It seemed like a lifetime until the next train would arrive.

The day was blistering, so I had on my miniskirt, topped by a white shirt that was probably transparent after I’d been standing in the heat for the past couple of hours. I couldn’t imagine why the train was so late. Maybe the engineer had some hussy sucking on his cock.

Whatever the case, my ass crack and pussy were swimming in a sea of sweat and I really couldn’t pass up the opportunity. Hell, the train was two hours late — what harm could be done by another ten minutes in the bathroom?

As I ventured toward the ladies’ room, I noticed a uniformed gentleman sitting on a bench reading a newspaper. He looked up for a second, then down again. I entered the loo, evaluated my surroundings, and concluded that for sanitary purposes it would do.

I wet some paper towels and went to the last stall, designated for handicapped people. I cleaned the porcelain before I sat down and spread my legs to gain access to my juices and sweaty pussy lips. I took out my Mr. Grip pen to assist me in this business. As I pushed Mr. G into my juicy pussy, I kept on pleasuring my clit with my middle finger. This was a two-handed project, and I wasn’t going to let a delayed train get to me anymore. I was hot, sticky, and wet.

Just as I was about to explode, the stall door flew open, and standing right before me was the uniformed gentleman from the waiting area.

I was about to shoot to the stars, and what did he do? He knelt down and started sucking on my juices. So there I was, with a complete stranger enjoying my nectar, and I was okay with it. Well, not just okay — I was loving it. I clawed at his hair and uniform like an animal. He really knew what he was doing, for in no time at all I was ready to explode again — but he wouldn’t let me come. He pulled away for a moment, looked into my eyes, and started to lightly kiss the juices around my legs and my caramel nest. I could see in his eyes that he completely enjoyed watching and pleasing me. He resumed licking my pink honey hole. I felt my orgasm rising again, but decided that I might as well get a little piece of the action.

At that instant he stood up, his pants already undone. I had his big swollen rod just waiting for me to deal with in any fashion I chose. I grabbed his swollen love stick and stuffed it in my mouth. His enormous manhood slipped easily in and out between my lips as I fondled his balls. He vibrated with pleasure, and I knew he was close to coming because he pulled me up and started kissing me. Clutching the porcelain bowl, I turned around with my back to my uniformed friend and had him insert his pulsing cock in my luscious sea of nectar. As I held on to the hardware for dear life, he jammed his eight-inch member into me, bucking like a horse. I felt the intensity building. I reached between my legs to cup his balls, he squeezed hard on my nipples, I squeezed harder on his balls, and with that we both started to come like Niagara Falls. Then he pulled out, for he knew the drill, and came all over my tight ass.

I couldn’t believe how smoothly this had all happened. It wasn’t my fault that the train was late, that it was hot, or that I needed to release some sexual tension. I mean, I went into the restroom alone, and this guy followed me in. I didn’t have a sign on me saying, “I’m going into the bathroom to play with myself — who wants to join me for a fuck?”

The uniformed gentleman cleaned his load off my ass and pulled up his pants. He kissed me passionately once again, slipped something into my miniskirt pocket, and walked out.

I stopped at the mirror to examine myself. A little gloss for the lips, and I was better than good. I put the Mr. G pen back in my tote bag and walked out of the restroom, seeing no sign of the gentleman who’d just serviced me. Then I noticed a hand-written sign that hadn’t been there before I went in. It read, do not enter, under construction, and I thought, Was that guy ever clever.

I decided to inquire about the train. I asked the ticket clerk if the 2 p.m. train was still coming since it was now almost five. She said I had just missed it, and the next one wouldn’t be coming for a couple of hours. I laughed, and she looked at me as if I had lost my mind. I turned around and walked over to the bench that the uniformed gentleman had been sitting on earlier. Well, it was worth missing the train and I’d miss it again if the same opportunity were to present itself again.

Since I had a few hours to kill, I reached into my pocket to see what this stranger had left me. It was some sort of business card that read sergeant a. r. johnson, usmc, with his address and phone number.

On the back he’d scribbled, “P.S. I bet you are wondering how I knew what you were up to. Keep not wearing panties with those short skirts.”

Hmm, I must have unintentionally flashed him. So I guess he had been eyeing me all along. As I stuffed the card back into my pocket, I wondered if I would ever run into this guy again. I guess I’ll never know unless I call him.