THE TITS ON THE TRAIN

I always took the local train to work in downtown New York. 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.

What happened, though, late one summer evening, was very interesting.

I had to work very, very late, and I left work five hours later than usual. Our company was auditing the inventory for a major department store chain, and I couldn't leave until we were finished. It absolutely had to be in the next day. So, I worked until it was done. Exhausted, I waited for the train, and I knew that the late trains going back toward my home were usually quite empty. I would have plenty of room to stretch out. And, I needed to stretch out, rest, and get some sleep before I got home to a late supper.

I found a car that was nearly empty, and I sat toward the back. There were a few people up front, but no one there even noticed that I had gotten on the train. It was dark outside, and I looked at my tired reflection in the window of the train. Not bad, I thought, for a forty-year-old man. Not bad at all. I didn't look that tired.

Outside, I saw an amazing site: a young blonde woman running for the train, giant tits bouncing wildly as she scrambled for the door to the car I was on. She made it, entering the back door just as the train's conductor shouted "All aboard."

And, to my surprise and delight, she sat right across from me, and turned and looked at me and smiled.

"Whew," she said breathlessly, "I thought I was going to miss this one."

"I saw you running," I said with a smile. "I was hoping you would make it." I couldn't take my eyes off her tits. As far as tits went, there were the largest tits I had ever seen in real life, there was no doubt about that. Must be 44 DD's, I thought, if not bigger.

She smiled again and leaned back. I could see beneath the material of her tight blouse that if she was wearing a bra, it wasn't doing and good at hiding her nipples, which seemed to be erect and pushing the fabric far out. Maybe it was the slight chill in the air from the train's air conditioning, I thought.

She turned and looked at me again, and I was caught, red-handed, staring at those giant tits. I looked at her, and my face reddened, and I turned away, embarassed.

"It's OK," she said. "Everybody looks."

I turned to her and smiled. "I am sorry, it's just..."

"That I have the biggest tits you've ever seen and wanted to play with, right?"

What the hell could I say? I nodded. "Yep, you got that right."

She looked around the train, and seemed to take note of the people up front. "Why don't you come over here and sit next to me?" she asked.

I moved over across the aisle, my hard dick pressing against my pants as I slid across and sat next to her.

"Now," she whispered, "you can feel all you want." She reached down and touched the bulge of my cock through my pants. Yes indeed, I thought, giant fucking tits. I moved my hand toward the hem of her blouse, pulling it out of her skirt at her waist. With shaking hands, I unbuttoned her blouse, and was rewarded by the sudden knowledge that she was not wearing a bra at all. Her nipples were enormous and erect, complete handfuls in themselves.

I leaned forward as I tweaked one big nipple between thumb and forefinger, and sucked on her other one. She reached up and finished unbuttoning her blouse, showing the full expanse of her giant tits. Then, her hands went back to my crotch, where she began to unzip my pants. Reaching in, she found my hard cock, and pulled it out.

"Oh my," was all she said. She started stroking my cock as I sucked and licked at her tits. I couldn't believe that this was happening, that I was actually sucking the enormous tits of a complete stranger, and that she was playing with my cock in public. It was absolutely the most erotic sensation that I had ever had, and I knew that I wasn't going to last very long. I could feel my balls rising and my knees beginning to shake.

"Gonna cum," I whispered.

"Me too, just suck my nipples."

I sucked harder, and she began to moan and shake just I began to shoot my load all over her warm hand. I shot, and she jerked. She was cumming from just having her nipples sucked. I had heard about that sometimes, that there were some women who were so intensely erotic in their nipples that they needed no other stimulation than to have them sucked.

We straightened, and she opened her purse and pulled out a tissue and wiped my cock, her hand, and the front of my pants with it.

"Messy guy," she said with a smile.

We straightened our clothes and sat in silence. The train came to a halt, and she stood.

"Hope I see you again," she said. But, I knew that she didn't mean it. That was the last I ever saw of her.

--- Roger B., New York, NY