- not caring if anyone were to walk in and see us, almost lost to the sheer brazen publicness of our act as he drove into me, pounded me from behind, the scenery flashing past the windows and the bright light of day shining in and playing upon our bodies as he fondled my breasts roughly and wonderfully and we fucked, and my breath came harder and more urgently as he fucked me hard, building me higher and higher.

"Mmmmmm," I cooed softly, sotto-voce, as though I was still afraid anything louder would bring the authorities a-running. "Fuck your cock feels good!" I added as Toby reached around and held my bared breasts strongly, possessively.

"You like my cock, then?" Toby asked, and I could hear the grin in his voice even as he fucked me, as he slammed that cock home deep and hard into my willing cunt, squeezing my nipples with his work-roughened fingers and making me sigh most exquisitely.

"I liked your cock the moment I saw it," I told him. "I can't believe you just flashed me like that," I added, breaking off with a new moan as he reached down low to find my clit.

"I can't believe you didn't jump up and call the police," he returned, feeding his cock in and out of me from behind as he tweaked and swirled upon my clit, making me chase an orgasm that seemed to run further away the longer he treated me.

"I was tempted..." I told him, earning a laugh even as I ground back down upon him, dropping my hand to land upon his fingers on my clit, forcing him to press into me harder, rougher, grinding me faster with his big fat textured digits. "But then I would have missed out on all of this!"

"And that guy on the platform would have missed seeing your tits, too," Toby reminded me.

I cringed slightly at the memory, though it was overwhelmed by a new moan as Toby adjusted his angle and hit my spot more sweetly with his cock. "Shut up and fuck me, Toby," I advised. "Fuck my cunt, Toby, fuck me with your big fat long cock. Fucking hell I want this, Toby I want this, fuck me Toby yes," I implored, my voice becoming breathy and high, keening at the sweet treatment he applied with his fingers, his hands and his cock.

There was a new urgency to his thrusts in response to my talk, and I could tell I had brought him close again, he and I were nearly there. It hadn't taken long but that was for the best, we moaned and gasped with exhilaration at the sheer utter danger of what we were doing, sucking and fucking right there in the middle of an open train carriage in the early afternoon -- the thrill of the thought of being seen or being caught was real, it was getting us there extra quick, and I let go of my inhibitions and I moaned and groaned loud and free, Toby responded and he joined me in gasping and crying out, I felt his cock twitch and surge and the sensation of his second orgasm roaring along his cock tipped me over the edge and we came, he came and I came, that gorgeous hot long cock shot the rest of his load deep into my twitching grasping cunt and I came, I came long and hard and loud and he joined me, we came and we came together, until finally our hollering cries became moans and groans, settled down into sighs and we came down, and he turned my face and we kissed as best we could with his front pressed to my back while we enjoyed the last of his shots and spurts of cum easing out into me, until I could wait no longer and I turned and pressed my bared chest into his and we kissed proper, letting each other feel and know the appreciation and the wonder, the shared joy and the sheer danger in what we had just done to each other and with each other.

We kissed and we settled, and an announcement came over the train's speakers -- making me jump at the thought we were being called out and declared the wicked wantons that we were, until I realised the guard was making his customary call that we were nearly at the end of the line. "We seem to share the same stop," I murmured, even as we reluctantly began to redress.

"Actually I was supposed to get off a couple stops ago," Toby confessed. "I wasn't ready to say goodbye, though."

"You could tell I was up for it, hmm?" I grinned.

"I was definitely hoping so!"

We both laughed. "Well I'm very glad you did stay with me," I told him.

"Me too," he returned, as we moved in for another kiss.

Eventually the train came to a halt, and we stepped onto the platform, tits and cocks and arses safely re-inserted into dresses and jeans. Despite our newly-acquired decency, I was half expecting the constabulary to be waiting for us at the station, ready to haul us away after the imagined evil eyes of Big Brother had seen us in action -- but I was almost disappointed to find that so far as everyone was concerned, nothing out of the ordinary had gone on in our carriage.

"Any chance you might like to go for a cup of coffee?" Toby asked of me, as we strolled along the platform, side by side.

Something in his tone made me turn -- he was still offering that characteristic, never-ending smile, but this time there seemed to be a hint of hopeful, self-doubting uncertainty about him.

I frowned at that, until I remembered his story. "You're expecting me to tell you I've already got a boyfriend!" I realised -- and I couldn't help but laugh as his face confirmed my theory.

"Well I'm happy to inform you," I went on, "that there are no boyfriends, fiancés, husbands or sugar-daddies for me. I would love to go for a coffee with you."

Toby beamed with relief. "Great!" he cheered -- and he moved in to kiss me, as though in reward for me not being a cheating scag.

"Do you reckon you'll keep it in your pants this time?" I asked of him, cheekily.

He laughed in reply. "Talk about first impressions," he smiled, somewhat ruefully. "I usually do keep it sheathed, ninety-nine per cent of the time. I'm really not that much a wicked horndog, honestly."

I affected to look disappointed. "Aww," I groused. "And here I am," I added, handing something to him, "thinking I'd be 'going commando' in solidarity."

Toby blinked, and then he boggled as he realised he was holding my dampened knickers in his hands. "Emma!" he mock-scolded, even as he unsubtly patted about my hips and arse to confirm the absence of a pantie-line. "You wicked harridan," ­he added as he slipped them into his pocket for safe-keeping. "How very dare you!"

We laughed as we exited the station, hand-in-hand, my mind singing at what had gone down during an otherwise ordinary train trip; and as Toby and I chatted and laughed as we shared the rest of that afternoon together, I thrilled at the sensations brought about by my unfettered box in the fresh air, and the thought that somebody somewhere might catch a glimpse of my form as the dress swished and twirled against my sex, and occasionally clung to my form.

And every now and again, as we sat opposite each other in the café, I would lift the hem of my dress to flash him with my cunt. And he would respond, most gentlemanly, with a flash of his cock.

Least he could do, really.

Our relationship lasted about six months. He was very nice, wonderfully respectful and always keen to keep things positive, equal and consensual -- surprising perhaps, given the way he had introduced himself! And of course the sex was great, but we were young so our time together ended for the usual reasons. He did have quite an impact on my life though, which lasted well after our relationship was done...

At least once a week on my commutes to or from Karen's interior design studio, I like to treat myself by 'going commando' as I board the train. I would sit easily in a seat by myself, with a jacket perched innocently in my lap, my skirt raised high and a hand buried discretely in my bare un-knickered mound: taking my time, drawing out the fun over the whole trip, tweaking and diddling my clit and teasing out my moisture, driving myself to the very heights of pleasure and keeping myself there, pegging myself out mercilessly.

Every now and again on these occasions, as I sat there on the broil, I would seek to catch a fellow passenger's eye, and strike up a conversation if they seemed amenable and approachable. And if the conditions were right -- if the carriage wasn't too crowded, the mood was good and mutual and they, man or woman, seemed like they might not mind too much -- I would say to them, with my best, most cheeky and endearing grin...

"Can you keep a secret?"

And they would indeed keep, and enjoy, my secret. And sometimes, they would even share with me a secret of their own...

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AUTHOR'S NOTE / POSTSCRIPTUM

FOR ANY OF YOU FOLKS OF A MIND TO MAYBE GO OUT AND FLASH SOMEONE AFTER READING THIS, PLEASE REMEMBER -- CONSENT IS ESSENTIAL!!!

I'm first to admit, our Toby did not gain Emma's express consent to expose himself to her. Not at all.

In this piece of pure and utter fantasy, our male protagonist initiated a friendly conversation, tested the waters, used his empathy, and made a judgment as to the chances of his actions being welcome, or at least more welcome than otherwise. And even during the build-up, they spoke about issues of consent, the repugnance of acting when unwelcome, and his regrets at that one time where it all went to shit.

BEAR IN MIND: Toby's chances -- or your chances, or my chances -- of enjoying similar success in the real world, in this situation of going out and flashing someone in public, are a million to one or worse. Anyone in Emma's situation isn't expecting such a thing; the likelihood of her reacting negatively is crazy high, if not a certainty. What must he think of her? Why can't he bother himself to ask her out, wine her and dine her, woo her properly -- and show her his cock once he's earned the right? Is she not worth all that effort?

Guys (and gals), c'mon now. There's a thousand videos on the old pornhub with the same plotline as this tale (significantly dumbed down though, thank you), and we all know those videos are staged, they are fake as fuck. The guy filming with a smartphone in one hand, and pulling his cock with the other, is flashing a consenting friend or partner or actor, not some random on the subway or in the park or in a carpark. No way is any of that shit depicting a genuine encounter -- and in the very slim chance that it is, did they consent to his filming and posting it up to be viewed by millions?

It's murky stuff, folks. Dangerous as hell, flashing someone like this, and once done it can't be taken back. Even fiddling with yourself beneath a jacket while folks sit nearby is shifty as fuck -- I wouldn't want to actually come across someone else doing that, would you?

This is all pure fantasy, all of these tales on Literotica, and one would like to think this kind of disclaimer should not be necessary. You're right, it shouldn't... but sadly it is. We cannot condone actual unwelcome acts of exposure or sexual lewdness in public settings -- leave those sorts of thoughts here, in our mutual fantasy world. Dream about it, beat the meat or rub ya nubbin at the thought of it, but leave it at that.

Don't take such an awful, stupid, literally criminal risk in flashing your bits at someone. Ask them out, wine and dine them, woo the living shit out of them, go down on this lovely object of your admiration and affection before you even think about whipping it out, dammit! Be good and be right, and don't do a damned thing until you've won ENTHUSIASTIC CONSENT. That's not only essential, it's hot as fuck when your partner actively wants it, needs it, is nearly begging for it. Work for it and win it, ya dickhead, and leave your piece leashed until enthusiastic consent has been won.

Cheers all -- apologies again for the disclaimer, I hope you enjoyed the story otherwise. Leave me some stars and send me some feedback, share with me your fantasies or maybe your fun-times involving public shenanigans (with consenting partners only, please and thanks).

-- aussie_101