It was a small jostle of the carriage that gave her the excuse to touch me. A poorly maintained part of the line, or an intersection in the tracks, something like that. Either way, the momentary shaking of that sardine can of a train car caused several people to lose their footing.

A slim, feminine hand appeared on my upper arm, pressing into my shoulder as the woman steadied herself. I glanced to the side, and then down as I realised the short stature of my assailant. She was east Asian, with deep, dark almond eyes that hooked my attention in an instant. I barely had time to register those shoulder length black curls, half tucked away beneath a baseball cap. A cute button nose, and a pair of plush pink lips framed by rosy cheeks.

Her smile was bright and apologetic, with a hint of playfulness behind it. I barely noticed, stunned as I was, heat rushing to my face at the sudden contact with a woman so gorgeous. I fumbled for words, my characteristic awkwardness kicking in as I tried to reassure her that there was no harm done. Then she pressed her finger to my lips.

Reaching quite a ways, considering she couldn't be more than 5'2, she shushed me, and I caught the smell of her perfume as she leaned in. There was another scent too, emanating from the soft finger resting just below my nose. One I couldn't identify despite its vague familiarity. Whatever it was, I liked it, and I felt something shift inside me. A primal feeling, joined by a stirring in my pants as I took in that pleasant aroma.

I didn't have the most experience with women, though I wouldn't say that was due to anything other than lack of trying. Being closer to seven feet than to six, I'd always been self-conscious about my height, always been told that my sheer size made me a freak, that I scared people. The situation was made worse when I started working out. Now I’d heard that I looked like some kind of big blonde bear. I'd taken these comments as insults at the time, but in hindsight they had largely been from women with a strange glint in their eye as they took in my body, and I'm beginning to doubt that was their intent.

Regardless, I'd come to the assumption that my size was intimidating, and I didn't wish to make any poor girl uncomfortable by even approaching her, let alone trying to flirt. So, imagine my shock when this gorgeous girl gazed up at me with a sultry, suggestive stare. I took note of the camera that hung from her neck, as well as the backpack, embroidered with a logo of Chinese characters and laying in a heap at her feet. Was she a tourist? It certainly wasn't uncommon for people from east Asia to visit the UK. She glanced back anxiously, and across the carriage I saw an older Asian couple, chatting amicably with the kind people who had given up their seats to them. Her parents?

I noticed their conversation seemed to lag a little, the old couple pausing and considering their words before speaking. English clearly wasn't their native tongue. I looked back at the woman, wondering if she could even speak any English herself. Looking closely, I’d say she was the right age to be their child. She had a beauty about her that balanced on the edge of youthfulness and maturity, placing her somewhere in her mid to late thirties. Nearly fifteen years older than me.

I suddenly found myself feeling slightly intimidated, and very overwhelmed as I struggled to with how this was even happening. Sensing my agitation, the woman slipped her hand into mine, giving it a small squeeze. She stepped up to me with that same seductive smile, coming face to face with my broad chest. I glanced around fearfully at the surrounding passengers. Nearly all of them stood staring at their phones, and those that weren't were struggling to stay awake in the dim light of the London underground.

We were squeezed in at the very back, having both been some of the first few to board. And clearly that suited her just fine. Still in shock, I stared dumbstruck as she traced her finger across my face. Moving along the contours of my jawline, seemingly analysing my face. She took in the sight of my golden blonde hair, my pale skin and dusting of freckles, before staring back into my deep blue eyes, considering something.

Then she took my hand and placed it between her thighs. My heart leapt into my throat, not just from the sheer boldness of such an action, but from the damp heat I felt between her shifting legs. She wore dark grey leggings that hid her arousal well, but there was no doubt in my mind that it was there. This woman was horny, and she wanted me to help her with it.

Not knowing what else to do, I pressed down on the spot she'd placed my fingers and gauged her reaction. Her eyes widened, and her lips parted slightly before curling into a satisfied smirk. She began to stealthily investigate my body, delicate fingers dancing along the contours of my muscles. She seemed pleased with my physique, her strange mixture of clinical yet hungry analysis sending my mind abuzz with thoughts of what exactly she was after. Unsure of how to proceed, I started tentatively rubbing her pussy. Up and down between her lips, as gently as I could for fear of pushing farther than she wanted.

She rocked her hips in response, eyes fluttering for a moment as she lost herself in the pleasure. Feeling bold, I pressed my thumbs down on her clit. This time she took in a sharp intake of breath, stifling a gasp. She looked up at me with an expression of sheepish annoyance, and in hindsight I think she was irritated at losing control of herself for a moment. She had a very clear goal in mind, and couldn't afford to get too distracted.

Her hands were at the hem of my jeans before I knew it, undoing buttons and working on my zipper. Someone shifted next to us, sniffling and almost looking as if she was about to peel her eyes up from her phone. My strange seductress paused, for the first time seemingly fearful of being caught. Then she redoubled her efforts, determined to get what I now know she came to my country for. She finished her silent handling of my zipper, and tugged the front of my boxers down.

Thick and hot, 7 inches of stiff white cock thunked down into her hand. She gave a small gasp, hefting the weight in her hand as she took in the result of her handiwork, eyes wide. She looked up at me, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes as soft, graceful fingers began to tease their way along my length.

She released my cock from its resting place on her palm, and I hung free. Tall and proud, but feeling very exposed despite the cramped environment around me. Her fingers grazed their way along the underside of my shaft, from base to throbbing tip. She stopped to play with my frenulum, fingers dancing and grazing across it with the lightest touch. My breathing hitched, and I stifled a gasp as shock waves of pleasure radiated out from her fingertips.

It didn't take long for a bead of glistening clear precum to form on my tip. She snatched it up without hesitation, and stared deep into my eyes as she licked her finger clean, satisfied at getting her revenge for my previous actions.

My body trembled with every breath. I couldn't believe I wasn't dreaming. Through the haze of warm lust clouding my thoughts I was dimly aware of an announcement playing over the speakers. I didn't catch what was said, but when I looked back to the woman, she had a look of surprise on her face. She glanced back at me, and with a sense of mild urgency in her movement, spun around.

I was thinking with the other head by this point, so I wasted no time in shamelessly taking in every curvaceous detail of her ass. She was beautiful; small but bouncy, framed by wide hips that curved down to shapely thighs with a delicious gap between them. It matched her breasts, completing the full mind-numbing package of east Asian beauty. She stepped back, and I watched as the weight of my shaft was taken into the soft grip of her cheeks, its girth sinking between them like a remote lost between cushions.

She had long legs, so despite the height difference her upper ass was almost level with my cock. Even still, I leaned back and slid down the wall a good few inches, on autopilot as I watched the hypnotising curves of her ass slide up and down the length of my dripping cock. Again I glanced around us, and as usual no one had noticed a thing. To be fair on them, the woman's movements were subtle, and in the peripheral vision pf most we looked like just two more squashed passengers pressed awkwardly together in the cramped space.

After about 30 seconds of firm grinding, my cock getting harder than it had ever been in my life, my teasing tormenter came to a stop. The she bent over, reaching for her bag to hide the fact she was shamelessly presenting herself to me. I thought I'd already been shaken to my core by everything so far, this whole scenario already surpassed the wildest porn fueled fantasies of any man. But then I saw the complete absence of any fabric covering her crotch.

Buried deep between her legs this whole time, had been a small slit in the fabric, one that opened up as she bent down, just enough to fully expose her most intimate parts. A dripping brown and pink pussy greeted me, accompanied by the cutest winking asshole. My heart skipped a beat for maybe the third time, and I couldn't stop the words that escaped my lips.

"Holy shit". A few nearby passengers glanced up at us, and I acted fast, turning my head up to the destinations board and crossing my arms over my exposed member, obscuring it from view. Using my best acting chops, I gave the impression of a man simply pondering the efficient progress the train was making on its journey.

Most lost interest, but a few dread filled moments passed as two people eyed me suspiciously, perhaps thinking I was creeping on the woman as she bent for her backpack. The man looked away, but a young woman's eyes widened, and a blush crept across her face as she realised what was going on. My heart leapt into my throat and stayed there, I thought for sure the woman would shout in disgust and that we were busted. But instead she looked down at the ground, eyes wide and chewing her lip in strange silence.

The Chinese woman for her part had frozen solid when I spoke, just as petrified as I that we would be caught. She stood up, and looked back at me with a look of annoyance, but also breathless with the thrill of being so nearly outed. She leaned her ass back against me, at a snail’s pace so as not to draw attention, and rose onto her tiptoes slightly. I realised what she was doing when the pink head of my cock disappeared between those plush mounds of warmth, sinking in a good couple inches. My tip came into contact with something very hot and very wet, and a pulse of pleasure travelled down my shaft.

My Chinese seductress took a deep breath, steeling herself to cross a line she couldn't go back from, then pushed down. Her pussy was tight, and for a moment struggled to allow access to my girth. In the thrilling madness of it all we'd forgotten to lube up my cock in any meaningful way. My lover had a quick fix for that however. She glanced back over her shoulder, and stuck out her tongue, dragging three delicate fingers over it.

They danced playfully down over my thick pale shaft, leaving it warm and slick with her saliva. She raised them back to her mouth for another round, but paused as she again caught sight of the arrival screen. Like me, she realised we now had only a few minutes before the next stop. My cock’s current lubrication would have to do. With a newfound determination etched upon her foreign visage, she pushed down and managed to squeeze the first two inches of me inside.

We held in place for a moment, me from the overwhelming pleasure of being squeezed by this tight, hot Asian pussy, and her from the shock of feeling the thick fullness of a Scotsman’s cock inside of her for the first time. Eventually she pushed down further, another inch slipping inside with a wet schlik. She held a hand to her mouth to keep quiet as my head scraped passed her g spot and sunk deeper. She lifter herself up slightly, my cockhead stimulating her once more as she sank back down.

We moved into a quick, rhythmic pattern, her bouncing up and down on my shaft, basking in the ecstasy of my cock’s warm kisses against her g spot. Not wanting to feel inactive, I slid my hand around her waist and reached down to rub her swollen clit. She had both hands clasped over her mouth now, desperate to keep silent as my fingers spun in furious circles around her clit.

She began to take me deeper, sliding just slightly further down my length with each bounce, her walls gripping like a vice. I glanced up, and saw that young woman gazing up at us with wide eyes, looking down with a blush that swallowed her whole face in a mask of pink embarrassment. Her hand was down her pants, working even harder than mine as she watched our duet of quiet lust. My companion must have noticed to, as at that moment her first orgasm rocked her. Her skill at masking this was unreal however, the only indication from my perspective being the crushing force of her tight pussy as it spasmed. It was all I could do to lean back and grit my teeth.

As we rode out the storm of her ecstasy together, I was dimly aware of the familiar jingle of the intercom, followed by the stale voice of the announcer as she informed us of the trains progress.

"Next destination, Westminster. Arrival time, 2 minutes."

We were running out of time. I couldn't control myself anymore. I knew in some deep primal part of me that this woman wanted my cum. European features were considered beautiful in the distant lands of Asia. The tall, strong and handsome men of Europe enrapturing their women for hundreds of years. It was an open secret that many even travelled to here expressly searching for a native man of high-quality genetic stock to impregnate them. That's what this was, and this woman had chosen me. She wanted to be filled with my cum, and feel the potent seed of a white man take hold inside of her.

My hands were at her hips, fingers digging into that soft warmth. Without thinking, I pulled her hips down onto mine. All seven inches of my pale shaft sank inside, and I felt her whole body spasm and stiffen. For a moment I worried I'd moved to fast, and was about to pull out and check on her, when a quick squeeze of her pussy around me communicated that she was OK.

With no time to waste, I set about making her relaxing British getaway a worthwhile expense. I fucked her with slow, shallow strokes at first, my tip kissing her cervix with light pecks and filling it with warm precum. I wasn't bold enough to make things more obvious than they likely already were at first. Of course, it only takes so long for a man's excitement to get the best of him. With the shock of sudden sex with such a beautiful stranger, and the sheer thrill of doing so in public, my climax built at a thundering pace.

I pulled out farther with each thrust, grinding my hard, pale length against the gripping walls of her pussy. She was hungry for my release, and so was I. I pushed deep, ramming myself up against her cervix, and finally released. The first rope of cum exploded out of my cock like a train barreling down a tunnel. Thick and hot, so deep inside her she felt it at the very core of her being. Her cervix was filled to over flowing by the first blast, and drowned by the second. Rope after rope of hot cum emptied into her in torrents. The hand of God couldn't separate my hands from her hips as I held her there, overwhelmed in my pleasure.

I managed to keep my panting to a minimum as I regained my senses. The first thing I noticed was our spectator, now quivering with eyes rolled back as she rode out the throes of her own orgasm. The second was the distinct motion of the train slowing as we neared our stop. The third being my woman's face as she looked back at me, lips parted and eyes sparkling with... something. We panted into each other’s faces for a moment, before she leaned forward and took me in a single, deep kiss.

Then it was all over. She broke away, turning as she lifted herself off of my softening cock. I tucked it away as the jingle sounded and the doors slipped open, still utterly amazed at how we hadn't been caught. My woman bent down to retrieve her backpack, and in that moment I was presented with a full view of her freshly fucked pussy, glistening as my thick cum threatened too escape. She stood up, and looked back at me one last time as she tied a hoodie around her waist, retrieved from her pack.

She picked up her backpack, and winked at me as she slung it over her shoulder, promptly spinning on her heels and slipping away into the bustling crowd of the carriage as it emptied. Away to join her parents and resume her holiday. Her belly warm and full with a new addition to the family as she explored the breathtaking, exotic land of Britain.