Tram Crush to Creampie Cheat: My Raw Stranger Fuck

August heat choked the tram. Packed tight, bodies slick with sweat. My phone buzzed in my bag – his text: ‘Where you at?’ Days of dirty chats on the app, pics of my tanned thighs, his hard cock promise. I spotted him on the steps by the doors, tired face from work. Perfect prey. I shoved closer in the crush, my black top straining over my tits right at his eye level. Short skirt riding my bronzed thighs. Our eyes locked. I smirked, pressed in. His nose buried in my cleavage. No one noticed, sardine crowd.

Fuck, the rush hit hard. His breath hot on my skin. I ground against him subtle, felt his cock twitch. He hesitated, then hand grazed my thigh. Timid. I didn’t pull away. Encouraged him. Both hands now, sliding up, under skirt. Heart pounding. Fingers gripped my ass firm. I loved it, stayed put. Tram jerked to stop, shuffles. I spun around casual, ass to his crotch. Waited. He froze. Bitch, move! Grabbed his hands, shoved under skirt to hips. Clear signal: more.

The Approach

His palms roamed inner thighs, hit my damp panties. Soft cotton soaked. Finger slipped under, into my wet slit. Then two, three, whole hand. Pumping my pussy discreet. I bit lip, legs trembled. Crowd oblivious, chatting, staring phones. Pleasure built fast. Couldn’t stay still, squirmed. His thumb circled clit. Fuck yes. Waves crashed, I sighed long, orgasm ripping quiet. Some lady glanced, shrugged back to mag. My scent filled air – musky perfume mix sweat. Phone buzzed again. Hubby’s ‘home soon.’ Shit, time ticking.

Tram halted. I twisted, grinned wicked: ‘Come!’ Voice husky, eyes hungry. Pushed out, led him. He followed, mesmerized by my swaying ass. Two blocks, narrow street. Unlocked door, up stairs. Door open, waited smirking. Pulled him in, shoved to wide couch. Flopped back, yanked panties off, spread thighs wide. Black bush glistening, clit swollen. ‘Lick me!’ Eyes daring.

The Explosion

He dove in frantic. Tongue lapped my folds, sucked clit. Legs up, moaning soft. Juices smeared his face. Keys rattled door! Fuck! Hubby early, plaster-dusted hands, grumpy builder. Panties hurled behind couch. He eyed stranger suspicious. ‘Hola,’ cold Spanish spat. I played cool, hubby showered off. Water roared. Risk ignited me. Stared at him, hiked skirt, doggy on couch. Ass high, pussy dripping. ‘Hurry, fuck me quick! Not much time!’

He lunged, unzipped, cock sprang thick hard. Gripped hips, slammed balls-deep. One thrust filled me. Groaned muffled. Fucked savage, hips slapping quiet as possible. Gland dragged walls, hot tight. I bucked back, clit throbbing. ‘Harder, fuck my cheating cunt!’ Whispered filthy. Shower rushed. Tension exploded. Couldn’t last. His hand clamped my mouth as he swelled. Hot spurts flooded me, creampie deep. I spasmed, second orgasm muffled screams. Body shook.

Collapsed beside, cock slipped out cum-leaking. I spun, sucked him clean. Tongue swirled last drops, eyes locked. Tasted us mixed. Shower stopped. ‘Go,’ mouthed. He bolted, my panties trophy in pocket. Door clicked shut. I straightened skirt, cum trickling thighs. Hubby emerged, none wiser. Kissed cheek, normal night. Adrenaline faded, stranger gone. Just thrill memory, pussy sore satisfied.