Stephen liked me to look sexy on vacation and that's exactly how I felt today as I wore no bra in my outfit: sexy! I KNOW WHERE TO GO." He responded with a smiley-face emoticon. I glanced around the tram gate area and noticed a large number of people pushing closer to the entrance where the next tram would pull in. With my carry on behind me, I hurried onto the tram as it opened its doors. His fingertips were not to the point where he could feel my nipples, if he had, he would feel that they were embarrassingly hard. But I didn't do that and at that particular time, I did not understand why. I moved my hand down to grab my carry on and purse as half the occupants exited. I searched their eyes for any who could see the grotesque movement under my cover shirt of hands molesting my married tits. My shirt moved outward and to each side as he had his way with my precious, recently tanned, perfect tits. It was at that moment, that I realized that I was turned on. I felt his hands leave my breasts and instead of feeling relieved, I felt empty. There was the unmistakable scent of sex in the air of the enclosed tram.
As we approached the tram gates, Stephen dashed through the crowd thinking I was right behind him. The passengers exited the other side as those on my side entered. Instead, he was moving his palms and fingers together and feeling the curvaceous sides of my breasts. I took a step toward a woman whose back was to me, but as soon as he sensed I was moving away, he pulled me back even closer to him. I was further to the back corner than I had been, and his body was fully pressed against mine. I looked up at the monitor and saw that we were only half way to Area B. My new plan was to exit, then get help and rejoin my husband at Area D. I felt a jolt of electricity run straight through me. Some semen had spilt upon the floor and my lover and I were at opposite ends of the car. As we pulled into the airport hub, I exited the tram as quickly as I could and walked to other side. I returned to another car and began the trip to Area D where my husband was waiting for me. I'M ON THE TRAM NOW." I embraced my husband as if I had been away from him for a week.
I smiled, not wanting him to feel as though I was bothered by his standing there, then turned back to face the rest of the car. The tram ride was bumpy in some areas, and swayed a bit in a comfortable rhythm.
I looked up to see our progress to the parking lot when I felt it: the unmistakable feeling of two hands placed lightly on my hips.
My husband and I had a lovely vacation in the Bahamas. A much needed break from our professional routines. The trains maintained a circular route as they picked-up and left-off passengers from the four main terminals to the various parking locations around the circumference of the airport. He drove his thumb up into my grateful asshole and I had the quietest, and yet longest and most intense orgasm of my life. As I began to come back to my senses I discovered he was holding me up. My skirt must have been draped across his enormous shaft in the back as he just let it wedge between my legs. I was straddling his pole and rubbing my hungry clit and throbbing pussy against it. I am pushed to the floor resting on my hands and knees. He circles the head and stirs the opening to my body, then thrusts it deep into me. He takes a moment to lower my dress straps, exposing my heavy, free-hanging breasts. My muffled moans deny his intimacy as his cock slams into my pussy. Almost crying tears of lustful pleasure I rock my pelvis into his enormous black cock. He breaks the sloppy kiss off and works his mouth over my swollen, erect nipples. I came as he pumped what would be the last trickle of cum into my body.
”, run away, and tell.” If any adult or older kid touches your private parts (parts covered by a swim suit) or asks you to touch your private parts or somebody else’s, step way back, yell “NO!He boarded the tram and turned to see me about thirty feet away as the doors closed. Since I was on for the duration, I immediately stepped to the back corner where there were fewer people clustered together. Time seemed to have stood still while this assault was underway. As a hundred thoughts ran through my head, he once again adjusted his hold upon me. As I began to move forward, his big, black hands moved to cover the front of my full, sensitive breasts and grabbed them one in each hand. I didn't use my elbow to hit his groin or stomach, or any of those things I could have done. I froze as his hands groped my delicious tits, squeezing and pinching. I stood with my back against the window: lesson learned. I never saw the black man again, nor have I cheated on Stephen since that day.I moved my rolling carry on in front of me and backed myself up to where there was a closed corner to the tram. I relaxed my stance and looked around the car as it began to pull away. He moved his hands from my hips up to just below my shoulder blades. I clearly felt something thick and firm press against my ass. He was pressing himself against me while he held the sides of my breasts. He used his new hold on me to pull me back and subdue me in our corner of the tram. He began grinding his giant rod into the cheeks of my ass and I stood there like a victim and allowed him to accost me. This is one of your best works, Whenever I need a quick cum, I always return to this story. I request you consider a chapter 2 for this amazing story.After deplaning, we are finally on our way to our car. It was mid-thigh length and was cut rather low across my chest. I could easily just raise my voice: 'Stop touching me! I reached down discretely to find to my horror that was dripping wet. The bottom of my short dress brushed away and I felt a draft against the exposed skin of my butt cheeks. It would not walk through the open tram doors as the car stopped and the monitor read Area D. I scream as he fills me as I've never been filled before. " I yell, finally able to speak in the emptiness of the moving tram car. " He responds with foreign words, words that I am not used to hearing during sex. I used my thong to sop up what I could, but found that I needed to open my carry on to get a T-shirt to clean the rest."Let's find that Air-Tram and get to the parking lot. I also had a light blue button-down shirt I wore as a light jacket to hide my substantial cleavage from passersby. ' He would put his hands down, everyone would stare and I could break free. I was wet to the point that I was literally leaking fluid out my pussy and it was running down my leg. His thick, strong fingers were moving behind me, between my legs. His harsh dialogue reminds me that we are worlds apart, despite sharing this most intimate of acts. The floor of the car is dirty, but not filthy, I press my cheek against the dirt. I was oozing this man's cum as I stood grabbing the pole in the middle of the tram.