She Chose Three Strangers in the Last Carriage

Renata left work with her body craving trouble. She changed quickly in the locker room, let her hair down, and walked to the station with one idea stuck in her head for days: the one about young guys and women like her. Did twenty-somethings still fancy me? She reached the platform sweating in the August heat, among vacationers with towels and distracted tourists dragging suitcases.

Once, she had slipped into the last carriage, where faceless hands had groped her in the darkness of the tunnel; one afternoon she had even come home with a sticky stain on her skirt. She was lightly dressed: a cream-colored strappy blouse, a denim miniskirt, and white underwear. She checked how long until the next train and went into the station bathroom.

Inside the cubicle she took off her bra and panties, which already smelled of restrained desire. She put her miniskirt and blouse back on, this time open just enough for her nipples to show through the thin fabric. Couldn’t be clearer. She tucked the lingerie into her bag and went back to the platform, scanning for some boy to lure in.

There was only a little group of three, just turned twenty, with beach backpacks, towels, and a cool box. The three of them were easy on the eye, but Renata didn’t stop to consider faces; in that state men were just pieces of meat. It was hard to choose one. To hell with it. She moved in just as the train pulled into the station.

They all piled on. The carriage was packed and she, using her skills, slipped in among the group of friends. She shut them up at once.

First step, done.

The two boys in front stared at her tits without much attempt to hide it. She played shy, and when their eyes met she gave them a smile. One raised his eyebrows at the other and they both smiled back. Renata turned toward the door and the three of them huddled together, whispering behind her back.

Her ear, sharpened by the sleepless nights spent taking care of her daughter, caught fragments of the whispers.

—God, look at those tits —one said.

—She’s not wearing a bra —another pointed out.

—Shh —the third one hushed them.

Two minutes later they reached the next stop. More people got on and no one got off; the carriage got so crowded that bodies almost brushed, but nobody dared touch her yet. She heard more murmurs, and out of the corner of her eye she saw one of them fiddling with his phone with the look of a kid up to no good.

—Let’s see… —one of them muttered.

—…from the front… —she just caught between the rattle of the train.

The boy to her left looked the most nervous. The others nudged him and elbowed him, and he answered with a muttered “yeah, yeah.” He was hopeless at pretending: he lowered the phone with his right hand, lifted the camera just a little, and fumbled at the screen with his thumb. He looked at the result, didn’t like it, and tried again. Renata made his task easier by turning sideways, edging closer to the phone, taking advantage of the fact that at the next stop part of the passengers were shifting around to get off.

The boy looked at the photo, blushed, and turned to his friends.

—It looks like she’s not wearing anything underneath!

—Knock it off, she’s going to catch us and we’ll be in for it.

Renata was burning up inside. She couldn’t let the chance slip away, and the phone clumsiness gave her an idea. She took out her own phone and texted Damián, her boyfriend, first a discreet message they couldn’t see: “play along, I’m hunting and they’re reading over my shoulder.” She waited for the blue double tick and deleted that part of the conversation.

Then she held the phone up properly, just enough for the three of them to read it easily, and started typing short, simple phrases that were easy to catch on the fly.

“I’m so horny.” He didn’t have time to answer. “Too bad we can’t see each other today, I’m dying for you to fuck me…” Damián replied with ambiguous little faces, going along with it. “I hope you enjoy my panties and my bra. I’m going commando.”

The boys muttered behind her, shifting uneasily, trying not to laugh.

“My pussy’s on fire, all I can think about is a good cock.” “I’ll get home, strip, and finger myself.” Devil faces in reply. Renata raised the stakes. “Though the way I am, I might not even make it home.” She stroked her cleavage while typing. “Since I got divorced all I can think about is fucking.”

—With me? —Damián replied, taking the bait.

—With anyone. I need to get fucked now, I can’t take it anymore.

—Can’t you wait until tomorrow?

—I don’t think so. I’ll find someone for this afternoon.

More whispers behind her. One of them moved so close she could feel his breath as he read over her shoulder. She felt a finger on her thigh, a subtle touch to which she didn’t react. The finger crept slowly up to the edge of her skirt, to the curve of her ass. The boys were laughing, emboldened.

Quite a few people had gotten off. It was obvious they were circling her, though they were acting hesitant. At the first hard jolt, the boy behind her knocked his groin against her backside.

—Sorry —he said.

Renata turned her head and nodded with a smile. When she looked forward again, one of them let out a laugh.

At the next station more people got on and it was the perfect excuse: the one behind pressed himself against her without bothering to hide it. With every movement of the carriage, the hard bulge rubbed her ass. Laughter and more laughter. Each time he pressed her closer, for longer. Renata let him and even moved her backside slowly. The finger-boy kept stroking her thigh, almost imperceptibly. The one behind has got the point. This one, though… She turned a little to bring his hand closer to the front of her body. From there he had to feel the heat coming off her.

—Come on… get closer —the one behind whispered to the third, who moved to her right. This one, with less tact, rested the back of his hand on her thigh, also near her hip.

Her stop would be coming soon and this was moving too slowly. Let’s step it up. She went back to her phone. “There are some guys on the train driving me wild.” “They’re touching me and I love it.” “I’m getting off now, what a shame, I’d love for them to come home with me and fuck me.”

The two on the sides whispered with the one behind for nearly a minute, letting her go completely. Did I scare them off?

—Sorry —the one behind told her, making her turn—. We get off here, can you let us out? —The train was already braking.

—I get off here too —she replied, looking them up and down. Vacationers, young, handsome, smooth-skinned.

***

They stepped onto the platform. Renata went first; they followed, whispering. She headed toward the industrial estate next to the station, and every few steps she turned and smiled at them from the corner of her eye, provoking fresh agitation behind her. Barely fifty meters away, already in the wasteland area, she bent down pretending to pick something up off the ground, showing them her bare ass beneath the skirt.

—Fuck! —one of them blurted out.

She looked back at them smiling again. All three were covering their mouths, dying of laughter. The tallest one raised his eyebrows at her as if to say “heeeeey.”

There was nobody out at that hour. It was the old industrial estate in her town, full of abandoned warehouses, derelict lots, and broken bottles among the reeds. To her right stood a half-collapsed wall, the remains of an old warehouse. Before passing it and going into the wasteland, she looked at them again.

She knew a little path used by drifters and potheads. She skirted the reeds while hearing, just a few meters away, them following her. She reached the only half-standing structure, what looked like an old transformer shed, with no door and no trace of copper. She went inside and headed for the darkest area, lit only by the holes in the roof. On the floor there was a battered mattress. So glamorous. She took a mosquito repellent spray from her bag and soaked the whole mattress; then she spread her work coat over it.

—I think she went in here —one of them said outside.

—Then you go first.

—You go, you coward, if you’ve got the balls!

The bravest one went in first. Renata put a finger to her lips asking for silence and with the same finger beckoned him closer. He advanced in short, wary steps, and sped up when she unbuttoned her blouse and showed him her tits, big, round, firm. Renata sat down on the mattress.

When she had him in range, she pulled down his swim shorts and took out his cock, already hard, a good size and neatly shaved. She stroked it while looking him in the eyes, winked at him, and hissed like a snake to keep him quiet; she didn’t want to know them, that made it hotter. She took it into her mouth and started sucking. She licked, she sucked, slipped one testicle between her lips, and then swallowed the whole shaft again.

When she had him properly hard, she took him out of her mouth and jerked him off with her hand. He dared to knead her tits. Without warning, he suddenly threw his head back and emptied himself in a couple of spasms. One jet hit her cheek, another her chest, the rest ran over the back of her hand. Already? Bastard kids.

She squeezed out the last drop. The boy moved away, grateful, leaving her wanting more. He tucked his cock back into his swim shorts and returned to the entrance, lit by the roof light like a messenger, and signaled his friends to come in quietly. They obeyed. He pointed toward her and, covering his mouth, whispered something in their ear.

The two new ones moved closer slowly, one on each side; the first one behind. Renata stuck out her tongue, licked her upper lip, and when they reached her they looked at each other. The one behind urged them on. Timidly, they touched the bulges first, and she stroked them over the fabric.

One and then the other barely revealed the tip of their cocks above the swim shorts. Fuck, what a pace! Renata, quicker, pulled them out completely and jerked them off with both hands. The one behind was patting them on the back.

—See? —she heard him say.

She alternated between sucking and jerking them off, one and then the other, this time at a calmer tempo. This time you’re not going to ruin it for me. She let them go, leaned back on the coat, raised her knees and spread her legs to show them the sex beneath the miniskirt, which lifted all the way up. She rummaged in her bag for a brand-new box of condoms and handed it to one of them. The boy, thrilled, opened it, took one out and, after clumsily fiddling with it for a while, put it on.

While the other, a little more adept, did the same, the first knelt between her legs, placed the tip at her entrance and lay back on her. He had young, strong arms stretched out, supporting his weight so he wouldn’t crush her. Renata looked for his gaze, but he kept it fixed above her head. She watched him close his eyes and push slowly all the way in.

—Mmm… —she moaned, biting her lip, grabbing his ass over the swim shorts.

The boy started fucking her slowly and clumsily. If he lasted two minutes, that was plenty, before going very still inside her. He got up without looking at her and removed the condom with the tip full. What a letdown.

The next one took his place and repeated the ritual: he knelt, looked closely at the reddened sex, placed his cock at the entrance and lay back. This one stayed a little more upright, with a bigger dick. Supported on one arm, with his free hand he massaged her tits. Renata bent one knee to let him go deeper; he was fucking her at a better pace and she liked it much more. This one really looks like he might make me finish.

—Ah… ah… —she moaned as he drove into her fast and hard, tugging her nipple.

She didn’t get to finish the thought in her head. The boy stopped suddenly, deep inside, sighed, and went still. What? Fuck everything. Good thing he wasn’t looking into her eyes: he didn’t see her furious face. He pulled out quickly, leaving her empty between the legs, and took off the condom without his friends noticing.

The first one, the only one really looking at her, noticed.

—I don’t think he came —he whispered, seeing her pull her skirt up higher and rub her clit furiously.

Sharp boy. She pushed them aside and took his cock out of his swim shorts again. He bent down to reach for a condom, but Renata stopped him with a gesture. I’ve had enough disappointments for one day.

Even so, the boy started jerking off while watching her spread her sex with her fingers, sinking them in, rubbing her clit. He stroked her thigh, as if asking permission, and went up to her tits. Renata watched him wank; she lifted both knees, feet in the air, opened as wide as she could, and exploded in a wet, noisy orgasm. Three guys and I finish alone.

The boy was pounding himself very fast between her legs. Come on, I’ll be good. She opened wider, holding her lips apart with both hands. He couldn’t last: he rested the tip at her entrance without putting it in and unloaded a few bursts over her. They looked at each other, him half-lidded, sweating in the heat. Nice wank, they seemed to be saying to each other. Then he raised his eyebrows, intrigued, staring at her. And what’s wrong with her now?

He stood up and went to talk to his friends, who waved goodbye politely while she cleaned herself with a wet wipe. She gathered her things; luckily they hadn’t gotten dirty, and the mattress didn’t seem to have bugs. Even so, the first thing she would do when she got home was take a very hot shower. When she came out into the dim entrance, she saw the boys walking away down the path. She waited a few seconds and then left too.

***

She had to cross back by the station to get home. The three boys went into it and Renata took the chance to quicken her pace, but the pedestrian crossing light was red. She waited patiently for it to turn green.

—Hi —she heard behind her.

It was the boy with whom it had all begun and ended. He stood beside her and startled her, though she saw he was alone.

—Hi… —she replied, wary.

—That was good.

She nodded shyly. What do you want now?

—Don’t we know each other? —the boy asked, keeping pace with her along the sidewalk.

—No, I don’t think so. —And I hope not, that would be bad luck.

—Aren’t you Daniela’s mother?

Her heart nearly skipped. How does he know that? She was a couple of streets from home. She tried to remember, this time really focusing on his features. Not a clue who you are.

—I’m Adrián… summer camp counselor.

—Ah…! Ah! —she exclaimed. Shit, right.

—Your daughter is a lovely girl. I’m going this way. If you want us to meet another day…

—Adrián —she cut him off, looking him in the eyes, serious—. You’re very nice, but this was just a game. And I’d appreciate discretion.

—Yes, yes, of course —he said quickly—. No problem.

—Bye, see you —she said, picking up speed, watching him disappear into the crowd.

Lucky me. Between parents, teachers, and now a counselor, I’m going to end up fucking everyone who knows the girl. No wonder they say kids are magnets for sex.

She took out her phone and told Damián what had happened before going into the building.

—You’re a handful, darling. Your being such a slut is your downfall.

—And you love it —she replied with a smiling face.