Flashing Train Ride with Daddy

The train wiggled and I braced my hand on the window to steady myself. We were riding home from a day trip, and it was packed, masses of people wanting to get to their own homes. My Daddy caged me in from behind, arms stretched on either side of me grabbing the handrail so I wouldn't be smushed against strangers.

I looked out the window and watched the trees and fields rush by. The air was a bit thicker but luckily all I smelled was the cologne and detergent of Daddy, comforting me as we stood among the crowd.

He rested his head on my shoulder. I smiled and leaned back into his chest to shimmy against him. I felt his lips on the side of my neck as response.

Immediately, a rush of warmth flooded my face. His soft lips lingered for a moment and his stubble tickled my skin. Then he nudged my jaw with his nose and pulled his face back, standing tall and broad behind me.

I fought the tickling wave bubbling up in my chest.

I focused back on the trees flying by and some cows on meadows, birds flying in the sky, a little pond we passed. Slowly, his body came closer, pressing into my backside.

I let him. I didn't say anything. For all I knew it could have been because the crowd pressed him into me. It took me several minutes to realize that it was especially his hips pressing into my butt.

I turned my head and looked at him with raised brows.

"Shhh..." he whispered and gave me a serious look.

I quirked an eyebrow. He winked. Then he gestured for me to turn back around.

So, I did, turning my face back to the window and observing the scenery. His body came closer again until his entire front aligned with my back and I felt his bulge press into my ass. Heat rose to my cheeks and I sucked my lower lip between my teeth.

His hand scooched in on the railing until his arms touched mine and I laid my hands on top of his. My fingertips trailed over his knuckles, his thumb, the soft skin by his wrist and the hair on his skin. I mapped out all the spots I like and traced the ridges of his veins. My eyes focused on how it looked, my body focused on how he felt under my fingers.

Everything around me sort of faded away.

His thumb caught my finger and I giggled, pulling free. Then he lifted his right hand and I wrapped my fingers around him, squeezing and holding, playing with his fingers. He caressed over my arm, then wrapped around me and squeezed me briefly before holding his hand out for me to play some more.

I didn't realize his left hand vanished from the railing. All my attention was on the pretty hand in front of me, how I could wrap my hand around his thumb, how my index finger matched his pinky, how masculine and sexy his hands looked.

I jumped a bit when his hand squeezed my left ass cheek. My head swirled around to find his eyes.

"Jumpy much, huh?" He mumbled into my ear and the hair in the back of my neck stood up.

"You're so inappropriate," I shushed back.

"Don't act like you complain..." Daddy murmured back into my ear while his hand spread out over my ass and squeezed once more.

My eyes jumped around nervously but nobody else seemed to care or even look. People were squished together just dissociating themselves out of the situation and the rest of them either looked outside or at their phones.

"Relax..." his voice boomed through my head.

Goosebumps trailed up my arms, and he gave a push of his hips against my ass before his hand caressed over the curve again. It didn't particularly help that I was wearing a skirt. For our date I had dressed up. Short floral skirt, a cute top, my jacket against the cold.

I felt his hand brush over my hip, skimming the front of my thigh before rubbing up and down the side. My breath deepened and I felt that light haze slowly weighing down my eyelids.

Internally, I cursed. Damn it how much a single touch of him affects me. My knees weakened a little and my skin tingled where his hand caressed in slow circles. His proximity caused a pull in my body I was unable to fight off.

His fingertips edged under the hem of my skirt, and I smacked his hand away. "Hey..!"

He gave a displeased sound. "Babygirl." His voice turned harder. I could practically feel his eyes on me. In my head the image of his serious face appeared, the stern Daddy face whenever I misbehaved.

I felt caught instantly and pulled my hand away, staring at the trees outside as a wave of shame filled my cheeks with warmth. I knew better than to swat at his hand. "Sorry..."

"Be a good girl... this is a long train ride."

I nodded.

His hand returned to my thigh, warm skin connecting with mine. It only took another two minutes before his hand slowly pushed higher, half his fingers under my skirt. I swallowed.

"Um..." I felt nervous.

"What is it...?" His voice was provocatively seductive but so low and quiet nobody else would hear it.

I gulped again. I whispered slightly over my shoulder. "That's under..." I lowered my voice even more. "...my skirt..."

Daddy chuckled into my hair. "I know, sweet girl."

My cheeks turned pink at the cute pet name and the corners of my mouth lifted up. I looked down, suddenly shy. I took a steady breath and pushed down the swell of affection to summon some reason. „Yes... so... maybe don't?"

His palm gently smacked my thigh and I sucked in a breath. "What was that...?"

"N-nothing." I squeezed my thighs together.

"I'm not even doing anything, babygirl. I'm just touching your soft thighs... and they feel so amazing under my hand... just keep playing with my fingers, hm?" Daddy mumbled into my ear while he reached his right hand out for me. I still held on to it with my right index finger hooked with his pinky.

His fingers briefly wrapped around my hand and squeezed, then he opened his palm and wiggled his fingers invitingly. His hand on my thigh didn't move further. I released a breath, letting go of the tension, before I returned my attention to his right hand.

He let me play around for a bit. His warm hand took off from my thigh, and he pushed my hair over my left shoulder to place a little kiss on the right side of my neck. "You're being such a good girl... my pretty girl..."

Daddy murmured against my skin, and I smiled and bit on my lip to keep a little squeal from peeping out of my mouth.

When his hand slid down my body, it stopped on my hip. Through the fabric of the skirt, he traced small circles over the side of my hip. Then his entire hand grabbed the curve and slightly squeezed. I bit my tongue.

"Don't move..." he murmured into my ear and pushed himself against my body.

Now I could clearly feel the outline of his cock through his pants, pressing right at my ass. My eyes widened and I squeezed his hand.

His hand slid from my hip to my stomach before slipping inside my open jacket. The next squeeze was over my right boob, using the motion to press himself even stronger against me. I breathed hard.

"Perfect..." he whispered into my ear. "Just like that..."

All hair on my body stood up and a rush of heat streamed into my stomach. His palm squeezed my tit once more before sliding down the front of my body until his hand hovered over my center. I pressed my thighs together, as if I could influence him. He didn't rub over my pussy though. His hand wandered to my left thigh again, drawing circles and patterns on my skin and I felt tingles all over.

His fingers wiggled in front of me, and I realized I had almost let go of him. I grabbed two fingers, one with each hand, and traced my thumbs over the parts of his hand I could reach. Index finger, middle finger, the lines on his palm.

I squirmed in his arms when his fingers edged higher on my leg again.

"You smell so good... you know that, baby?" His hand slowly moved up and down my thigh before coming up over my hip again and moving to my front.

I held my breath when his hand moved over my core and applied pressure over my mound. My thighs instinctively squeezed together, not letting him any closer. But I bit my lip.

"Mmm... someone getting nervous again? You're so responsive from just a little touch," Daddy teased.

I huffed. My eyes darted to the side, hoping to catch a glimpse of him in my peripherical vision without having to turn my head. I didn't want eye contact. I couldn't hold eye contact.

His hand slowly started rubbing on top of the layers of my clothes and two fingers tried to slip between my legs. I squeezed harder. "Umm... babe?"

"Babe? Huh. No... that doesn't sound right to my ears..." His hand stopped pushing but continued the circling caresses.

As risky as this was, I couldn't deny my weakening knees. Heat flooded my face and my eyelids fluttered as the first waves of arousal swept through my body. "S-sorry... but... you know..."

"No, I don't know. I'm just holding my Babygirl... just let me feel you a little... it's so long til we get home. And nobody notices it." Another small kiss touched my neck and I sighed.

I didn't say anything else.

My body leaned into him, and I couldn't wait to get home either. Desire and moral fought a battle in my head and while I really wanted to listen to logic and reason, a trail of arousal spread from the base of my neck through the rest of my body and slowly turned me to mush in his hands.

I held on to his fingers and flicked my thumb over his palm while I tried to focus on the trees, my breaths, my beating heart.

His cock pressed against my ass more firmly. "Come on baby... spread your legs a little..."

My breath hitched. "Wha-"

"Come on... you feel so hot... let me see if you're damp..." His voice whispered into my ear.

I nervously looked to the left and right. Nobody watched. I blinked a few times and contemplated in my head what I would start if I listened to him. But his nose nudged my cheek, and I felt his breath at my ear, causing a shiver in my body and my legs loosened with it.

As soon as the tension slightly let go, his fingers slipped between my legs. He wedged the fabric of my skirt between my core and his hand, but I felt him precisely, rubbing over my lips and clit.

A lump formed in my throat, and I tried to swallow it down. Shame fought its way into my head, this is inappropriate and among so many people no less. But his body shielded me from the rest and his fingers rubbed firmly over my sensitive parts, causing another wave of heat inside me.

"There we go..." Daddy mumbled into my hair. "Much better..."

The praise sang through my mind. My breathing deepened and I held on to his hand a bit stronger. With the wiggles of the train, his body and therefore his cock bounced against my ass and his hand pushed between my legs.

I looked down on his hand in mine. Doubts crashed into my mind, was I even in the mood and what if somebody noticed? Why couldn't we wait until home? The air felt thicker suddenly.

"You're being such a good girl for me," as if Daddy knew, he praised. "All quiet and perfect, letting Daddy feel you..."

I gulped again. Him calling himself daddy, using that word, saying it out loud in my ear... He knew the effect of that word on me whether it came from my mouth or his. My eyes closed and it was as if fog clouded my brain. Meanwhile, a consuming heat rolled over me. My feet felt heavy, my hands slacked, my knees felt weaker and I felt my shoulders drop. My eyes looked into the faint reflection of us in the train window and I felt as if in trance.

He used that moment. His hand slowly pulled up the front of my skirt until his fingertips could reach underneath and I softly gasped.

"Shh..." His fingers traced over my underwear and I shuddered.

Something inside me woke up again. "I don't think-"

"Exactly. You don't think. You don't need to think. Not when you're with Daddy. I take care of you."

I gulped and blinked to our reflection.

"Did you think about anything today?" Daddy asked as his finger traced my pussy.

I shook my head. I didn't. I told him what I wanted to do and he booked the trains, made sure to bring a snack for me, took us there, navigated us, took me out for lunch, did all our plans, and then brought us back to the train on our way back.

"See... stop thinking, baby..." He mumbled.

His fingers trailed over my underwear, brushing up and down my lips and rubbing my clit. I pressed my lips together not to make a sound.

His breathing got heavier, probably turned on by the setting and the way I felt. "Oh... you're getting wet for me... so cute..."

His words hit a sensitive spot for me, and I squeezed my eyes shut as the next surge of arousal flooded my system. I shook my head. I didn't really want this to turn me on.

"No?" He whispered. "Liar... I can feel the heat. The damp spot. I bet I could push two fingers inside you right now with no effort..." His whispers raised all the hair on my body, and I stared outside to the fields.

I didn't deny it. I also didn't give in.

Then his fingers pulled my panties aside right there in the train.

My eyes widened and I froze in my spot as I gasped, clutching his hand while I stared ahead. "Nnn-" The cool air hit my pussy.

I pressed my legs together but too late. His fingertips easily slipped between my wet pussy lips and slid over my clit. Tingles spread from there through my body as I watched my reflection with a mix of shock and horror, still too stunned to speak.

"Babyy... mmmmmhh" Daddy groaned in my ear, but all I could think of was the other 30 or 40 people around us. "You're so sensitive", he whispered into my ear and I blinked, trying to process the situation.

Something hit the inside of my right foot and moved my stance. I realized a second later that my Daddy pushed my feet apart for a better access.

"Nnah-"

The hand my fingers clutched swiftly came up to my mouth and covered the bottom half of my face. "Shh... or do you want to get caught...? Be quiet, baby..."

Behind his hand I sucked my lips between my teeth. Hard breaths hit the top of his finger under my nose and my clit throbbed under his stimulation, sensing arousal through my body against my better judgement. I wondered if anyone saw us. If anyone saw his hand reach around my body between my legs or his hand on my mouth, if someone grew suspicious or worried or disgusted or appalled. I wondered how long the train ride still lasted and when the sun would set and if my pussy would make wet noises if Daddy kept going.

His cock pressed into my ass, and he rubbed his bulge against my body. I could feel the heat through his jeans and my skirt while his fingers played with the slick wetness between my legs, teasing my clit and gathering more arousal to spread around. His fingers slipped back and forth, and it took all of me to bite back my moans.

"Good girl... so quiet for Daddy..."

And I softly moaned into his hand.

I froze and frantically looked around.

"Nobody heard that, baby... but you need to be careful, hm?" His whispers tickled my ear.

I nodded and stared out the window, not daring to move or make another noise. But that throb in my pussy was undeniable, and my knees weakened with every minute.

I felt Daddy's lips on my ear again. "God... I love how fucking responsive and sensitive you are... if I wanted, I could bite you right here..." his lips dragged over a sensitive spot on my shoulder, "... and make you squeak like a chew toy."

I whimpered into his palm.

"... but we don't want any attention, do we?"

I shook my head. No, we didn't. It was so wrong, morally especially, and so inappropriate, and oh god, didn't trains have cameras, too? We were pretty secluded and squished, and there were people with their backs to us behind Daddy, but still. No, no, we didn't need extra attention to blow up this risky, wrong, sinful situation.

His breath hit my ear again. "Or do you..?" I heard the smirk in his voice and shook my head again. "Want someone to watch me finger your wet pussy on the train?"

I didn't respond, not daring to make a noise. But my eyes widened. I started to shake my head when Daddy interrupted me.

"Oh... I felt that, baby... You just leaked on my fingers... naughty girl..." His low voice sent a prickle down my spine.

I blushed, cheeks stained in deep crimson as I saw in the faint reflection of the window, and I involuntarily clenched my thighs.

Daddy smiles against my head. „...you like that. You dirty, naughty girl. My little exhibitionist..." Daddy kissed my neck, and my eyes closed as I melted into his body. "And I love that so much..."

Warmth flooded through me, and I closed my eyes, fighting the wave of arousal that swept into my head. I wanted to deny it. I wanted to tell him no, tell him to stop, but my tongue was heavy in my mouth.

His fingers kept teasing my bare clit, and I softly sighed into his palm. My thoughts whirred like a swarm of bees, but the throb in my pussy ripped me out every time his finger stroked over my sensitive spot.

The train bumped a little, and Daddy's arms tightened around me, pressing me closer into his body. His cock nestled against my ass. He used the motion of the train as an excuse to grind against me again, rubbing his bulge on me.

I gulped.

His finger slowly edged lower until one fingertip dipped into the puddle I produced. I heard his breath hitch near my ear, and my pussy clenched as a response. Another wave of heat washed over my body.

I stared out of the window to calm myself down, but his fingertip drew circles around my entrance with a maddening pace, and I had to summon the rest of my self-control to not violently hump his hand.

Nevertheless, there was a twitch in my hips.

"Someone's getting needy..." His voice murmured into my ear, and goosebumps spread down my back.

I bit my lower lip. His hand returned to my clit, rubbing in tight circles until my knees buckled. I breathed heavily into his hand while my eyes darted to both sides, scanning to see if anyone noticed us.

Nothing.

My shoulders relaxed, and it was as if he just waited for me to let my guard down because his fingers suddenly caught my clit between them, and he squeezed, then moved his hand in quick, shaky motions to get me off.

I suppressed a shriek. His hand pressed into my face, and I felt a wobble in my legs as zings of arousal and pleasure zapped through my body. My pussy sobbed under his hand.

My body slightly leaned forward until my hands and forehead pressed against the cool glass of the train window. The sensation provided a refreshing contrast to my burning skin.

His hand fell away from my face, and he caged me in, but I could tell he was doing something behind my ass. The relentless strum of his fingers on my clit left me with no clear thought, though.

Tighter and tighter, the coil of pleasure wrung my body.

His right hand slipped under my skirt from behind, and I already propped myself for the worst, staring outside the window with glossy eyes and hot cheeks when one finger entered my pussy.

Eight, nine thrusts, and I shuddered against the train.

"Good girl... cum for me right here..." Daddy's voice boomed through my head as I tried my hardest not to release a single squeaking noise from my lips.

My Pussy clenched around him. I throbbed and shook and rattled, and for the first time, I was grateful for the train's wiggle motions because they hid the shudders of my body. My knees buckled, and the pleasure zapped through me, causing shockwaves as my body spasmed.

His hand pressed over my mouth, and I squeezed my eyes shut, the only thing I could do to release.

The tremors in my legs faded into a heavy, rhythmic throb that pulsed in time with the clatter of the train. For a long minute, he didn't move, and neither did I. I tried to take breaths in an attempt to calm the storm in my body.

Daddy kept me pinned there, his hand a firm seal over my mouth, forcing me to breathe through my nose in ragged, hot bursts. I could feel the wetness of my own arousal cooling against my skin, a sticky weight between my thighs.