Train Bathroom Succubus
It was a scorching day in the middle of the summer, and the deserted platform for the train was extremely hot. The air barely moved, and I could feel the sweat already dripping down my back, no doubt leaving a visible mark. Sweat was dripping into my eyes, which is why I blinked twice when I noticed the woman.
I hadn't noticed her come up the stairs, but now she stood about ten feet to my left, leaning against one of the pillars.
Now, I'd been attracted to women before. I'm fairly good looking, and come off nice, so I've been able to get with some, too. But this woman was something else.
Maybe about six feet, three inches tall. Slender, clean limbs with some muscle tone, and wide at the hips and with a nice rack too. Then, I darted my gaze away. She had caught me looking. Still, I couldn't help myself. I'd smoked a little weed earlier for the ride, and I couldn't stop myself from sneaking another glance.
She had long, beautiful legs, pale and hardly covered by the tight running shorts she wore, with barely more coverage than boxers. They were flush against her skin, showing me her toned ass and the hint of her pussy outlined between her legs. I looked away and then glanced back, drawn to her pussy again. My throat was dry as my gaze traveled upwards.
Her face was smooth, aristocratic and slightly haughty. Wisps of blond hair escaped a pink hat and highlighted a lovely neck.
She made eye contact with me. I looked down at my hands, pretending nothing had happened. She had blue eyes, I mentally noted.
And so it went. For some reason, I was incredibly drawn to this girl. The more I studied her, the more I had to keep looking. I had to soak in every detail, and fix it in my brain.
I was worried I was creeping her out. She'd definitely caught me looking a few times, but somehow, I was sure she was used to it. I sneaked another glance. She was leaning against one of the pillars in the station. Her collarbones were pronounced and gorgeous. White skin draped down cleanly, sheeting over what looked like really nice breasts. The neckline on her top was actually fairly modest, so it was hard to tell. The thin brown straps of her top showed off how pale her skin was, though it didn't look unhealthy by any means. She met my eyes, calmly.
For once, I didn't look away. I had the confidence to think she might like what she saw. We held the eye contact, and then her lips curled upwards into a strong, almost gleeful smile. I wasn't brave enough to smile back, and looked down.
That's when the train came, a roaring presence that thundered along the tracks and set a huge wind through the station. I hurried aboard and sat on a seat by the door. I was completely alone in the cab. No one was going to or from this little town, really.
I resolved to stop thinking about the woman. I was behaving like a creep, and besides I had some reading I should do on the train ride home. Improve my mind a little.
I began rustling in my backpack for my book. It was a genuinely good novel, a russian classic, and I had no doubt I would soon be sincerely absorbed.
She strode in through the still open doors a second after I opened the book. I caught a glimpse of white, slender calves from the corner of my eye, and looked up involuntarily. She sat one seat up from me, across the aisle, and most of her body was obscured.
I raised an eyebrow, secretly delighted that I could keep sneaking looks, and kept reading the book. I found a rhythm, glancing up every couple pages to get a look at the smooth muscles of crossed legs, and then go back to my book. The train left the station as I read, hurtling onwards towards the city. But after about a chapter, I caught a whiff of a new smell. It was a musky scent, and when I looked up, I saw she was rubbing a lotion into the flank of one thigh.
I was strangely fascinated by this. I watched the lotion pooling on the smooth skin before her hands worked it in. It was almost hypnotic. She did several coatings, which I watched fastidiously. Where before her legs had been beautiful, now I really struggled to look away. They seemingly glowed with vitality and beauty. The smell was far stronger. I realized I had a massive boner.
It was very difficult for me to read after that. My boner wouldn't go away - every time I got a whiff of that smell, it would roar back to life. Jesus, that woman. I couldn't stop imagining her in my mind's eye, and was constantly sneaking looks. I couldn't stop imagining her naked, imagining sex with her.
Fuck. I was honestly the type who wasn't afraid to jack off in public bathrooms, though I always made sure to clean up thoroughly and aim into the toilet.
I was starting to really want to, at least to take care of this boner, which at this point was getting uncomfortable. It had been hard since I first started smelling her and it was beginning to throb.
Once I made the decision, I acted swiftly. I got up from my seat and strode up the aisle. When I passed her seat, I heard a noise. When I looked back, five feet away, I was shocked to see her getting up from her seat as well.
Fuck! No way, is she also getting up? My thoughts exploded in panic. Did I make her think about using the bathroom too? I kept walking up the aisle, suddenly off balance. Do I dare jack off to her if she's in the other bathroom?
My dick jerked a strong affirmative, hardening at the thought. I thanked God when both bathrooms were vacant, and chose the one on the left. I pulled it open, and flicked the light on. Inside was a bathroom big enough for a handicapped person, with a toilet in one corner, as well as a fold out table in the other corner, set below hip height and intended to change babies on.
Before I slid the door shut, however, a pale and slender hand caught it. Before I really knew what was happening, she was in the bathroom with me. She ducked her head a bit to get into the cramped doorway, and then slid the door shut behind her.
She locked it. "Hello," she said, voice husky. She was silhouetted in the doorway, tall and gorgeous.
She smelled overwhelmingly of that musky scent, filling the bathroom. What the hell was in that weed I smoked? Am I dreaming, or did this goddess just come into my bathroom stall with me?
I had been planning to jack off to her, would I get to have sex with her instead? Maybe she really did see something she liked.
"Hi," I said back, after an awkward pause. "You're... uh in my bathroom, so if you could please...?" My voice trailed off to a squeak.
She took a step forward. "You were gonna jack off to me, weren't you? Don't lie."
I noticed her height again, the muscle of her legs. I still reckoned I could have taken her in a fight, though. I worked out too.
"Nooo! What? What the hell are you talking about? You're crazy"
She put her hands on her hips, and laughed. "You're lying! I can always tell when someone is about to jack off to me."
"Look, lady -!" She interrupted me with one soft finger on my lips. I sputtered to a stop.
"Listen, normally, this would have been a problem. But I think you could convince me to let you get away with it."
"How?" I asked, tremulously. I was worried that I was sort of admitting to it by asking that, but more enthusiastic about her forgiving me.
She cocked her head at me, looked me up and down. "Strip," she said, voice imperial. It was honestly the words I was most hoping to hear. It had always been a fantasy of mine to have sex with a stranger in a bathroom.
Still, I hesitated to strip until she shucked her running shorts off in one motion, leaving only lacy black underwear on top of creamy skin. Her legs were magnificent. She was taller than me, and it felt like they took up my whole field of view - two toned legs coming up to wide hips. Her skin was exquisitely cared for, and my wide eyes followed the smooth expanse up to her camel toe, clearly visible through the underpants. I gulped, and pulled my shorts off over my raging boner.
One of her long arms came forward, and she stroked the head. I whimpered. "Now your shirt," she whispered.
I took it off, swallowing another moan as she continued to stroke my dick. She pulled her underpants off completely, giving me a clear view at a perfect, pink pussy. It was already wet.
The hand that had been stroking my dick suddenly yanked downwards, and my knees hit the floor. Now, my chin was level with her belly button, still covered by the tight top she wore.
"Now, I want you to eat me out." With no hesitation after that, her hands came to rest against my cheeks. She stroked my jaw, and then pulled my head downwards. I didn't resist, and eagerly began lapping at her pussy.
She tasted heavenly. Her smell was intense and her taste was too. I closed my eyes as I ate her out, lost in the world of her pussy. We made our way lower, with her perched on the toilet seat while I knelt, her thighs around my head. The feeling of her soft skin against my cheeks was erotic as I sucked and licked. I don't know how long I ate her out for, but eventually, she pulled my head up.
She locked my lips in a kiss that sent shivers down my spine and made my knees weak. My lips tingled as her soft lips sucked on mine. Just the kiss alone sent waves of pleasure through my body. She pulled away, suddenly. I opened my eyes, dazed.
"Here." She placed the bottle of lotion in my hand. "I need more of this. Apply it."
With that, she pulled her top off as well. It revealed a slimmer waist, though with faint muscles. Smooth skin all the way up, past a delicious belly button and perfectly sized boobs that burst out as she lifted the shirt. Then, the whole of her was visible in front of me, every element perfectly sized and beautiful. An expanse of milky white perfection. She seemed to pose. I was dazzled by the completeness of her beauty, and the power it gave her.
I began applying the lotion, squeezing it on her and frantically rubbing it in. I couldn't seem to touch her enough. My fingers glided up and down her, stopping only to squirt more on. I knelt, getting one thigh, and found myself eating her out again. Her fingers laced through my hair. I pulled back out and continued the work, getting her waist, her sides, her long arms and beautiful thighs. I lotioned underneath her breasts, all around her ass. It completely consumed me, this task of covering her with the stuff. It felt like I was worshiping every part of her body.
By the end of it, the musky smell was incredibly thick. I breathed it in with every breath, and I was starting to feel lightheaded. She glowed in the bathroom light, absolutely lotioned on every inch. A goddess, I kept thinking as I looked at her. She seemed taller now.
She reached down, and casually ripped my own underwear off. It parted seemingly effortlessly under her grasp. Then her hand, still silky smooth and slimy from the lotion I had rubbed in, began to jack me off. This alone was better than any sex I'd ever have. I moaned, and my hips started bucking about twenty seconds in. She pulled me close to her. We were both fully naked, and the feeling of her body on mine, touching me in so many places, was incredible.
She kissed my neck. Then she brought her mouth up to my ear. "You can't come yet," she whispered, and bit my ear, sending a shock through my body.
She continued to work my cock. I held on to her while she did, breathed her in. We were both standing up. My face was between her breasts, on her neck kissing, wherever.
Suddenly, she stopped. "Now, I want you to do something for me. Will you do it?"
Normally, when someone asks you that question, you reply "What is it?"
But I replied, "Yes." I was in a daze.
She turned me around, and pressed me forward without another word. I stumbled and fell onto the table in front of me, catching myself half on top of it. Her hand pressed into the small of my back, resting there. Keeping me on the table.
"I want you to relax," she said, and leaned forward. She draped herself over me, covering my back with her belly. I could feel her breasts, pressing on top of my shoulders. She gently sucked on the side of my neck as she leaned over me. Wherever she touched I felt tingles and pleasure. She slowly moved her body on top of me as she nibbled on me, rubbing her breasts and belly in circles that made my toes curl. Every part of my skin felt hypersensitive when she touched it. Her hips moved too, behind my hips. I felt one of her arms come to my side, and her hand cupped my ass.
A second later, she began softly fingering the rim. It didn't take long before a finger slipped inside, and quickly found its mark. I gasped at the intense pleasure. Soon, two, and then three fingers were slowly probing me. I should have come a long time ago. I wasn't known for my endurance, and my dick was soaking wet and aching as her other hand stroked it. Still, I wasn't able to come. The pleasure just kept building.
She pulled her hips back. "Ready?"
I didn't know what she was asking, but I moaned as her fingers slipped out of my ass. Her hands came to rest on either side of my hips.
Then, something else penetrated my ass. It filled it up much more fully as it went in. I thrashed, suddenly broken out of what I realized had been a delirium.
What the hell was going on here? Did she have a dick? I'm not about to let anyone fuck my ass, I'm not gay!
I squirmed, trying to get her out. "Hey, stop!" I blurted out.
I couldn't turn over with her hands pressing my back to the table. She was really strong and heavy, and I was pinned. All I could do was thrash my hands back behind my back, which was driving her cock deeper inside me. "What the hell are you doing," I cried. "Stop!"
"What do you mean, stop?" She asked, tone harsh. "You love this!"
With that, she slipped the dick inside me again. Her thighs crashed against mine, from behind. It went deep. I stopped myself from moaning out of sheer willpower. "I don't!"
"You wanted this! I could feel it from across the station!" She pounded me again. I let out another grunt. Her powerful hips flexed as she drove her cock in and out.
"No...No! I didn't!"
She continued, with a softer, more frequent rhythm. She was hitting my spot on every other couple strokes, giving me a jolt of pleasure that made my whole body feel weak. I pushed against the table, trying to pull myself off her dick, and she gave me two, deep strokes that made me fall back down.
My dick was so hard it felt like it was gonna burst.
She leaned forward, pressing me into the table with her whole body again, and grabbed my wrists in one hand, pinning them farther up the table. She sucked my neck, and I strained to pull the vulnerable flesh away from her lips. Her other hand was working my dick again. "You love this. And I'm going to fuck you until you admit it."
I resolved not to break.
She seemed to know how to conquer me, though. She hit it gently for about five minutes, slowly wearing down my opposition. There was a feeling of numbness that spread with every stroke, making my resistance falter. The numbness accentuated the pleasure, sending waves through my whole body. When I began making little moans with every thrust, she abruptly grabbed my neck with one hand and pulled me backwards, standing. She was significantly taller than me, with her boobs almost able to rest on my shoulders.
My knees were weak, but she grabbed my thigh with the other hand, long fingers wrapping around it. I swear she wasn't always this much bigger than me. Or was I growing smaller? She lifted me into the air, pulling me back so that I leaned against her chest, held up by her dick and her hand. Then, she began fucking again.
It was much rougher now, much deeper. My body weight rested on her dick. When I tried to lift myself off her with my legs, it tightened the muscles of my ass, nearly making me pass out from pleasure. She cried out her approval, and I was forced to lay there limp in her grasp, helpless to resist. Her hand around my throat moved to my dick again.
I was openly moaning with every stroke, head leaning back between her breasts. Everywhere she touched me, the scent of her, and numbness of overwhelming pleasure assaulted my ability to resist. Still, when she asked me to say how much I loved being fucked by her, I managed to keep my mouth shut.
But I couldn't resist for long. Some part of me was primally attracted to this, overpowered and fucked by this goddess of a woman. The barest strands of my will held on.
Eventually, she decided she'd had enough. She lay me on the ground, on my back. Her knees came forward, pushing my thighs up. She was able to lean on my knees, folding my calves against my thighs, and pin my hands down at the same time. It was like some kind of jiu jitsu hold. I couldn't get out, and it gave her all the leverage she needed to drive her dick in.
She began hammering me, deep and slow. I was completely helpless.
Hardly knowing what I was doing, I kissed her. She kissed back voraciously. It felt like she was devouring me. Her body was rubbing against me in a thousand places. Her scent was all over me.
She seemed to have finally gotten what she wanted. Swiftly, she brought the tempo faster than I could bear. It felt so good it hurt when I came, a blast that emptied out every part of my balls. Looking down, I realized she'd captured the cum into one of her lotion bottles, filling it up. She let me flop on the ground, limp.
"Hmmm. Good yield. Thanks," she said, smiling down at me. Then, she began putting her clothes on in a businesslike manner.
"Wait!" I said, after I had caught my breath.
She paused, and looked back. "What?"
"What, what is this? Who are you?"
Her eyes flashed purple, unmistakable in the dim light, and she grinned. Then, she disappeared out the door. By the time I managed to clothe myself and stagger out of the bathroom, disheveled and covered in sweat, on legs that barely seemed to work, the train had pulled up to the next station. She was gone, but there was still a faint hint of that musky scent.
In the confined space of the train bathroom, the woman, who seemed to be a succubus in her allure, suggested a curious role play, asking me to strip and strip herself, revealing her futa physique. Her tone shifted from imperial to seductive, turning the bathroom sex encounter into a erotic power dynamic, a blend of femdom and succubus, that left me in a state of awe and submission.
The scent of her lotion filled the train bathroom, a musky fragrance that sent waves of pleasure through me, making it difficult to focus on reading my book. The unconventional attraction between us reached new heights when she boldly entered the bathroom, initiating a bathroom sex scenario I had only fantasized about.
In the throes of our unusual tryst, the succubus seductress demonstrated her dominance, encouraging me to relax and submit, as she explored my body with her skilled touch, eventually revealing her secret weapon -- a futa phallus, stretching my boundaries in a steamy train bathroom instruction I would never forget.
