Midnight Uniform Temptation

The moment I stepped into the dimly lit night train compartment, my cock twitched at the sight of her. Elena, my married neighbor from two doors down, sat alone in her crisp flight attendant uniform—tight navy skirt hugging her thick thighs, white blouse stretched over full tits, red scarf knotted at her neck like an invitation. Her husband was away on business again, and the way her dark eyes locked on mine screamed she was done pretending we hadn't been eye-fucking each other for months. The train lurched forward into the darkness, wheels clacking rhythmically, sealing us in this tiny space with only the low hum of the engine and the scent of her perfume mixing with my growing lust.

"Couldn't sleep either, huh?" I said, sliding the door shut behind me, my voice already rough.

Elena crossed her legs, the uniform skirt riding up to show the lace tops of her stockings. "Mark... of all the cars. You following me or what?" She bit her lip, a flush creeping up her neck. "My shift ended late. Figured the overnight to the city would be empty."

I sat across from her, knees almost touching. The tension crackled like electricity. "Empty's good. Means no one sees how hard you're making me right now in that fucking uniform."

Her breath hitched. She didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned forward, blouse gaping just enough to reveal the swell of her cleavage. "You've been staring at me in this outfit for weeks, haven't you? Every time I come home from a flight. Bet you jerk that big dick thinking about bending your married neighbor over."

"Fuck yes," I growled, reaching out to run my hand up her stocking-clad thigh. The fabric felt silky under my palm, her skin hot beneath. "Take that scarf off. Slowly."

Elena smirked, fingers working the knot loose, letting the red silk drop. "Like this? God, I'm so wet already. My pussy's been aching since I saw you on the platform." She uncrossed her legs, parting them slightly, and I could see the damp spot on her white panties peeking from under the hiked-up skirt.

I was on my knees between hers in seconds, shoving the tight uniform skirt higher around her waist. The sight of her in that professional getup, blouse still buttoned, made my cock throb painfully against my jeans. I yanked her panties aside, exposing her shaved, glistening pussy.

"Look at this married cunt dripping for me," I muttered, dragging two fingers through her slick folds. She moaned loud, gripping the seat edge.

"Fuck, Mark... put them in. Finger my pussy while I'm still in uniform." Her voice was breathy, desperate. "My husband hasn't touched me like this in months. Deeper—oh shit, right there on my clit."

I pumped my fingers hard into her tight heat, curling them against her g-spot while my thumb circled her swollen clit. The wet sounds filled the compartment, mixing with the train's rattle. Elena's hips bucked, her stockinged legs wrapping around my shoulders. Her tits heaved under the blouse as she gasped.

"Don't stop... I'm gonna cum already. Fuck, your fingers feel so good stretching me."

Her walls clenched hard around me, juices squirting a little as she came with a sharp cry, biting her lip to muffle it. But I wasn't done. I stood, unzipping my jeans and pulling out my thick, veiny cock. Pre-cum beaded at the tip.

"Suck it, Elena. Show me how a slutty flight attendant deepthroats on a night train."

She slid off the seat onto her knees, uniform rumpled, blouse half-unbuttoned now. Her red lips stretched around my cockhead as she took me in, tongue swirling. "Mmm, so big... tastes so fucking good." She bobbed deep, gagging softly when I hit the back of her throat, saliva dripping down her chin onto her white collar. The sight of her in that disheveled uniform, mascara smudging, was pure filth.

I grabbed her dark hair, guiding her faster. "That's it. Choke on neighbor cock. Your husband doesn't know what a dirty little uniform whore you are, does he?"

She pulled off with a pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to my glistening dick. "No... he'd die if he saw me like this. Now fuck me. I need it in my pussy."

I pulled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the seat. Her juicy ass cheeks spilled out under the bunched skirt, uniform jacket still on her shoulders. I rubbed my cock along her slit, teasing her clit, then thrust in hard, burying every inch in one stroke.

"Fuuuuck!" she yelped, pushing back. "You're so deep... pounding my married pussy raw."

The train's motion added to the rhythm as I fucked her doggy-style, hands gripping her hips, slapping against her ass. Her tits swung free from the open blouse, nipples hard. I reached around to pinch them, making her moan louder.

"Harder, Mark. Spank my ass while you fuck me in this uniform. I want to feel it tomorrow on my flight."

I smacked her firm cheek, the sound sharp over the wheels. Her pussy clenched tighter, soaking my balls. We switched then—she straddled me on the seat, skirt flipped up, riding my cock reverse cowgirl so I could watch her ass bounce in the dim light. Her stockings rasped against my thighs.

"Oh god, I'm cumming again... fill me up. Cum inside my pussy!"

Her walls milked me as she shook, squirting down my shaft. The heat, the slick sounds, her dirty uniform—it pushed me over. I gripped her waist and exploded, pumping thick ropes of hot cum deep into her clenching cunt, creaming her until it leaked out around my dick.

We collapsed together, breathing hard, her head on my shoulder. The train sped on through the night.

"Next time my husband's away," she whispered with a wicked smile, tracing my chest, "maybe we skip the train and you come fuck me in my full uniform at home."

I kissed her swollen lips. "Deal. But this was just the start."