“Tickets and passes please! Please have all tickets ready for inspection!”
The conductor is approaching our section of the carriage, there are not many people between him and us now. I spread out the new piece of ticket next to the half already on the seat. There is still one piece missing…
Before I even look up at you, you have turned around and knelt up on the seat facing the other way, you can probably see the conductor now and the faces of the people who have turned bac to see what the moaning and groaning is about. You have lifted up your skirt again and the spread of your legs makes the butt plug stick out just proud of your tightly stretched rim. Your ass cheeks are so beautifully curved I wish I had time to worship your ass properly, but I quickly understand the situation and lower my hand between your legs from behind.
“Try and relax now, that’s a good girl…”
I whisper in your ear as I take the base of the plug in my hand and start to gently but firmly pull it out, not tugging and teasing but one slow motion that stretches you around the widest point of the plug for just longer than is necessary as I enjoy the view of your amazing ass stretching open. I want to taste it and fuck it. I know that immediately, but despite my growing arousal the urgency is not to fill your ass but to find whatever it is hiding!
POP! The plug comes free into my hand, warm and wet from your insides and the lube you used to put it in. It is a good-sized plug, you are clearly no first timer, and your ass is now open and pink and inviting! Slipping the still warm and slightly messy plug into my jacket pocket, I then use one hand to pull your ass cheek aside, keeping you wide open as I slide two fingers, easy enough thanks to the size of the plug you were using, up inside your ass to swirl around in search of the last piece of ticket.
You are moaning quietly but constantly now and bouncing up and down slightly on your knees as my fingers push inside you, encouraging me deeper… I can feel something, but it feels like the knotted end of a condom, not the folded piece of paper I was expecting to find. I start to tug on the rubber ring and feel it resist as your ass muscles tense around it. I swear for a moment you are making it difficult for me and enjoying the sensation of your ass muscles clenching and holding on to its hidden secrets. Then you seem to breathe out and release, the rubber coming free and letting me slowly pull it out…
“NNNnngghhh!” I swear you are being deliberately louder now as you poke your head up over the back of the seats and watch as the conductor makes his way towards us…
There is something inside the condom, but I don’t examine it too closely now, slipping the warm, lubed up package into my back pocket before sliding my fingers back up inside your ass to desperately search for the missing piece of ticket! I am having to be a bit less careful now, swirling my fingers around quickly and opening you up so I can feel around for the ticket…
Yes! There it is, I can feel it wadded up and caught behind your sphincter, making me push against your muscles as they try and contract around my fingers as I curly them around and start to pull the piece of paper out. Your ass feels remarkably clean, like you have recently flushed yourself with enemas, but there is no mistaking that this piece of ticket has been inside you. I lay it out next to the other pieces, finally a complete… if not intact… ticket. You slump down into the seat opposite me and close your legs quickly as the conductor appears at our seats with a very cross look on his face.
“Can I see your tickets please?”
I can feel how red and flushed my face is as I struggle to remember which pocket my ticket is in, almost reaching into the pocket with your butt plug, before correcting myself.
“Here you are.” I try and say pleasantly, as I had over my ticket.
“And you miss?” The conductor enquires, his attitude toward us clearly hostile and disapproving as he stamps my ticket and hands it back to me but looking at you.
You look up at him from behind your mask and then flick your eyes down toward the ruined ticket on the seat next to you.
“And what has happened to that, exactly?” he asks with a raised eyebrow and a sneer on his face.
“Errrmmm… my friend had an accident with her ticket. But as you can see it is… or would have been… valid for today.”
The date is still just about visible beneath the smudges of lube and pussy juice and sticky blue sugar residue. The conductor looks at it with obvious distaste.
“I don’t think that is going to go through the ticket reader, Miss. Perhaps it is better if you both get off at the next station? There’s no ticket barrier there, and besides…” he glances back up the carriage towards our fellow passengers “…there have been some complaints about the noise.”
With a final furrow of his brow the conductor moves off through the compartment door and on down the train, his voice fading as he makes his way into the next carriage, calling for tickets and carrying on with his business.
“Well, that was a close call!” I whisper to you conspiratorially, a wicked grin on my face as I look at you across the seat. We are complicit now; I have been drawn into your game. The question is will you be drawn into mine?
“Hmmph Mmph…”
I reach up to your face and carefully pull the black face mask down. Just as I thought, you have a ball gag in your mouth, shiny and red, and wet with your drool. The gag and straps were hidden by the combination of the mask and your hair, I can see where it must be fastened behind your head, but I don’t unfasten it. I gently wipe your drool from your lips and chin with my thumb, lingering over your bottom lip, letting you feel the gentle pressure of my touch…. and then I replace the mask, stroking your face as I do.
“Aren’t you going to pick up your ticket?” I ask with a wry tone, knowing you can’t answer properly.
“Mmm mmm” You shrug and shake your head once, moving your hands inside your dress pocket so that your wrist is revealed. Just as I had begun to suspect, there is the shiny silver metal of a pair of handcuffs. Your eyes seem alight with mischief now, as you flicker your eye lashes and look at me half pleadingly half mockingly.
“Oh, you can’t? That’s a shame… Here maybe I can help you”
I reach into my back pocket to find the tied-up condom I pulled from your ass. Yes, that was what I had felt inside. The key to the handcuffs. I break the rubber and take out the key in my left hand, holding it so you can see it as I move to sit next to you on your left, shielding you slightly from view.
I reach my right arm around you, as if we were a couple sitting together, and take your right wrist in my hand, running my fingers down into yours so that they intertwine inside your dress pocket. I reach inside your pocket with my left hand, quickly finding the keyhole…
“Ready?” I ask, turning to look at you, your masked face turning to me in return. Our faces just inches apart now, our gazes locked, studying each other’s gaze for confirmation of our mutual desire…
*CLICK*
I turn the key and free your left wrist… but my right hand holds yours firmly in place.
Still holding your gaze, I take the cuff on your right wrist and *CLICK* lock it back into place. Your breath is coming quicker now, and I can see your chest heaving, your eyes locked onto mine, not looking away. This is what you wanted isn’t it. This is what you fantasised about happening…
*CLICK*
I fasten the second cuff around my own right wrist, binding our hands and wrists together inside the pocket of your dress. Pulling you tight to my side I stand us both up together, just as the train starts to slow as it approaches the next little village station, verdant trees and a quaint country lane coming into view beyond the platform.
The wicked gleam in your eye reveals the smile that must be under your mask, as the door opens, and we step out together into the summer sun.
“Would you like to come with me for a walk in the woods? I’m sure we could have some fun together…”
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