I found myself alone with a hot young man on the crowded train ride home from work... and he was totally eye-fucking me!

As we stood shoulder-to-shoulder in the packed car, his gaze kept drifting to my tits, barely contained in my low-cut top. I could feel his eyes burning into me, and it made me wet with excitement.

"Hey there handsome," I flirted, turning slightly to flash him a peek of my cleavage. "Having a good day?"

He swallowed hard, clearly taken aback by my forwardness but too horny to care. "Yeah... really enjoying the scenery."

I just smirked and leaned in closer, letting my hand brush against his crotch as I pretended to adjust my purse strap. I could feel him salivating and get hard at the contact.

"So tell me," I cooed, trailing a finger down his chest, "what do you like to do for fun?"

As he stammered out some half-hearted answer, I was already working on him - rubbing my thigh against his, pressing my tits into his arm, letting out little moans as if he was turning me on...

And it was working. By the time the train slowed down at the next stop, his cock was rock-hard and straining against his pants.

"I... uh... need to get off," he said breathlessly, gesturing towards the exit. "But can we continue this later?"

I just laughed and grabbed his arm, pulling him into the nearest bathroom stall with me. "Oh no, stud... we're just getting started."

And that's when I really got to work...

First, I dropped to my knees and unzipped his pants, freeing his throbbing cock and giving it a few long, slow licks before wrapping my hand around it.

I wrapped my fingers around the thick shaft and began pumping up and down, using a tight grip to really squeeze and stimulate him.

"Ah fuck, that's it! Just like that!" he moaned, throwing his head back as I worked him over.

I kept my pace steady and smooth, varying the speed and pressure just enough to keep him on edge. Every now and then, I would give his cock a nice long stroke from base to tip before returning to my regular rhythm.

As I stroked him, I started to rub my thumb over the head of his penis, applying gentle pressure to tease out pre-cum. Within moments, he was leaking a steady stream that I used to lubricate my hand and keep him nice and slick.

"Mmm, you're getting so close aren't you? You want to cum don't you?" I teased, looking up at him with a wicked grin as I continued to jerk him off.

He just grunted in response, his eyes screwed shut and face contorted in pleasure. "Fuck yeah... make me cum! I'm gonna-"

But before he could finish, it hit him. His cock twitched and pulsed in my grip as he let out a long, guttural moan.

"That's it... give it to me!" I encouraged, milking his shaft for every last drop of seed as he erupted all over my hand.

Spurt after spurt of hot cum shot out of him, painting my fingers and palm with his essence. He continued to twitch and shudder through the intense orgasm, finally collapsing back against the wall of the stall when it was all over.

I slowly stood up, giving his spent cock a few gentle strokes before releasing it and wiping off my hand with a paper towel. Then I turned to him with a satisfied smile and said, "You're welcome, stud... enjoy that?"

He just chuckled weakly and nodded, still trying to catch his breath. "Thanks... that was amazing."

I winked at him and straightened out my clothes before exiting the stall together. We talked and turned out he was one of my fans, so after that, I had to make it up to him with a second round. This time, he got a full taste of my drenched pussy...