Someone is Observing

Before you could fully recover, you noticed an older man, probably around 55 years of age, staring at the two of you. His gaze lingered on Janu's exposed behind. You caught the bulge in his pants, indicating that he, too, was aroused by what you two had just shared.

You smirked, seeing an opportunity. "Our passengers want a show," you whispered to Janu, who blushed deeply, her heart pounding again. "Asshole," she muttered under her breath, but she didn't look away.

You positioned Janu in between you and the older man, pressing her against his body. Her chest and buttocks grazed against him, and he let out a visible gasp. His eyes showed a mix of lust and surprise.

"Ahn~" Janu let out a soft sound as she felt the stranger's body against hers. The train was packed enough for no one to know what was happening, and the older man seemed shy, unsure of how to react. Your cock, still sensitive from your release, twitched as you watched the reactions of the man before you.

You leaned into Janu's ear and whispered, "Make him hard. It's the least he can do for watching our show." Janu bit her lip, glancing up at you before shifting her hips subtly against the older man. Her intent was clear, and sure enough, he grew harder by the second, pressed against her flesh.

• "Hey, oldie," you called out to the stranger, your tone teasing and commanding. "Take her boobs, press them. See, I'm pressing them. Soft boobs, I said." With one hand, you grabbed Janu's left breast, squeezing it gently as you continued to slide your cock in and out of her ass.

Janu's body tensed for a moment before she relaxed into the stranger's touch. She couldn't believe where this scenario was going, but it was a ride she was ensnared in. The man's hand reached her breast, and he began to fondle it, his rough callused grip contrasting against her soft skin.

Moaning softly, "~hmmm~," Janu felt her body respond once again. You seemed to be enjoying this new dynamic, as you picked up the pace of your thrusts, and with your other hand, you removed her clothes, tossing them out of the window to the hazy world passing by.

Janu glanced down at her now-naked body, her mind reeling at the turn of events. "Janu akka, don't have clothes to wear," you teased, smirking as you watched her face. She didn't respond, her eyes locked on yours; you could see the mix of humiliation and arousal in them.

With her clothes gone, she had **** but to brave the cold wind that found its way into the train, hitting her exposed skin. You knew she was cold, but the heat between her legs contradicted it. You continued filling her up, pounding into her ass as passengers around you remained unaware, blissfully ignorant to the chaotic display within arms' reach. It's a scene etched into the memories of all three of you, an experience that would spur stories behind closed doors.