Lecciones profundas en un compartimento de tren

The train car swayed gently, rare lights flickering past the window. We sat across from each other in the cramped compartment, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her lips. Anna, my yoga instructor, thirty-eight, with smooth tanned skin and a confident smile, suddenly looked completely different. Her eyes sparkled from the wine we were finishing from plastic cups.

"You kept staring at me in class today..." she said softly, tracing a finger along the rim of her cup. "Thought I wouldn't notice?"

I swallowed hard. Her knee in thin leggings accidentally brushed against my thigh, and the touch burned like an electric shock.

"So you noticed, huh?" I rasped, leaning closer. "And what? Did it piss you off?"

Anna smirked, set down her cup, and ran her palm across my chest, right under my unbuttoned shirt.

"Actually, the opposite. I got curious how bold you really are, Max. Here, on this train, where no one can hear us..."

Her fingers slid lower, toward my belt. Desire slammed into my head, hot and sharp. I grabbed her wrist, but instead of pushing her away, I pulled her closer. Our lips crashed together hungrily, tongues tangling. She smelled like wine, lavender, and something sweet that drove me insane.

"I want you... right now," Anna breathed into my mouth, biting my lower lip.

I kissed her deeper, slipping my hand under her thin tank top. Her nipples were already hard little nubs. She moaned when I squeezed them between my fingers.

"Then get on your knees," I said boldly, leaning back against the seat.

Anna didn't argue. With a light smile, she slid down between my legs. The train lurched, and her breasts pressed against my thighs. She unzipped my jeans, pulled out my already rock-hard cock, and licked her lips.

"Wow... so big and hot," she whispered, running her tongue along the entire length from base to tip. "You've been wanting me to suck this since when?"

"Since the first class, when you were demonstrating downward dog..." I admitted, breathing heavy.

Anna laughed low and throaty, then took the head into her mouth. Her lips wrapped tightly around me, her tongue swirling around the sensitive skin. She started moving her head slowly, taking me deeper and deeper. Saliva ran down the shaft, dripping onto my balls. I tangled my fingers in her thick dark hair and pressed gently.

"Deeper... take it down your throat, Anna..."

She looked me straight in the eyes, a challenge burning in them. With a wet, slurping sound, she pushed forward and swallowed almost my entire cock down to the base. Her throat clenched around the head, warm and tight. I groaned loudly, not holding back. The train wheels clattered, drowning out our sounds.

"Mmm... yeah... good girl," I exhaled, thrusting my hips.

Anna pulled back, breathing hard, a long string of saliva stretching from her chin.

"You want it rougher?" she asked hoarsely, licking her lips. "Fuck my mouth, Max. I want to feel you cum down my throat."

I couldn't hold back. I stood up, and she stayed on her knees. Grabbing her head with both hands, I started moving. Slow at first, then faster. Her mouth was hot, wet, perfect. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard. I heard her gagging but she didn't stop, just moaned around my cock. Saliva poured down in streams, dripping onto her shirt, making the fabric transparent. Her nipples showed through, hard and pink.

"Fuck... your lips... so soft..." I growled, speeding up.

Anna grabbed my hips, nails digging into my skin. She pushed forward herself, impaling her throat even deeper. Her throat pulsed, squeezing me rhythmically. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls drawing up.

"I'm about to cum... swallow every drop, you hear me?"

She nodded, not pulling her mouth off, and purred with pleasure. That did it. I thrust one last time deep into her throat and started unloading. Hot cum shot in streams straight down her gullet. Anna didn't pull back an inch, swallowing greedily with loud, wet sounds. Her eyes watered, but she looked up at me with triumph.

When the last drops were drained, she slowly pulled my cock out, licked it clean like an ice cream cone, and kissed the head.

"Delicious..." she whispered, rising to her feet. "But this is only the beginning of the lesson."

I was breathing hard, my legs shaking. The train kept racing through the night. Anna wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, but my cum still glistened on her chin. She sat down next to me, pressing her hot body against mine, and ran her hand along my still-hard cock.

"Now it's my turn to be in charge," she said with a wicked smile. "Strip me. I want you to eat my wet pussy until I cum all over your tongue. And then... then we'll see how deep you can go from the other side."

Her voice was low, full of promises. I pulled off her tank top, revealing her firm breasts, and realized this night in the compartment was just beginning. The wine, the clatter of wheels, and her hungry mouth made everything else irrelevant.

"Then lie back, teacher," I replied, sinking lower. "Time for me to show you some real stretching."

Anna laughed, spreading her legs, and pressed my head against her already dripping slit.

"Go on... don't be shy with that tongue."

I dove in immediately, ravenous. Her pussy was smooth-shaven, hot, and already soaked. I ran my tongue over her clit, then deeper, pushing inside. Anna arched her back, grabbing fistfuls of my hair.

"Oh god... yes... deeper, lick me..." she moaned, grinding her hips into my face.

I sucked her clit, pushed two fingers inside, and fucked her with them in rhythm with the train. She came fast and hard, flooding my mouth with her juices, trembling all over and cursing softly through her teeth. Then we switched—she climbed on top, sank down onto my re-hardened cock with her soaked pussy, and rode me until I came a second time, buried deep inside her. The compartment filled with the smell of sweat, cum, and her arousal. We were both panting, laughing, kissing, knowing the night was far from over.