Stories From The 6 Train 1(128)

It happens in half a heartbeat. He wraps his lips around one nipple, pinching the other one between his fingers. He does it harshly, the sudden harshness contrasting with the gentle torture of his teasing.

It was the push I needed. I tumble over the edge. There’s thunder and lightning, and there’s fire and chaos—all I know is that my mind has exploded. Fire consumes my body before I can even process all of it.

“Oh God…” I moan. “Oh God!” My back is arched, my spine electrified by the high voltage ecstasy running through it. Self-restraint goes out the window and I let go of the sheets, holding Lance’s head with both of my hands, pressing him down and making him suck on my nipple as hard as he can. He obliges, lapping at it with his tongue and pinching my other nipple even more harshly.

My mouth is open wide as I try to breathe, my mind still reeling from the sudden orgasm. Christ, how was this even possible? To come like this… I’m the older one here. I should be the one holding the bag of surprises, not him! And still, in the brashness of his youth, Lance is the one teaching me new tricks. I’m not complaining; it’s fun to be a student at my age, especially when the classroom is located between the sheets.

“You were right…” I say, sighing, “No one has ever made me come like this.”

“I know… But what did I tell you about keeping still?” He snaps back, moving fast and grabbing me by the wrists. He pins my arms against the bed, and I bite my lower lip as he does it. “You didn’t do what I told you to.”

“I didn’t…” And now I can’t wait for his punishment. “What are you going to do about it?” Silence is his only reply. I hear him get out of the bed and walk across the room, stopping for a short while as he looks for something in his bags. Then he returns back to the bed, grabbing my wrists and pulling my arms over my head.

“This is what I’m going to do about it,” he tells me, roping another tie around my right wrist and tying it to the bedpost. He goes around the bed and does the same with my other arm. When he’s done, I tug against the fabric, testing his knots. My pussy clenches as I realize I’m not getting out of this unless he wants me to. I’m at his mercy… And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Is this it? You’re just going to tie me to the bed…?” I tease him, tugging on the ties again, playfully trying to free myself. The more I pull, the tighter his knots become.

“What do you think?” He climbs on top of the bed again, and I feel his weight sinking onto the mattress right between my legs. With his hands on my knees, he forces me to spread my legs wide; I can almost sense his hungry eyes on my pussy, his fingers eager to peel the thong off of my body. “You’re all tied up, almost naked… I can do whatever I want now.”

“Whatever you want,” I repeat after him, my pussy so wet that my fluids start to drip down my inner thighs. He leans over me, laying his lips on my stomach, and then slides them down to the hem of my thong; there, he moves his tongue across the line separating fabric from skin, his hands softly resting on my outer thighs. I’d give anything to look at him right now, to see the hunger and desire in his eyes as he draws closer to my drenched pussy… Somehow, though, being deprived of my vision makes it all better. I’m forced to rely on my other senses, all of them working overtime to amplify every little thing he’s doing to me. Without the crutch of sight, imagination runs wild and free.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” he continues, his tongue now moving down from my waist to my inner thigh, slowly tracing the line of my groin. I start to lift my ass up from the mattress, trying to have his mouth on my pussy, but he simply grabs me by the waist and presses me down. “I can’t wait to tear this thong off…” Ignoring my outburst, he moves his thong to my outer groin. “To run my tongue over your pussy…” Christ, if he continues saying these things, I’m going to come again before he even has the chance to take my thong off.

He bites on the hem of my thong and starts to pull it down slowly, using only his mouth to do it. I bite on my bottom lip, squirming as I feel the fabric sliding down my legs, the cool air of the room lapping at my wetness.

The moment the thong comes off, he places both of his hands on my ankles and runs them all the way up to my waist, leaning over me as he does it. I can imagine him looking down at my pussy, licking his lips as he prepares to devour me… But instead of going for it right away, he starts kissing my inner thighs, his lips seductively brushing against my skin.