A PUBLIC MAESTRO and MARIE SEX STORY

TRAIN RIDE

BY AUNT CLIMAX

Maestro is a pleaser, a man who seeks to learn his lover’s desires, her fantasies, and her pleasure centres and then, ever the teacher, explores them with her as her guide, protector, and companion. 

I didn’t know this when he sat across the desk from me at work, always in beautiful shoes, dark slacks and precisely pressed button down shirt. His wild hair and occasional slips at the water cooler were the only hints of a much wilder side that I would not discover until years later. But I can assure you that this is a true story.

I had seen Maestro’s creativity and sense of adventure on display for many years at work. Never one to offer tired, boring solutions – he was a maverick, a wild, free spirit with curly, tousled hair and mischievous grin to match. I never guessed my oh-so professional work colleague sitting across from me was hiding his true talents.  

After 5 years of working together as platonic friends, I found myself single after terminating a stagnant long- term relationship. Maestro and I later became lovers, or more accurately, he became my teacher; using his imagination and total genius to turn my fantasies and deepest, most intimate desires into reality. With his help I had begun to feel once again like a sexual being. No, more than that. I was a creature of lust.

One of the fantasies we shared, and had talked about was being watched. We both got excited about having sex in public – of having strangers watch us fuck, and watch me cum. But I never suspected that Maestro was up to something when we left our apartment to catch a train heading downtown.

Before we left, Maestro told me, “Wear a dress. Or a short skirt. I want you to look sexy tonight.”

I didn’t question him at all. I love looking sexy when I’m out in public with him. So I complied. “Mmmm, yes Maestro.” 

As we walked to the train station I held his arm and felt so elegant, like a lady with her dapper gentleman. I was so innocent. I didn’t suspect a thing.

As we passed through the turnstiles, Maestro turned to me and said “I want to show you off to anyone who would look, you are such a sexy little thing.”

“Oh Maestro, you’re so sweet.” I giggled, feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush. I checked us out discreetly on the mirrored panels riding up the escalator. We were a striking couple, with Maestro wearing a perfectly tailored black jacket and pants. 

So we waited on the platform looking like two regular old professionals on their way to a regular old professional function. As soon as the train arrived Maestro grinned, his usual wicked way of telling me he was up to no good. That’s when I realized this wasn’t any old train ride…

“You trust me, Marie don’t you?” Maestro whispered in my ear as the train approached.

“Of course Maestro,” I responded without thinking.

“You’ll take the window seat for this trip. I’ll take the aisle seat,” he directed, without explanation. 

As I took the closest aisle seat, he sat next to me and continued to grin, making me flush with anticipation. This wasn’t a menopausal hot flash, this was lust. I didn’t have to wait long, soon I felt Maestro slip his hand under my little black skirt. I barely had time to position my jacket over my lap to cover my pussy.

“Maestro, what if people can see … what … ohhhh … Maestrooooo, oooohhhhh.” My protests were cut short as he found my clit with his right hand. 

Maestro casually turned and lowered his voice. “Yes? What did you say Marie? I didn’t hear you!”

“Oh god, oh god, oh god … please … more … soooooooo gooooooood … ohh my clit. Oh Maestro!” I gripped my jacket, struggling to look casual and slightly bored like other passengers. 

Any hesitation over being watched evaporated with his first few teasing squeezes on and around my clit. Sometimes he starts gently, slowly. But not this time – he rubbed up and down the length of my clit, pressing hard. Kneading me, quickly … bringing me close to orgasm.

I pressed my face against the cold window to avoid eye contact with people while I squirmed, grinding my hips against Maestro’s fingers.

His long, slender fingers teased, squeezed and played with my clit like a musician caressing his beautiful priceless instrument. His erotic instrument. 

My mind flashed back for an instant to my old work colleague. How many days and weeks had I admiring the dexterity with which he manipulated his keyboard – his fingers dancing across the keys with ease? And now they were playing me … 

I quickly snapped back to reality as he pinched my clit, finding just the right spot, the most sensitive areas in an instant. I bit my lip to stifle a cry. 

“Do you want something, Marie? You’re getting wet. So wet.” Maestro teased, knowing he was in total control of my impending orgasm.

“Oh right there, right there … please don’t stop  … noooooo mmmmm please make me cum Maestro! Please!! Harder, please just a little harder!”

Maestro stopped playing with my clit to grab a small handful of hair and pull my head to look directly in his amber-green eyes. “You can beg all you want, but you know who is in control! Tell me, Marie. Who is in control?”

“Oh Maestro. Yeeessss … oh God oh God.” I gasped. I wasn’t quite capable of uttering full sentences now as my focus was solely on his fingers on my clit. 

“Who? I didn’t hear you Marie!”

He pulled my hair a bit harder, making me even more horny. More desperate and wet for his fingers.

“You.. mm… Maestro, you are. You are.”  

He released my hair, his eyes burning a hole through me. 

“NO. You don’t want it badly enough, and you will learn, Marie. Learn that I decide when and how you will cum! Are you going to obey now? Are you? Or will I have to punish you more? Oh Marie … I will teach you a lesson if I need to. You know I will … right here, right now.” 

“Yes, Maestro. I’ll be good for you,” I pleaded, feeling more aroused by the thought of his public punishment if I disobeyed him again. 

Maestro’s voice softened slightly as his fingers returned to my grateful clit. 

“Now, pet, let me get back to work. I’ve barely touched your clit.”    

“Yes, Maestro. Yes … yes please.”

He pressed either side of my clit firmer, stronger, inching toward my waiting pussy. My hips jerked side to side in anticipation – he found just the exact spot again, sending shockwaves down my legs. My right leg quivered, and my controlled breathes hastened and shortened. 

“Ohhhh, GOD!!” I pressed my face against his shoulder.

“Calm now, I’m just getting started. There are 8 more stops to go. And when I’m ready, I’m going to play with your pussy. But ONLY when I’m ready.” 

He slowly massaged my clit, watching my face intently. Studying my every move, every reaction … learning just how to control my orgasms. I was his toy, his plaything to show off. I felt my pussy start to twitch. How many people were watching? Did they know …?

“MMMM! Yeeeesssss! My pussy, Maestro … my pussy. I’m so wet, so wet for you. Please don’t stop!” 

 

He continued to tease and stroke my clit as I groaned with each burst of pleasure. Uncontrollably now, I pressed my face against the window, the scenery a total blur as my only thoughts were on his insistent, rhythmic rubbing towards my dripping wet pussy. 

“Oh, yes. I’ve been good Maestro, haven’t I? Please!!”

I tossed my head onto his shoulder, purring into his ears. Begging, pleading for more. 

“More, Maestro, oh God.” 

He withdrew his fingers, and with exaggerated slowness he licked one, two, then three fingers as I watched.

“Yes, Marie. My little fuck toy, my dirty little pet. You’ve been good. Enough with the tease, Marie. Now I fuck you! Like this? And this?? Is this what you want Marie?” 

Maestro wasted no time in pushing his three fingers deep in my pussy. There was nothing gentle about this fuck. Maestro was a man possessed. 

“MMMM OH! Ahhhhgggg … my pussy, my pussy … yes yes yes Maestro! Oh god you’re filling me up. Your fingers are so deep baby! Sooooo deep!”

Maestro bit my ear lobe hard enough to make me squeal and jump. Then again. Delicate nibbles alternating with hard bites. He was in complete control. 

“Yes Marie, yes baby your pussy is MINE!”

“Ohhhh … oh Maestro. Whatever you want, tease me, fuck me – do whatever you want. My pussy is all yours. It’s … ooohhhhh …!!”

In an instant, the pain turned to pleasure, my body slumped even more against him, and my pussy twitched in anticipation. What would he do next to my pussy? He roughly spread my legs further apart so he could thrust his fingers deeper. 

“Grrrrr … you’re going to take more, Marie. NOW!”

“Oh yes! Don’t stop, never stop.”

I pleaded and begged, my shiny wet pussy was briefly exposed as my coat scattered down my lap. Three wet fingers pulled my pussy apart, stretching me, the pressure on my clit and now my asshole almost unbearable, before quickly turning to the most intense uncontrollable pulsing from deep inside my pussy. 

“Ooh, ooh, ooh, mmmm yes,GRR yes yes!”

A cool breeze hit my face – I knew the doors were opening and closing, I didn’t know where we were, I’d lost count of the stops after the second one.

Maestro continued to slide his three fingers deep in my pussy, withdrawing ever-so-slowly, making me jump and rotate my hips, feeling delicious pressure on every inch of my pussy. My entire lower body moved in time with Maestro’s thrusts. I was at his mercy.

Like a man possessed, he was entranced with everything nuance and detail of my wet aching pussy. I was so close, oh so close to a huge orgasm. I could feel the dampness on my skirt, and dripping down my legs. His fingers slid into me so easily now. 

“Maestro … oh please Maestro … will you please let me cum? Please baby, my pussy … I’m so wet … please now, please!” I begged him, twisting and squirming in my seat.

“Are you begging Marie? I don’t think you’re ready. Not yet. No … not now. You still don’t sound to me as though you want it badly enough, Marie. So no. I won’t let you cum yet. I’m going to keep teasing you,” he declared as he stopped his regular three-finger thrusts inside my pussy and started teasing me in a different way. 

Where were his fingers? Was he playing with my ass too? On the train with all these strangers? I didn’t know what he was doing anymore but it felt so good.

“Oh, oh oooooohhhhh! Please mm.. Maes … tr ..oooooo,” I moaned.

I panted against the window, trying to hide my “about-to-cum” face. I jerked my hips lasciviously against his fingers, totally unaware whether my jacket even covered my pussy anymore. 

“Uhhhhhh …

                      ugggggghhhh …

                                                    Aaahhhhheeeee!” I groaned, stifling a scream.

“Yes, Marie! You feel it…. That’s right … that’s a good little pet. I think you’re ready now.” He whispered into my ear as his fingers moved.

“Please Maestro, please will you let me cum now? Pleeeeeeeeease??” I begged.

“OK Marie. You sound sincere now. I will allow you to cum. NOW” Maestro commanded as he rammed his three fingers deep inside my pussy, massaging my cervix. At the same time, he slipped his pinky inside my ass and pressed his thumb on my clit. “OH MAESTRO!!!” I screamed as my entire body spasmed in pleasure. I rocked back and forth in the seat, staring at the ground and biting my lip as my first orgasm hit me like a hot tsunami. 

“Mmmmmmm, uuuhhhhhhh, yes, yes yes … my pussy!!!!” I whispered to him as I came again, and again. My screams, perfectly timed with his rhythmic attack on my pussy, were partially drowned out by the regular flow of people in and out as the train went from station to station. The doors opened and closed, I was unaware of other passengers, consumed by my rolling orgasms.

“Oh, oh, ooooooh, yes…….oh……..yes……..aaahhhhh.” Maestro didn’t let up until we were almost at our stop. I wiped the drool from my mouth and straightened my hair slowly coming back around. The first thing I saw when I looked around was a man standing by the door getting ready to exit.. He stared slack-jawed at me, in total shock. 

“Maestro, I think that guy watched us.” I said.

Maestro’s wicked grin said it all. And then he laughed. “Hahaha, oh yes, he has been watching awhile now and you sure gave him a good show!”

“Oh Maestro, that was the best train ride ever.” I told him, and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips, which he returned with a wonderful, warm kiss of his own. 

I smiled back at the man showing him a triumphant grin. after all,I still had cum dripping down my leg.

 

 

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