Over His Shoulder
by Maximilian Lagos © 2006
All Rights Reserved. Not to be reproduced without the written permission of the author.
Printed in “Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex”, published by Cleis Press, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel.
We had taken the same boring train together for over a year. I had seen him literally hundreds of times.
Cute but nothing overly noteworthy about him, a few extra pounds and dark circles under his eyes. He really should get more sleep.
We had made eye contact a couple times, sharing a polite smile or two, before he would look away, shy and embarrassed.
Since we were going against the normal rush-hour crowds, our train car was almost empty most of the time and the usual riders had their favourite seats. He would sit in the second row from the back on the right, I on the left two rows ahead.
I had caught him checking me out as I walked a few times but never acknowledged that I knew. If he wants to appreciate a 45 year-old secretary with three kids at home and curves in all the right places, and some in the wrong places as well, let him. It wasn’t causing anyone any harm and to tell you the truth, I enjoyed it. It has been a long time since anyone, including my husband, enjoyed these curves.
Normally, we both just sit and read the paper or listen to music, but for the last few weeks, he has started bringing a laptop computer with him. The sounds of someone typing with uncertain fingers fill the silent car for the entire trip as he pounds away on the keys. He really should take a typing class.
Today though, I found my curiosity too overwhelming to fight any longer. I had to know what he was writing. I had imagined all kinds of different scenarios, a boring work report, a screenplay, a cheesy romance novel. And since my normal seat was taken by some random commuter, I took the opportunity to sit behind him and sneak a peek.
Taking my throbbing cock out of her mouth, she aimed it at her bruised face as I shot streams of my scalding cum into her hair and eyes, making them burn and sting.
The words jumped off the page and almost knocked the wind out me. This was no romance novel or work file.
Rereading the line, I became flushed as my body started to respond against my will. Nipples hardening against the cotton of my bra, I wondered what type of woman really enjoyed having a man cum in her hair like that. I have never had the desire myself. Hell, I don’t even like sucking my husband’s dick. I only do it on his birthday and when I want something. Childish, I know.
But I found myself waiting for this guy to write some more. He was just sitting there, staring off into space. Looking for his muse, I guess. Shifting in my seat gave me a better view of the screen, but also pressed my panties tighter into my crotch, letting me know just how turned on I actually was.
Slowly, his fingers began to caress the keys again, not pounding them this time. Slowly…deliberately…carefully.
I know you are reading over my shoulder. You are a very naughty woman.
What? Oh my god! The embarrassment turned my cheeks red and just as quickly, I looked down at the floor.
Click click click. More typing and then silence.
I tried to fight the urge to look at the screen again but lost. I had to know what he was typing.
Did you like what you read?
I quickly looked down again. Damn it, he was still tormenting me. The scary thing was I actually loved what I read and desperately needed to read more.
Click click click.
Sigh if you liked it.
What the hell! He actually wants me to acknowledge what I am doing? Well, fuck that. I will not play his perverted little game.
Sigh or I won’t write any more.
I should have been outraged but there was something so intense about what was happening that I was caught up in the moment and couldn’t help myself.
*Sigh*
Much better. Next time don’t make me repeat myself. Now, if you want more, cough lightly.
I felt unable to break away from this kinky game of Simon Says. I could hear the pounding of my heart in my ears and my skin was feeling every breath of air from the conditioner.
*Cough*
Excellent. I will write a line and then tell you what you must do for me to write another. You must do as I ask without hesitation. Do you understand?
This time my reaction was immediate.
She wiped my fluid over her face using my cock to spread it, licking the shaft every time it passed her lips.
Remove your breasts from your bra.
My hands moved slowly and jerkily to my chest. I couldn’t believe I was actually going to do this. Grasping the cups of my bra, I pulled them down, letting my breasts tumble out. My dark nipples were very noticeable through the white silk of my blouse. In a show of modesty, I pulled my blazer tighter across my breasts.
She licked my cock clean and I bent down to taste myself off her lips.
Pinch your left nipple hard.
My breath started to come in shallow gasps as I reached into my jacket and took my very hard and very sensitive nipple between my right thumb and forefinger. Pinching as hard as I could, a deep guttural moan escaped my open lips.
Running my tongue across her cheeks, I gathered my own semen in my mouth.
Reach under your skirt and pull your panties aside.
Using my free left hand while still pulling on my nipple with my right, I pulled my skirt high on my thighs and my hand dove between my legs. I didn’t care if anyone saw me anymore. If the conductor came by, he might have to fuck me. I tore aside the thin cotton of my underwear exposing my trimmed pussy to the chill of the air conditioning. I was so hot, I was almost surprised my cunt wasn’t steaming.
I forced my tongue into my slut’s mouth, spitting my cum down her throat. She gagged but managed to swallow.
Put three fingers into your pussy as deep as they will go, all at once and rough.
I was well lubricated but three fingers was more than I was used to taking. I brushed open my lips and cupping my fingers together, rammed them into myself up to the last knuckle. The feeling was too powerful and my orgasm took me quickly and made me cry out and shudder uncontrollably.
Once my thrashing subsided and I could open my eyes again, I saw the person who had taken my usual seat staring at my dishevelled form, sweating and breathless. “Seizure,” I told him. “It happens sometimes. I am ok.” He looked at me with disbelief but I didn’t care.
I looked back at the laptop but it was gone, packed away as he stood to leave. “Maybe you should sit here again tomorrow in case you have another seizure.” His voice was soft and gentle, but his eyes were strong.
I understood and bowed my head “Yes I will, thank you.” As he left, I wondered what my new master would make me do tomorrow and if I could get away with another seizure before my stop.