Strangers on a Train

Yukki sits by herself. She wanted quiet, not another fight. Her fiancé keeps calling. He thinks she’s cheating, keeps pushing her to prove him right. The train hums between stops. Alberto drops into the seat across. They don’t speak. Not at first. She feels his eyes on her legs. She looks back. Her phone rings again. She turns it off. Alberto moves closer. She pulls her skirt higher. His hand finds bare skin. Her breath catches. He leans in, mouth on her neck. Yukki slides onto his lap, facing away. His fingers pull her panties aside. She sinks down, slow. The stretch pulls a sound from her throat. She rides him, steady and quiet, every inch disappearing inside. When he stands, she turns and takes him in her mouth, tasting herself on him. Alberto pulls her up, spins her around. He bends her over the seat. He pushes back inside, deeper this time. Yukki grips the headrest, mouth open. He fucks her harder, one hand on her hip, the other gripping her hair. He pulls out. She drops to her knees again, takes him deep until he finishes in her mouth. She swallows, wipes her lips, and sits back down. The train slows for the next stop. She smooths her skirt. Alberto fixes his shirt. They don’t look at each other again.