Knowing I was no match to him in strength, I had turned back and planted a full, wet kiss on his lips, then and there in full public. He was obviously displeased and had held my hand to prevent me. He was just about to cum, as his cock had started throbbing, but my station had arrived and I wanted to get down, so I had let go of his tool. I had then reached behind and stroked his cock, all the while he fingered my navel. I being the slut I was had, seduced him pressing my ass against his cock, for sometime.
He was of perfect height and his cock touched my asshole perfectly. The train was shit crowded and this man had ended right behind me. "You slut", he said "you have fucked so many men that you don't even remember, the ones you leave dissatisfied." And then I remembered, it was an incident that happened roughly a month ago. He understood the confusion on my face and gave a smirk. He looked disturbingly familiar, but I just could not recollect. I saw a man, with a square jaw, a bit bald and strongly built. With everything I had, I turned back to see who the heck it was. I felt a stinging sensation on my butt cheeks, he was spanking me hard. Even for a cock slut like me this was too much. The same hands, held my waist and pulled me up so that my ass was right there up in the air. Before I could realize what was happening, my shorts were off. But as soon as I boarded I felt a strong, rough pair of hands on my exposed waist, yank me into the train and throw me on the seat near the window. I boarded the train thinking it was going to be just a regular night. Also my armpits were clean shaven, as all men like it ) The top was tight enough to highlight the shape of my man boobs. These shorts did little to cover my ass cheeks and gave a peek of them as well as showed my smooth and toned legs. That day I had worn a tight pink short, sleeveless crop top t-shirt which cheekily showed my navel and a tight and short (very short indeed!!) blue shorts. My figure is completely girly and I make no effort to hide it. Being in the opposite direction, the train is hardly full with only 5-6 people in one compartment. I boarded a late night train to CST from Kalyan. That day was supposed to be just the same usual "fun". And all this because the men you meet once wont see you again or so I thought, and this was exactly where I went wrong. And as soon as you get out of the train, its as if nothing happened (except a few red marks here and there and crumpled up clothes), its a clean slate again. For example I have been groped, smooched, my nipples have been pressed to the limit and my ass has been fingered until I orgasmed, let alone groping of my boobs, ass and cock. the best part being that nothing that happens on a local train is permanent. I just love getting touched and groped in the train. I am back with my public local train sex story.