I was 19 years old, waiting for a train to arrive at the crowded station. The heat and humidity of the summer day made me feel sticky and uncomfortable. My boyfriend, who was 21 years old, stood beside me, his hands restless and impatient. He always seemed to find ways to make me feel even hornier than I already was.

As we waited for the train, we couldn't help but start to make out passionately. His hands roamed all over my body, massaging my breasts and ass cheeks. I moaned loudly as his fingers found their way into my wet pussy. We were clearly turned on, but we also knew that we had to wait for our turn.

The train finally arrived, and the rush of passengers forced us apart. We boarded the train and found a quiet corner where we could be alone. He gently pushed me against the wall, his hard cock pressing against my stomach. His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered dirty things that only made me want him more.

I reached down and unzipped his pants, freeing his throbbing cock from his boxers. It was big, much bigger than I had expected. I took it into my mouth, luxuriating in the taste of him and the feel of his cock stretching my mouth. I deepthroated him, taking all of him into my mouth, tasting the salty pre-cum on his cock as it hit the back of my throat.

He groaned, pulling me closer to him as I bobbed my head up and down on his cock. I could feel the thrusts of the train against my back, as if it was in sync with our rhythm. My hands found their way to his ass, massaging the firm cheeks as I sucked harder on his cock.

I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and squeezed gently, feeling the pressure build inside of me. He let out a low growl, his hips bucking against my mouth. I took it as a sign to go deeper, and I did, taking his entire cock into my throat. I let out a moan as I felt him hit the back of my throat, but I didn't want it to end.

I heard him mutter dirty words into the rhythm of the train, telling me to take him deeper, to make him cum in my throat. The thought made me even more wet as I bobbed up and down on his cock. My hand slipped between our bodies, finding his and guiding it to my pussy. He thrust his hand inside of me, two fingers curling up towards my G-spot as I sucked him off.

As I felt my orgasm building, he pulled out of my mouth and thrust his cock inside of me. It was so big, it felt like he was splitting me in half. He started pumping his hips, fucking me hard against the wall of the train car. I wrapped my legs around him, arching my back as I met his thrusts.

His hand found my clit again, rubbing it roughly as he fucked me. I could feel the orgasm building in me, an explosion of pleasure that I knew was going to be bigger than anything I'd ever felt. My grip on his cock tightened as I felt the first wave of pleasure hit me. His fingers danced over my clit, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure through my body.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum!" I moaned, my voice muffled against the wall of the train.

He thrust deeper into me, hitting my G-spot with his cock as I felt the orgasm wash over me. My pussy clamped down on his cock, the tightest he had ever felt it.

"Cum in my pussy," I moaned, my voice breaking.

He let out a groan, his cock throbbing inside of me as he filled me with his cum. I felt the warmth spread through my pussy, filling me up and making me feel complete.

As we recovered from our orgasms, we could hear the announcement for our stop incoming. We quickly made our way to the door, still feeling each other's cum on our skin. We never spoke about it, but we both knew that we had shared something special on that train ride