His arms were aching from the constant carrying and walking with his bag in one hand and the guitar in the other. Now relief finally came as he made it onto the train and he sat down with an exhausted slump feeling the pain in his arms spread to joyful numbness. 

“The train is now about to start, please make sure all passengers are seated.” John heard the train driver say over the rickety intercom system and immediately felt all the excitement of his trip fade away into seemingly distant memories. It had been fun, but now was the time for John to finally arrive back home after months of leisure and excitement. He was too tired to play his guitar and had nothing to read so John decided to rest and watch the trees and hills pass by in a blur, he would use this train ride for rest.

A few stops went by and sleep had not come to John, he always had trouble sleeping especially in public areas, it was weird like that, he couldn’t even piss in public washrooms if someone was there he’d just fake piss and flush the urinal anyways and leave until the washroom was empty.

It was night time. No sleep yet. John felt a familiar uncomfortable tension in his pants, the kind that often came to him on these long train rides and he realized that other than when he had sex with that prostitute, he hadn’t masturbated or had sex his whole trip. It must have been at least a couple of months, he wondered how it had gone so long without him noticing, probably just the busyness of his adventures. Nevertheless, he still felt this urge rising inside him, it would soon be uncontrollable.

Another stop, amidst the crowd of new passengers John spotted a woman and became entranced in her presence. She caught his gawking eyes and John quickly looked away embarrassed, she smiled and approached him with that nice white glow of her straight teeth. “Mind if I touch your guitar?”

“Umm no.” John stammered, confused. She reached out with her silk hands and rubbed the tip of his guitar case sensually and slowly up and down it. She had this playful look on her face that made john immediately grow half a boner.

She continued down the aisle smiling, leaving John confused and hard. The whiff of her still caught in john’s nostrils, the smell of coconut or vanilla or something like that, john couldn’t put his finger on it. Her hair was long and fiery red, tight jeans showing the plumpest asses that John had ever witnessed. He imagined what it would feel like to have that ass pound against the base of his dick. He immediately pictured his dick in her mouth, tongue swirling around sloppily over it. Her tits were like plump mangoes bulging out of her tee shirt with a faint outline of her nipples, she wasn’t wearing a bra. They were the perfect size and would fit perfectly in Johns open and waiting not so hairy palms 

He immediately pictured his dick in her mouth, tongue swirling around sloppily over it. Her tits were like plump mangoes bulging out of her tee shirt with a faint outline of her nipples, she wasn’t wearing a bra. They were the perfect size and would fit perfectly in Johns open and waiting not so hairy palms.