1 comments/ 69746 views/ 10 favorites Subway By: L.A. Wicker My wife and I live in the suburbs of a major east coast city. Each morning I look forward to an hour long ride on the subway. It's always pretty boring until last week. A new girl, about 20, started riding each morning. She’s pretty, blonde hair, soft blue eyes, a great friendly smile. She kind of over weight, maybe 160 pounds. Big breast 40 inch breast and a nice full round ass and thick thighs. She always looks good, wearing nice dresses and very thin blouses. Each day when she gets on she brushes her ass against and gives me a sexy little smile then starts reading a book or the newspaper. Until last week, school let out and now each day we had about 10 young black boys started riding each day. They were on her fast. Trying to reach up her dress, down her blouse. I looked at her and said, "Come and stand with me." She smiled real big and jumped to be by me. So, now each day she get on and just stands with me in the back of the car. I’m behind her and she holds the support pole. Many times my poor 10 inch cock has gave her a good goose in her ass. She doesn’t move or anything. I guess she likes it or thinks it’s better than the black boys fucking with her. One day I saw on the news that the train tracks we rode into the city was going to be repaired and there would be long delays in the tunnel that went under the bay. The next day it started, soon as we were half way through the tunnel, the train stopped and the lights went out. The poor girl about jumped out of her skin, she was shaking real bad. I slid my arms around her and held her tight caressing her tummy. It was so dark you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. And the noise was unreal, jack hammers pounding the ground. Power drills drilling into the walls of the tunnel. Men yelling at each other. The next day I almost shit when she got on the train. She was wearing a silk half shirt and a short skirt that had a long slit up the back. She just gave me a little smile and pulled my arms around her young body. When we got to the tunnel we stopped and the lights went out. She started pushing and rubbing her ass into my cock and I slid my hands under her blouse. She had a very thin bra on, I could feel her nipples so good. I caressed them while I kissed and sucked on her pretty neck. My cock was dying to get out of my pants but, I had tight briefs on and button down pants. If the lights came on I wouldn’t be able to put it away fast enough. So I let my fingers do the walking with one hand on her soft full breast, the other was behind her going up her skirt. I ran my hand under her skirt, searching for her pussy. When my hand found it she took the deepest breath. Her little pussy was dripping wet and so hot. Her panties were as thin as her little bra, I could feel her clit and pussy lips just like nothing was covering them. As I caressed her she lay back into me, giving her young body to me. All I could do was massage her to an orgasm. My right hard was playing with her right breast and nipple while my left hand was between her legs investigating her sweet pussy. She had the softest hair between her legs, just like a babies fine hair. I slid my fingers inside her hot body. Moving them in and out, caressing her breast and sucking her neck. The little babe came on my hand in about 30 seconds. I held her tight, continuing to finger her hot little pussy. She keep cumming and cumming, each time I would finger her faster. After she had orgasmed 6 or 7 times i just held and hugged her tight, kissing her neck and the side of her pretty face. We just stood there rocking each other. She left the train that morning with a sexy smile for me and whispered, "Tomorrow?" I hated cheating on my wife, this had been the first time. My wife had cancer in her hips and vagina. I haven’t had sex in over a year. Before she got sick we fucked every minute we could and she gave the best oral sex I had ever had. She would lay on my lap and suck me for hours. So when she got the cancer it almost killed me, the only woman I had truly loved was slowly dying. The next day I was ready for my little subway babe. I didn’t wear any briefs and I had baggy zipper pants on. Her stop was the next one after I got on, she wore a white see through blouse, a white bra, a black silk mini-skirt. She came right to me, my eyes went up and down her sexy body, she just smiled. After a while into the tunnel we went, the lights went out. I turned her to face me, kissing her deep while my hands caressed every inch of her body. She was so soft and tender, it had been so long for me. Then she went to her knees, A Oh yes. I thought, she is going to suck my cock. She pulled the zipper down and reached in for my cock. I heard her say, "Wow, your so big." I just hoped nobody else had heard it. She started kissing the sides of it and licking the length of the shaft. Then she took me into her young mouth. I could tell she hadn’t gave many blow jobs but, she was trying hard. She sucked my head very good after a while. I needed her pussy, I pulled her up turned her back to me, pulled her skirt up. My fingers felt for her pussy, as horny as I was I didn’t want to hurt her. I found it, she was bare, no panties to get in the way. She was so wet, so I pushed my cock to her pussy. I could feel her shaking, her heart was racing too. With one easy push up I was about 3 inches inside this hot, sexy girl, that was a virgin. I couldn’t believe it, a girl this sexy. I had only one virgin in my life. A real sweet girl in high school. She had helped me study for a class I was failing. Every body in school made fun of her for the way she looked and dressed. She looked like the brain child, very smart, baggy dresses and black rim glasses. I had always felt bad for the way my ass hole friends talked about her and made fun of her. She tutored me the lasts two months of school, every night, every day of the week. We got to know each other very, very good. But, little did they know when she let down her hair and took off her glasses, she was one of the prettiest girls in school. She and I made love to each other one starry night. She holds a special place in my heart to this day. I leaned to kiss her and pushed through her little girl flower. She moaned as I pushed deeper inside her virgin pussy. At last I was all the way inside, I held her close to me kissing her. She was nice and wet and so very warm inside. I felt her muscles squeezing my cock, getting used to it being deep inside. She held the support pole tight as I started pumping her pussy. Slowly and with deep pushes I made love to this fine young lady. Holding her close to me, kissing her neck and squeezing her nice full breast. My large cock was turning this girl into my woman. It only us both a few minutes and we started cumming. I pumped her long and deep. Her little pussy was squeezing my cock as I moved in and out her. Faster I drove my cock in and out of this babe, almost lifting her off the floor of the train. My fingers twisted and pulled her big nipples as my big cock pounded her young pussy. I felt bad doing her so hard until I heard her say, " Yes do it hard." That the first pussy I had in a year, all day I was in heaven. There’s nothing like pussy but, when it’s a virgin pussy. I couldn’t wait until the next time with her. "Shit, I don’t even know her name." I thought to myself. "That will be the first thing I ask her Monday morning." To Be Continued... Subway The subway was, as usual for 5:30 on a weekday, packed. Everyone had to be at home, now, and it didn’t matter if there wasn’t any room in this car or not. And everyone felt they were entitled to more space than was really available. That was the attitude he could see in the woman that was squeezing into the car now. She was wearing a black business suit, with small square glasses that seemed to hide piercing brown eyes. The suit and the glasses seemed to give an air of confidence—cockiness, perhaps---that demanded a spot right next to him. Without a word she moved in between him and the wall of the car, and budged her arm up to grab hold of the railing. At first he was a little upset she plowed her way in to such a small spot; and when she gave that smug condescending look over her shoulder at him, it just intensified his anger. But when the train jerked forward his anger quickly moved into embarrassment, for the movement of the train sent her backside into his crotch. He turned bright red and she looked back quickly and forcefully in annoyance. He muttered a “sorry,” and soon any frustration he felt was of a different kind. Soon the smells of a packed subway were replaced with her brown, curly hair, and soon the hand that was holding his briefcase wanted to hold something else. Something that felt soft, but somehow firm against his crotch….something that seemed to stretch the fabric of the back of her skirt just right….the same something that just bumped into him again. Yet this time, she didn’t turn around. He was about to apologize again when the train jerked violently, and this time, he felt something different—this time, her ass seemed to push its way against his crotch deliberately. He could feel his cock getting hard underneath his slacks, and for a moment he feared someone would see his hard-on. Just as quickly he laughed at the fear, since the number of people pushed in here would prevent anyone from seeing anything. Soon he could feel the train slowing down for the next stop, and the pull of the train started to pull him forward. She stood strong, didn’t move, and he leaned into her with a little more force. His cock was fully hard now, and she was either going to stand there and invite it, or he could expect assault charges to be pressed within hours. She stood firm, and just before the train was about to stop, almost a split second before it could come to a complete halt, she pushed her ass back into his crotch and gave it a snug squeeze with her ass cheeks. It was almost enough to make him cum right then and there, but the commotion of new people getting on and others getting off the train made him gain his self-control. Suddenly, she dropped her bag and tried to bend over, as much as she could, to reach it. Her ass pressed up against his cock, and he swore she moved it from side to side quickly before she picked it back up. The train started back up again, and soon it was a game of one-upsmanship. For each push that he could muster, she would give a squeeze back. For each hand that he “accidentally” moved to her waist and pulled her back into him, she “accidentally” stumbled back and her hand would graze his cock. Then the train began to slow again, and she bent down again. This time, however, she picked up her bag and appeared to be getting ready to leave. He coughed loudly, even moved a little to block her way to the door, anything he could think of to try and get her to stay. She tried to move past him for a bit, and just when he was about to give in, she looked up at him. He wanted to say something, to say “stay” or maybe just “please,” and was about to get the words out, when a small grin spread across her face and she slowly put her bag back down. She nudged him back against the wall and pushed her ass against his cock and held it there. As the train started to move again, she glanced back quickly. “If I’m going to miss my stop,” she whispered, “you better make me cum.” The train jerked up and her ass moved on him with force….this was different than before, as if before was a sort of flirting, a sort of playful introduction. This was firm, deliberate, yet professional—no one, no matter how hard she squeezed his cock with her ass and with the hand that would travel back and stroke it against her skirt—could see them. Each push, each pull, each jerk of the train translated into a harder rub against her ass…and soon, as hard as his cock was, he could feel her getting wet. And if he couldn’t feel it, he could sense it—especially when she pinned him up against the wall, put both of her hands on the railing above her, and used her weight to push into him. He pushed into her, rubbing his cock as forcefully as he could up against her, and her hips seemed to grind on it. He could picture her, sitting at a desk and giving a million orders a day, every day, and all the while this dirty, naughty girl hidden underneath the suit and glasses. This dirty girl that probably did all sorts of things that no one at work knew about… He couldn’t control himself then, and he moved a hand to her waist and started to firmly guide her up and down his shaft, and he could tell he was going to cum soon. She too, was close, and he could tell by the way she started to move her head from side to side. To anyone else on the train, it may have looked like she was looking for someone or something; to him, he imagined the screams she would be giving out if they were alone. He could feel his hips tightening, and she must have too---her ass started to clench and hold his cock like a vise. Oh, how he could imagine things…her mouth holding his cock like that…her eyes looking up at him through those glasses….her pussy squeezing every inch of his cock like that…her ass…… He felt it---he felt his cock release, and instantly he wanted to be alone with her, naked, in her bedroom and inside of her. She bounced quickly on his cock, holding it for a split second each time, and quickly with one more bounce, he could feel her squeeze and the muscles in her legs tighten. Then, slowly, she began to relax….and she noticed that she lowered herself a little. She had been standing on the tips of her toes for the last few minutes. Breathing heavily, he felt the train slowing down yet again. He tried to compose himself as best he could, but she was straightening out her skirt and seemed to be in another world with the snap of her fingers. Wiping the small beads of sweat of his forehead, he leaned in to say something although he wasn’t sure what. She solved that quickly as the train stopped. She turned around for a brief second, looked him in the eye, and said, “See you Monday.” Subway I wanted to rub myself all over him. Blue eyes and black curls kissed his handsome face. And I envied who he was. The subway car rattled as it shipped the two of us in the direction of home or some place resembling it. He sat across from me, reading something by Ann Rice. If only he knew his eyes scoured the words of my favorite author. Finally he put the book down and stuffed it back into his black carryall. Out came the menthols and a spark that caught my eye. "No smoking," I said, half-heartedly. I pointed to the sign above the doors. His glance stirred my heart and I had to touch my chest to make sure it wouldn't burst. He put his lighter back into the pocket of his dark denim jacket and smoothly removed the cigarette from his mouth. He licked his full bottom lip and stared at me through the cloud of smoke between us as if he were about to say something. But he remained silent and beautiful. I crossed my legs and felt my pussy moistening beneath my skirt. It was one of those days where, for some strange reason, I decided against wearing panties. The warmth between my legs concentrated at every cloud he blew. My eyes remained on him and his were locked on mine. For laughs, I slowly uncrossed my legs and spread them just enough so he could see the lush pink beckoning him to come forth. He took another puff and smiled with challenge in his eyes. At that, I began unbuttoning my black, silk blouse, never taking my eyes off of his. I let the blouse fall off my shoulders and started massaging my luscious breasts. Either it was getting warmer in the subway car or the vulnerability of my exposed skin was turning me on. I felt my thighs and pulled my skirt up around my waist with my hands. Everything was exposed to him. My nipples started tingling and I could feel them harden as a draft caressed them for a second. I moved my hand down to my moist pussy and felt around as I spread my legs even wider. The wetness seemed to flow like honey as I rubbed my clit. My pussy quivered when I imagined how it would feel if his cock slid into it. I could just feel my flaps desperately sucking in at the thought of it. He saw this and smiled. I knew his cock was beginning to rub against his jeans. So I slid my middle finger in and felt my pussy take hold of it. I went further and then withdrew. Then I smiled directly at him and placed two fingers inside and withdrew. My pussy was so wet, I could've taken the whole fist, but I didn't want to scare him. So after I withdrew the third finger, I arched my back and slid forward so he could get a closer look at the glistening slit that begged to be fucked. I stuck my tongue out slightly and began to rub my clit again. I could hear my pussy kissing itself and I watched him stare at it from five feet away. By then he finished his cigarette and came over to me. He knelt down and buried his mouth in my warm pussy. It felt so good I wanted to scream, but I kept the code of silence. Only occasional groans of pleasure were let out. He licked the outside of my wet pussy and filled in the hole with his warm tongue, moving it around and sucking it back out. I placed my legs about his shoulders and brought him in closer to where he could slide his hands up and down my ass and grasp my tits. While he rubbed his mouth all over my pussy I watched him bring his eyes up to meet mine. The exchange sent fire through my veins and I knew right there that I wanted him to fuck me. I brought my legs down and unfastened his belt. He stood up and threw his denim jacket to the floor of the car. I unzipped his pants and brought out his thick, hard cock. I rubbed the tip and placed the small amount of pre-cum on the tip of my tongue. He closed his eyes for the first time and bit his blushing lips while I surveyed the rest of his hardened dick with my tongue. Finally, without warning, I plunged his dick into my mouth and let the tip touch the uvula at the back of my mouth. I could feel his warmth throbbing within. I released it from my mouth and looked up at him, his eyes now looking down at me. "Can I put it in?" he breathed, his eyes pleading. My pussy was so wet and we both knew we were about to come, so I held his cock in my hand and teased the tip by blowing on it. He grunted with pleasure and then put his hands to my waist to turn me around. He wanted me from behind. This made me even wetter and my heart beat so rapidly that it almost hurt. I held onto the back of the subway seat and stared at our reflection through the window. Sparks from the rail lit up the graffiti-laced tunnel we were being propelled through. He took advantage of my distraction and pushed his cock into me. I groaned with delight and felt him feeding his dick far back into the depths of me. He then began to pump his cock back and forth. His speed became so fast and intense that I couldn't hold myself back any longer. His cock rubbed against every thing I could feel inside me and my clit quivered as his balls slammed up against it. He began to grunt at each thrust and I felt him about to release his load inside of me. I watched him through the glass as he winced his deep blue eyes and held onto me so close it was hard to breath. His cock so deep inside of me, I gasped when I felt him shoot his hot cum through me. I gave in and came also in a sweet release of ecstasy. He slid out of me after a pause and sighed. We both smiled, challenge in our eyes, as we watched each other get dressed. For the remainder of the ride, we sat across from each other, staring. He lit another cigarette and offered it to me. Taking it between my lips, I enjoyed the taste of my pussy that was now in his memory. The car came to a stop. I stood up and exited alone through the sliding doors. Subway New York's underground stayed relatively cool compared the concrete, steel, and glass furnace that made up the city streets in August. The subway cars used the cooler air from the dark, damp tunnels to alleviate the heat inside the cars, but that forced convection required the cars to be moving. This car was not moving. Ann, was trying to stay calm, but the dark, claustrophobic subway car was not conducive to calming thoughts. She had been in this situation many times before. The power had gone out and everything came to a stop. It was usually something as simple as switching the power over from one grid to another, or they had to cut power for a minute to do some quick work on one of the electrified rails. It was never off for more than a minute or two, but it always felt like hours. If there was another terrorist attack, this is what would happen. And from deep under the city, with no power or connection to the outside world, there was no way of knowing if this was just a regular power fluctuation or something much worse. There was a 99.9% of it being the first and almost no chance of the second, but as the moments ticked away like hours, Ann couldn't help but let her fears play out. She stood tall and straight in the crowded car, almost hugging the metal pole in front of her, her two inch heels putting her at eye contact with the mostly male crowd. There were lights in the tunnel outside that ran on a different circuit, but they were spaced infrequently, and only a faint yellow glow filtered into her car, giving her little more than dark profiles of those around her. Being in a darkened car, surrounded by strange men both frightened her and excited her. She wore a black, knee-length, pleated skirt designed to hide – what she considered to be – flabby thighs. In reality, they only appeared that way in comparison to the ghastly thin models that wandered around the city wearing skirts so short they made thongs look modest. And Ann was wearing a thong. Not because she thought it looked good on her, but because of the sweltering heat of the city above. Any breeze was appreciated, and with her flared skirt swishing about as she walked, feeling the air on her bare butt cheeks was appreciated. She wore regular cotton panties in the winter, but couldn't take the heat in the summer. Thinking about it, Ann swished her hips a little now, feeling the breeze on her ass and sighing. At least it wasn't so crowded that she bumped people with her hips. She wondered if anyone could even see her hip wiggle. She realized she was holding onto a pole and could probably do a little pole dance routine and no one would even see. She swished again and bent her knees a little to flex her ass down a few inches. Her skirt flared out like a parachute briefly and the air felt really good. One of the dark silhouettes at her right turned to look in her direction, and Ann stood up straight quickly, blushing slightly. She wasn't a stripper, not in her eyes anyway. Her friends liked to point out how many guys in the office checked her out as she walked by, but she discounted them quickly. She felt if they knew what her body looked like underneath, they wouldn't look. The wonders of the push-up bra, helped focus attention upward, away from her midsection where she tried to hide her curves with loose fitting clothes and flaring skirts. Again, she was comparing herself to impossible standards, but she still couldn't see herself as a sexy person. Looking at herself in the mirror, she often thought she looked best in low light. She chuckled to herself as she thought that the light couldn't get any lower than it was now. She glanced down at her illuminated watch, wondering how many minutes the power had been off. It was probably less than two, but each second that passed took forever. Her legs began to hurt from standing in heels, and the little flexing she had done earlier had felt good. She squatted again, deeper this time, noticing that if the lights had been on, anyone behind her would have gotten a quick view of her bare ass. She knew in this light that wouldn't be possible. Still, they might have seen the flare of the skirt. She didn't turn to see if anyone was behind her. As one of the few women on the car, she could tell that the men around her had given her space. She tested that space now, putting weight on the pole in front of her as she stretched her legs by pushing her butt out behind her. They had given her quite a bit of room as she felt another pole behind her. She held that pose for a moment, the feeling of the hard cylinder between her cheeks exciting her further. Then the pole flexed. Ann quickly straightened her posture. It wasn't a pole. They aren't that close together on the car. Besides, a pole would have been cool to the touch, this had been warm. So what had it been? Someone's cane? The edge of a briefcase? Her mind wouldn't yet let her go where it wanted too? It couldn't have been an erection. Surely any man who felt a strange woman press into him on the subway would have said something like, "Excuse me," or "Pardon." No one would just let you grind your ass into them like that. Would they? Would they let her do it again? Against every instinct in her being, she reached out again. She found it much more quickly now. It had moved closer. It clearly wasn't a pole or any other inanimate object. And as she held her pose curiously, it pushed back, grinding into her ass and flexing between her cheeks. Ann took in a sharp breath and pulled back straight. What was she doing? Was she really grinding with a stranger in a dark subway car? The lights would go on any minute and they would start moving again. Then there would be an awkward moment when she would turn around to see who it was. But what if the lights didn't go back on? What if they had another 5 minutes, or 10? She reached back again, but didn't have to go far. The living pole was there waiting for her, throbbing with anticipation. The hips behind her bucked up and down, using their limited range of motion as best they could. It felt good and Ann didn't pull away this time. In fact, she added to the motion, sliding her ass up and down the hard cock behind her, stroking it gently through the layers of material between them. She felt hands on her hips then and almost cried out. The man behind her felt her stiffen and hesitated. Ann's mind raced. This was mutual, she convinced herself. If she wanted to stop, all she had to do was straighten back to her pole, and he would leave her alone. But she didn't want to stop right now, and as she relaxed a bit, pinching her cheeks around the hard member between them, the man understood that as a "yes." He pulled back on her hips, grinding with more pressure than either of them could have mustered with their current leverage. He pulled up on her hips, bringing Ann to her toes so the tip of the trapped cock played with her asshole briefly before sliding up again between her cheeks. Nothing would happen with the layers of clothing in the way, and surly nothing would happen with them surrounded by so many people. Ann looked around briefly, pulling her mind away from the man rubbing himself off on her ass. No one appeared to be looking at them. Their upper bodies were relatively motionless, and below the shoulders was completely dark, masking any movements that might be taking place. Ann felt the man's hand slide down slowly, giving her every opportunity to stop the action if she wanted to. She didn't, and he soon found the bottom of her bunched up skirt. His soft fingers went up and under the thin skirt, sliding slowly up her thigh cautiously like bare feet in a dark room, uncertain of what they might run into. When they found the gentle curve of her ass, Ann smiled to herself at the man's shock of not finding any underwear. His fingers traced a slow path around the circumference of her ass, eventually finding the few straps of material that made up her thong. He fondled her gently, stroking and caressing her ass with warm fingers, occasionally applying pressure over her anus as he passed over, but never making any motion to pull the thong aside. Ann enjoyed the moment, wishing for the opportunity to guide his fingers with her voice, but knowing it wasn't a possibility. Instead, she straightened her legs as high as possible and rotated her hips up and back, to let him know where she wanted his fingers to go. He complied, sliding his hand under her body with his palm up. His middle finger kept pressure on her body and sunk in a ways, pushing through the thin cotton and into her moist pussy. He didn't pause long, and instead stroked her back and forth, his middle finger spreading her lips like his dick had just done to her ass. His finger never actually touched her flesh, as he kept the ever moistening cotton thong between them. He kept the pace slow, and occasionally slide far enough forward to stroke her clit briefly before sliding back again. Ann shook in ecstasy as he teased her like that, not believing that she was being fingered in a car full of people. Any moment the lights could go back on and they would be caught. That added thrill only heightened her arousal, and she began to feel her juices run down her inner thigh. His other hand, which had yet to enter the fray now also slipped under her skirt and began to massage her butt cheeks again. His two arms moved in motion together like he was operating a manual pump. And like a pump, Ann could feel herself begin to gush. Her thong was now just a soaked piece of cotton hanging loosely between her legs and the stranger's warm fingers found the delicate lips of her vagina creeping around either side. Around them people began to grumble louder about the lights being off, and Ann took the opportunity to let out some deep breaths that she had been holding on to. People jostled her from the side as they shifted on their sore feet, but she hardly noticed them as the crescendo that was building between her legs was nearing the boiling point. Amid the noise and commotion around her, Ann barely noticed as the stranger's second hand left her ass, but her ears did pick up on the faint "zipping" sound that soon followed. He didn't, she thought, yet hoped that she was wrong. A second later she felt the warm, soft, yet firm tip of his cock as it found its way under her skirt. With his first hand still working her crotch, his second guided his hard member around her ass. He slid aside the thong and let the tip of his dick move up and down her crack, pausing slightly over her anus, but didn't apply any pressure. Ann enjoyed the teasing immensely, but became more concerned about the darkened car by the moment. Before, if the car had suddenly started, he could have simply stepped away, her skirt would have fallen, and no one would be the wiser. Now his dick was out, and if the lights went back on, people would know. It added to the thrill, but it made Ann wish her new friend would hurry. As if he could read her mind, his throbbing member pushed its way under her as his first hand pulled the thong aside and spread her lips. He pushed in with one strong motion, and Ann let out a yelp. Beside her men also cried out, misinterpreting her cry for one of frustration. She appreciated the confusion and bit her lip to prevent any further cries as the man behind her began thrusting. He was hitting the spot perfectly, and with his extra length, there was a good inch of stroke after impact that caressed her G-spot like she had never felt before. In fact, Ann didn't think she had ever been entered from behind before in her very limited sexual experiences. The man behind her had both hands on her hips now and guided her back and forth so that neither of them made the full movement, and any observer would just see two shadows rocking slightly back and forth, perhaps to an ipod. When Ann had learned the motion on her own, the man's soft hands left her hips and slipped under her blouse. Ann hesitated slightly at this new intrusion. The man was fucking her in a subway car, what could she possibly feel was now off limits? He reached up and around from either side, dragging his fingertips over her arched ribcage and pausing at the underwire of her bra. Less than a year ago Ann had finally realized that a 36B was nothing to be ashamed of, and as he lifted her cups up so her breasts fell neatly into his hands, she was happy to find that she filled them easily. His gentle fingers began to massage her erect nipples, twisting them back and forth, sending sparks of pleasure away from her breasts and down her spine to where his cock was still stroking away. Ann tried to focus on all of her pleasure spots as this artist of a lover enticed every one. The feeling was so overwhelming that Ann barely even noticed as the familiar feeling of an orgasm began to grow. She was so used to driving herself to the big O, that now that someone else was doing it, she barely understood the building of energy until it was too late. She bit her lip harder as she felt the inevitable coming. She was going to scream. She knew it, and she knew no one was going to mistake the sound. The more she tried to fight down the urge, the more it built inside her. Her whole body became still as she held her breath against the inevitable. The man behind her read her body language perfectly and doubled his efforts. "aaahhhhhhhhHHHHHHAAAAAA! Yes!" She cried as her body jackknifed and she stood up straight, her juices gushing down her leg. At that moment, the light came back on and the car lurched suddenly forward. Cries of "Yes" echoed through out the car. And Ann's voice was quickly drowned out. She nearly lost her balance as she was thrown back, but her death grip on the pole in front of her saved her. Those behind her weren't as lucky. Her unknown lover was pulled out of her by both her orgasm and the lurching of the car. He clearly hadn't been holding on to anything but her breasts, and he tumbled into a mess of people. There were half a dozen "Sorries," passed around her by several different voices, and Ann hoped in the confusion that the stranger was able to zip back up. Thinking of his attire issues, Ann quickly took stock of her own as her body still reverberated in orgasm after shocks. Her skirt had fallen back down and her blouse had always been untucked. As those around her regained their balance, she quickly reached up and adjusted her breasts back into her bra under her top. She felt liquid running down her thigh, but she wasn't wearing stockings or socks with her strappy heels and hoped that any sheen on her legs would be mistaken for sweat. She certainly smelled enough of it from the men around her, and felt that her strong sex odor would be covered up. After she had taken stock of herself, and the last shiver had quieted down her spine, she looked around. Everyone had finished righting themselves and now stood calmly and quietly waiting for their next stop. They had been motionless for about ten minutes, and it wouldn't impact anyone's day too much. Gathering up her courage, she finally looked behind her. The men who had fallen together were now back up. None of them returned her look. There were probably 8 men standing there who could have been her lover, and they ranged in age from 25 to 50. None of them cried out to her "It's me," and whoever it had been had apparently gotten his dick back in his pants. A few of them were wearing suits, and he could have hidden it easily in his long coat had he need to. She tried staring each of them in the face to get a reaction, but those that noticed her, only smiled politely in return, giving nothing away. She knew, though, that as soon as she turned her back again the stranger would be staring at the shimmering trail of "sweat" that was now at her knee. Ann obliged him that view as she turned around. He was going to play coy, but that didn't mean she didn't want to know who it was. Her purse had been hanging on her wrist this whole time while she had gripped the pole, and she rooted through it now and pulled out a business card. People on a subway car were experts at finding empty spots on the wall or clear views out the window and staring at them for an hour at a time to avoid looking at everyone else. Thus, Ann was sure no one was watching her that closely. Still she made the movement to scratch her knee look as innocently as possible as she pressed her card into the liquid that still flowed slowly from her pussy. As she straightened, she dragged the card along her thigh, wiping as much of her scent onto the card as possible, and then dropped the card on the relatively clean floor. Unless someone had been staring at the bottom hem of her skirt, they would have never seen her drop the card. Hopefully one person saw it. Ann got off at the next stop, leaving her card on the floor, giving her lover every opportunity to retrieve it before his next stop. As she waited for the next train, she couldn't wait to find out if she would get an email before the day was out. The END Subway Seven or eight years ago I was living with my boyfriend Mark in Boston. We were young and crazy, especially crazy about each other. Although we are no longer a couple, I still have all sorts of fond memories from that period. We were both little lust bunnies for whom sex was as important as eating and sleeping, and nearly as important as breathing. Every room in the apartment and nearly every piece of furniture we had was eventually "broken in", as we called it. Our little escapades extended to such places as locked bathrooms during parties at the houses of friends, in darkened theaters, and even a memorable tryst in an elevator that we stopped between floors. It was almost a game to us, and we definitely pushed the limits of propriety. It was during that wild period that we were involved in a little incident that I can recall as if it happened yesterday. Neither of us had a car, so we did the bulk of our traveling around town by public transportation. This had its pluses and minuses, but with money as tight as it was, it was our only real option, so we did what we had to do. One hot sunny Saturday in July we boarded the Green Line to take us across town into Brookline, a nearby town that is basically part of Boston. That was fine, except that it was almost noontime and there was a Red Sox game at Fenway Park that day. The subway train that we were on soon got packed with people, and I do mean packed. It was if everyone who was going to the game was on our car. By the time it reached capacity, we were in the middle of the car, surrounded by the masses of humanity wearing Red Sox paraphernalia. I was in a good mood and, knowing that it was a temporary situation, didn't mind the tight squeeze so much. I just made peace with the circumstances and stayed tight with my boyfriend. There were metal loops attached to the ceiling, and Mark held one with his left hand and I held one with my right. That meant that we were facing each other, always a pleasant situation for us. The rumble of the subway and what seemed like a hundred conversations each trying to make itself heard over the other kept the two of us quiet. After a few minutes like that, I felt Mark getting a little naughty. I could feel his free right hand on my ass, petting it a little bit on my shorts. It was subtle and sweet, and I accepted the welcome diversion from the otherwise uncomfortable predicament. Then I felt his hand get slightly bolder, squeezing my cheeks with some authority. I liked how it felt, but it still made me glance around me to see who else could see us. I was glad to note that no one near us could see anything at all. That was when I could feel Mark's hand on the bare skin of my thighs sliding up to seam of my shorts. I jumped at the touch, pleasantly surprised at what was happening. I looked up at Mark, and he looked at me. I gave him a salacious smile, and he smiled back. That was when I let go of the metal loop I was holding and wrapped both my arms around him for support. It all seemed so sexy. His free hand kept stroking my ass and my thighs, and it was really doing a job on me. I was getting turned on right there on the train, and I was loving it. I was wondering how far he would take things, so when I felt his fingers sliding under the legs of my shorts, I spread my feet farther apart, allowing him much better access. He made the most of it too, sliding a finger along the crotch of my panties. I couldn't help but moan quietly at the touch and hug him more tightly. I was getting terribly aroused at this point, so I knew he could feel the wetness through the material. It didn't take much effort for him to hook a finger under a seam of the panties and start teasing my pussy. I hugged him tighter as one finger and then another found my hole. Because of the angle, he couldn't get too far inside, but he didn't have to. I just thrilled at what I was feeling, never wanting it to end. When a fingertip grazed my clit, I nearly cried out, but I managed to stifle it by biting my lip. If anyone could have seen my face they would have seen someone who looked to be in extreme pain, probably never suspecting that it was pleasure that was overwhelming me. Standing up as I was, I could feel my juices starting to drip down my thighs, and that made me wonder how a girl like me got to be so naughty. When he touched my clit again, I wondered if he was going to make me come right there on the train, packed in with all those people. I could feel an orgasm building inside me, and I knew that if it happened, that I wouldn't be able to keep myself quiet, but at that point I didn't care who heard anything. It was at that point that the train came to the Fenway Park stop, and the crowd started shifting to get off. I could still feel Mark's fingers inside me, and I looked up at him to see what his intentions might be at that point, but he was looking through the windows at the crowd exiting the train. Then I noticed something that hit me with a sudden jolt. Mark's left hand was holding the metal loop, but his right was clutching the pole next to him. I jumped with the shock of recognition of what was happening and tried to grab whoever's hand was touching me, but the hand immediately pulled away when I jumped. I tried to look behind me spun to see who it might be, but the mob was moving en masse through the doors, and I knew that I'd never figure it out. Mark knew that something had happened and asked me what was wrong. I stared at him speechless for a moment, and finally muttered, "Nothing." When he pressed the point, I snapped at him to drop it, and we didn't say anything for the rest of the trip. Only later that night did I tell him what happened. He got angry about it; not at me, but at what someone did to me, his girlfriend. When I told him the details, the sting of violation started fading and it became something more abstract and arousing. I could tell that he had no idea what was happening on the train. When I noticed that he was getting hard at my story it struck me that I should have known that something was amiss simply from the fact that I couldn't feel an erection pressing against me when I was hugging him. The best part of the whole incident was that we had some fantastic sex that night and for the next few nights, spurred on by what happened on the subway. And for me it remains a powerful memory that fills my fantasies to this day. Subway I was 22 and on my first trip to NYC. I was a bit adventurous at times when the mood struck, but also knew to present myself well. At 5'2, I was definitely overweight, but carried it all in my ass and hips. Growing up, most white guys distanced themselves but black and hispanic guys fawned over me. I had taken my dad on a surprise trip to see the Yankees play the Red Sox, the last season at the old stadium. My dad who grew up in the country, was nervous about getting on the subway. He hadn't been on public transit before and I had to continuously promise him I wouldn't get us lost. We boarded the subway car and he wanted to sit down. I stood nearby, holding onto a pole for balance. A stop later, two hispanic males got onboard. One stood across from me while the other shared my pole. I don't remember much about either of them, except they couldn't have been over 30. They both were decent looking and had given me a once over. I smiled and turned back to the window, watching the view as we began moving towards Yankee stadium. As we moved, we began hitting the little bumps along the way. I stumbled a bit, falling into the man behind me. I quickly righted myself and glanced over my shoulder, apologizing. As the car swayed and moved along, I fell against him again, this time feeling a hardness that hadn't been there before. I quickly glanced back at him and smiled. I looked over at my dad who was obliviously looking out the window. He had no idea that less than 10 feet away from him, a stranger had his cock pressed up against my ass. I'm not sure what came over me, but I decided I could make a little game of this. I knew I had approximately 5 stops left before I would have to exit the car with my dad. With every little bump, I found a way to grind up against the stranger. Eventually he let out a little gasp and his friend eyed the two of us. I smiled at his friend, while rubbing my ass against his hard cock. I glanced around the car, as more people began boarding. No one paid us any attention. My dad was still looking at the window, occasionally looking at the map to make sure we weren't going to miss our stop. The stranger's friend watched as I pushed back onto the stranger, rubbing my ass slowly against him. I could hear him panting in my ear, moaning as I moved my ass up and down. I felt his free hand lightly move across my waist, reaching between us. I felt his hand adjust himself and glide slowly across my ass, rubbing downwards between my cheeks. I pulled away slightly, glancing over my shoulder again. I smiled and apologized for falling into him. I glanced up and realized there were just 2 stops left. I let myself fall back against him, this time with my free hand between us. I rubbed the length of his cock, teasing it softly while glancing around the car. My eyes came back to his friend who's eyes were glued to my hand reaching behind my back. His eyes finally moved back up to meet mine and he smiled. He moved closer to me as more people got on at the next stop. He was nearly touching me. I was sandwiched between the two men, with a slight gap between the stranger's friend. I heard the stranger moan again as my hand rubbed against the head of his cock. I could tell he was close to coming in his pants. I knew we were approaching our stop. I adjusted my purse on my shoulder and took a step forward, losing contact with the stranger's cock. I heard him moan out, instantly missing the contact with my hand. I glanced over to my dad and called to him, "Dad, this is our stop!" Both strangers quickly pulled away from me, realizing that the burley bearded man in the corner was with me. As we came to the stop, I moved past the stranger's friend, smiling at him. As I got out of the subway car, I glanced back at the stranger, who's cock had been pressed against my hand and ass for the last few stops and smiled, biting my lip as I began to walk away. Subway Adventure I was dressed unusually that day, black flip flops with sparkles on them, no socks, no bra. I was wearing a pair of black lace g-string panties, and a strapless silvery tube top with a knee length flowing black skirt that would flutter when I walked, that had silver flowers embroidered at the hem and along the seam and waist line. It had been a long day at the beach and my shoulders were pink from the sun. I had my light golden brown hair pulled back into a casual messy ponytail. I had on just a pale pink lip gloss, and a pair of dark navy blue sunglasses that hid my chocolate brown eyes. I am sort of medium height I guess, standing in around five foot five, however, I had really broad shoulders for my size and a tapered waist and bigger hips, though I haven't had children yet. I slung a silver and black purse back pack casually over my shoulder. It held my wallet, sun screen, lip gloss, house keys my birth control pills and some odd change. I had to pick between the bus and the subway to get home that day. It was a tough choice for me; it felt hot and sticky out. Sweat dripped down between my breasts. There was a slight breeze and my nipples had gotten hard against my shirt. I pushed the button on the crosswalk and waited impatiently for the light to change. I refused to jaywalk so my choice was made for me. The bus left without me. I watched it drive away full of people. So crowded I was actually glad I missed it. I supposed the subway would have to do. I sighed, and made my way back towards the beach where the subway entrance was at. I walked down the stairs of the terminal, my nails clicked on the handrail that I slid against. The subway terminal appeared to be fairly empty. It was hot and humid down here in the terminal. I paid for my ticket, and decided to sit on the bench so I could wait on train 18 to come take me south. I noticed a couple of scraggly teenage boys, probably ages 18 to 22 or around there, eyeing me from across the terminal. Saggy pants, torn wife beaters, jewelry in their eyebrows nose and lips. Tattoo's on their shoulders. Ratty sneakers with no socks, big belts, attached chains to the belt loops that held their wallet in place in their back pockets completed their look. Grungy and unorganized, but they didn't look dirty. I decided its better not to stare at them and lectured myself on the polite society rules of minding my own business. I pretended to ignore them and sort of read the subway train schedule in my hand. I heard a slight jingle and looked up. I saw the taller of the two boys as he stood leaning over me. "Hey what's your name cutie?" I stared at him. He was little older up close then I originally had thought. Early twenties maybe, and he was a little sexier to boot. "Err, I am Grace" I replied to him hesitantly. I peeked past his arm and watched as the other man-boy sauntered up behind him, flicking a lighter open and shut with his fingers. He was toying with it, and I felt nervous about the situation. I nervously glanced at the clock, indication that the train would be here any minute and I heard the tracks clicking as it was coming down the tunnel to stop. I jumped up and ran over to the loading dock, scuffed my shoes and stubbed my big toe on my right foot in the process. The train came to a screeching halt in front of me, and ironically enough, no one got off. I quickly climbed in and sat down in the far corner furthest away from the door. And I realized there was no one else on the train except a homeless guy sleeping with a paper over his face on one of the train benches. The two boys I had tried to avoid sauntered onto the train and smiled at me in the corner. It sent shivers down my spine as I looked back at them. "Shit" I thought to myself. There was something very evil in their faces that I didn't trust. The tall blonde one sat down next to me and put his hand on my knee. I would have jumped up, but the black haired one who was a couple inches shorter stood directly in front of me and blocked me from getting up and moving away. "Grace" he whispered my name in my ear and I felt his tongue as it slid up my ear. I shivered, and I felt my pussy grow wet. I felt seriously confused as to what was going on. "STOP, don't touch me, I didn't do anything to you, go away and leave me alone" I begged him, but obviously not very convincingly for he laughed. The black haired boy reached out and grabbed my tube top and yanked it down. I let out a small shriek and tried to jump sideways and slammed into the wall. I had cornered myself in my own stupidity. They both laughed at me. The blonde one reached underneath my skirt and I felt his fingers skim my inner thigh. I attempted to clench my legs together, but with my breasts hanging out, they weren't going to take me seriously. "My name is Joe." The black hair told me what to call him. He shoved my legs apart and my skirt up over my knee's to rest on my thighs. He situated himself between me so I couldn't close my legs shut as he had them blocked with his thighs. The blonde haired one, who later told me his name was Guy, slid his hand to touch my G string. He tugged on it and I felt it slip off my vaginal lips baring myself to him. I flushed red in embarrassment and just sat there, head hung low, breasts bared and heaving, legs quivering and my pussy growing wetter by the minute. I jerked when he slid a finger against my wet lips and smiled at me. "Very nice Grace, you're so wet already!" Guy murmured in my ear as he licked my neck and throat. Joe had a breast in each hand and fondled me. He plucked at my nipples and tugged on my small bits of chest. "She'd look nice with a tattoo on her breasts, don't you think Guy?" I peeked at Guy from beneath my lashes as he peered at my chest in speculation. "Nah, Joe I think I like her little boobies plain. They are so virginal like." Joe laughed and gave a hard tug on my left breast and I moaned out loud. Joe reached down and tugged my skirt up to my waist. "Oh my god Guy, she's soaked the seat, what did you do to her?" I wished I could die right that minute from embarrassment. This was just not really happening I had tried to tell myself. Guy reached down with Joe watching and slowly slid a slick finger into my hole. I arched up pressing my breasts into Joe's hands as he cupped me. Guy started massaging my clit with his thumb as his finger slowly slid in and out of my throbbing moisture. "Damn she's a real piece of work; I don't think I can wait much longer to fuck her." Joe stated as he stared at my dripping wet pussy, and reached down to fumble with his zipper and release his cock from his pants. I stared at him as I nearly climaxed on Guy's fingers. It was a thick purple thing, ugly, but with protruding veins that stuck out in uneven lines over his penis. It looked huge and I felt scared, I so was not ready for any of this to be actually happening, but I also realized I hadn't attempted to fight them all that hard. I wondered if I really wanted them to do this, and why I liked it so much. "Touch me Grace, wrap your hand around my cock." Joe grabbed my hands and yanked me up off the seat; he pulled me to my knees in front of him and wrapped my hand around my cock. I felt my skirt get lifted from behind as Guy settled behind me. I felt him pull my g string to the side of my ass as he stuck wet fingers against my hole. I shuddered as he leaned down and begin to lick my asshole right there in the train. I lost control, I jerked on Joe's cock and shoved him into my mouth as Guy got my ass and pussy all wet with his tongue. "Dude, she's good, I think I might blow my load in her mouth." I felt Joe surge into my mouth as he groaned his statement. Guy stopped and glanced up at him. "Don't waste your stuff yet, I'm not ready yet. Tell me which you prefer this time, the front of the backside?" Joe yanked my head back and pulled his dick out of my mouth. "The front I think." Guy nodded and helped me stand up. Joe leaned until he was sitting sprawled out with his cock jutting out on the train bench seat. Guy softly swatted my bottom and told me to go mount Joe's cock. I stared at it nervously and slowly walked the few inches until I was leaning over him. I put a knee on either side of his thighs and slowly lowered myself onto his jutting cock. He slid slowly into my wet hole and then yanked me forward and down on him. I cried out loud as he filled me. I was so tight and he was so big... then he slowly started pumping in and out of me, and I felt Guy come stand behind me. I was losing my mind in the sensation of Joe being inside me, in a train, of all places. Guy spread my cheeks as I slid up and down on Joe's penis. I felt his hard tip poking my sensitive hole from behind, followed by the sensation of him slowly inching himself inside me. I felt myself ejaculate and cream Joe's thighs. "SHIT MAN SHES A GUSHER." He groaned as he picked up the pace and fucked me harder. Guy was now thrusting into me from behind and I felt them both rubbing me from each side simultaneously. They both pumped into me. Guy grabbed my hips and thrust himself up and into my asshole. I leaned over Joe as he grabbed my breasts and pumped up into my pussy. I felt myself spiraling towards the edge, and almost over. I felt both boys penis' spasm and surge hard and thick into me at the same time and it set me over the edge. I came, screaming, which startled the homeless guy who jumped up and stared at us, but I was beyond caring at that point. I felt their hot sperm release into my ass and my pussy at the same time, and screamed over and over as they both jerked inside both of my gloriously used tight holes. The train came lurching to a stop and a group of girls walked in and stopped as they stared at me. My breasts were still exposed, I had a person in each hole, we were all panting and heaving and my skirt was up around my hips.... "Wow what a slut, next time if you're going to put on a show let us watch Joe!" Joe and Guy greeted their girlfriends and introduced me. I never thought of the subway in the same way after that and routinely tried to find those boys again, but instead had to settle for masturbating while riding home thinking of them and my experience. I did, however, see the homeless guy on occasion and he always watched me masturbate in the spot where he had seen us have sex. He never approached or bothered me, just watched, while I brought myself to orgasm. I will never forget that fateful day that I rode the train alone and got the fuck of my life. Subway Encounter The clouds are dark and it was starting to rain, big drops. No taxi cabs, or busses in sight, dang. So I decided to take the subway, yeah, actually I had no other choice. It wasn't like I was going to walk from Penn Station to 56th and Sixth without an umbrella. I put my hands into my black trench coat, fumbled for the Twenty spot that I kept there for emergencies such as this. I quickly sprinted for the token booth, as the rain picked up its pace. Several disgusting minutes later I was packed like a sardine heading uptown. Just my luck today, the train would have to be crowded. At each stop more people got on. Now we were pressed against each other, into the walls and doors, like a bunch of sardines. And I found myself standing eye to eye with a very handsome Asian man. He smiled. There was no place for me to look so I smiled back sheepishly. The train jolted to a stop at the next platform and he pressed himself firmly against me. I could feel his heart beat against my skin, or was it my heartbeat? Naturally I tried to move back, but with each inch of territory I was able to cover he followed me. After several attempts at evasion I finally found myself trapped against the rear wall. His smile widened. It was a contagious smile, now feeling like an idiot I found myself smiling back. The trained jolted forward again forcing him even harder against me. I had looked him over closely; he wasn't bad looking at all, hmmm about my age, certainly my height, someone I could look right into his eyes. By the cut of his clothes I would say he was a businessman, wearing his power suit today. His feet were between mine now pushing them apart as his hands lightly caressed my thighs. As I came out of my daze, I felt my skirt inching upwards. And I wondered just how far he would go, and just how far I would let him take this. I turned my head noticing other faces in the crowd, imagine that they all are oblivious to what was happening to me. I turned back to the man and looked deep into his brown eyes determined to stare him down. I like what I saw in those eyes, and I knew I was soaked with my juices. "If you don't stop me, I'm going to make love to you." He said in a husky voice. I… I… don't think I want you to stop I thought to myself. I liked what was going on, though I was a bit nervous. I moved my hands from my sides, and placed them into the straps overhead. Bad choice on my part, my legs were getting weak, I needed the support, or I would fall to the floor. Without hesitation he slid the silken fabric of my skirt up over my nylons. His eyes glistened as he touched the bare skin of my inner thigh. He smiled again, then started rubbing my pussy lips through my lacy panties. My breathing quickened, and my nipples grew rock hard, as he moved his fingers beneath my panties to my skin. Tickling my hairless pussy lips as he went. Soon he was spreading my lips with his fingers and rubbing my clit with the rough edges of his nails. Shivers of pleasure ran up and down my spine. I bit my lip, tried to look mean, well that did not work much to my chagrin. Somehow I found myself involuntarily pushing my hips outward, wanting more of this delicious tease. He smiled again and wetted his lips. I found my courage and started to tell this handsome stranger No, to get the fuck out of my way or I'll slug you. Just my luck, he chose this moment to insert two fingers into my snatch. Quickly almost abrasively he fucked me with his fingers, cramming them hard into my sopping wet, waiting cunt. All I managed to get out of my mouth were small moans, barely audible over the noise of the train, as he strummed my pussy lips faster. As I neared orgasm, abruptly the train stopped. It was my stop. He must have seen the look in my eyes, my hesitation. He pressed his lips to my ear and said. "Do you want me to make you come?" I gave him a very small smile, all thoughts of resistance now gone. I was going to be his and he knew it. That little hint, that small acknowledgement was all he needed. He started kissing me. His hand moved to my breasts, and he ripped my blouse open. Silly me, today I chose not to wear a bra. I was as hot and worked up as I have ever been. He knew what to do with my breasts as well, biting licking and sucking my nipples till I came. Somehow he had removed my panties! His fingers were back inside me. Things were definitely out of control. If he had kept it up for just a few more moments, I would have come with just his hand; but what I craved was his cock in me. He ran his hands up the side of my legs, then up to my shaking thighs. He slowly pulled himself in between my legs. He teased me by kissing my neck, then down the middle of my breasts, and down my stomach sending chills all over my body. He was good oh so very good. Very slowly and gently his big cock went into my wet pussy. I giggled; not sure why, maybe it was I was feeling like such a slut, and getting just what I needed.. After about ten minutes of this, ha, like I could tell time at this point. I began to loose control. My body started to shake and I had never felt like that before. Harder and Faster he was going inside me. He drove into me harder and harder till I could feel his load shoot deep inside of me. He slowly withdrew from my cum soaked pussy. I haven't had a good fuck in weeks, until now that is. I hung there from the trains straps, exposed to anyone that cared to look at me. I felt him slap my pussy, then laugh as he placed an envelope into the breast pocket of my trench coat. He turned and walked away. I noticed that the crowd had thin out. I looked down at myself to see that my skirt and panties were missing. Subway Encounter I hated my morning commute. The short walk from my downtown building let me enjoy the personal space that I would soon be stripped of once in the subway. As I waited for my train, along with 200 other strangers, I noticed a cute girl looking at me and I recognized her from my building. She waved and walked through the crowded platform toward me. "Hi, you live in my building, right? I'm Amy," she said as I took her outstretched hand. "Yea, I saw you moving in last week. I'm Chris." "I could have used these arms last week," Amy said as she squeezed my biceps through my shirt. "I was actually gonna offer to help but it looked like your boyfriend had it under control," I shot back. I had watched her from my apartment window as she moved her boxes into the building. Amy was wearing cheerleader shorts and a tank top and whenever she bent over for a box I either got a good shot of her cleavage or a hint of ass cheek depending on which way she was facing. She didn't have the biggest breasts, probably B cup, but her ass was awesome. She was moving boxes with the help of a white guy who I assumed was her boyfriend. "That was my brother, not my boyfriend. You were really watching me? What was I wearing?" she asked. "Black shorts and a white tank top," I blurted out too quickly. I regretted saying that almost immediately, with the fear that she would think I was some type of stalker. "I mean, I saw you... I wasn't watching you," I said uneasily. "It's okay, I was watching you workout downstairs yesterday when I was doing my laundry. You have a nice body," she said, slightly easing my worries. "Thanks," I replied, as the train pulled into the subway. We boarded and I made a point to be as close to her as possible. Amy and I made small talk while we stood basically mashed together. She was wearing a pair of tight fitting business slacks and a matching top, looking professional and very sexy. Amy turned out to be really fun to talk with and I felt like we were hitting it off right away. She told me she was headed to a job interview in the city. After 20 minutes we had arrived at her stop but before she got off the train she asked, "Why wasn't your girlfriend working out with you?" "I don't have a girl," I replied. "I was hoping you would say that," and with that she kissed me on the cheek and left the train. The next time I saw Amy was several days later on the subway platform again. She smiled when she saw me and made her way to me and we hugged. "Hey sexy, how's your week going?" I asked. Amy was wearing a short business skirt and jacket that looked great on her slender frame. "I got the job! Today is my first day and I'm more than a little nervous," she said, clearly nervous about the new position. "Congrats! Just remember they hired you because you are the best and most qualified person they interviewed," I replied. "That's so nice! Thank you!" she said smiling. The platform was crowded as usual and we made our way to the train after it pulled into the station. We were one of the first to board the train and as a result, got pushed towards the back of the car where there was standing room only. I was pressed up against the back wall and Amy was directly in front of me. Everyone piled in and when the train pulled away, Amy lost her balance and fell backwards against me. I caught her but my left hand was accidentally cupping her left breast. At the same time the passengers had shifted further back and now our bodies would be pressed against each other until the next stop. She looked back at me and said, "Nice catch." My hand was still on her breast and I quickly moved it as she regained her balance. "Did you just cop a feel?" she said with a smile. "It was either that or I let you fall." Her ass was now pressed against my crotch and I was getting hard from the constant movement of the train. "Not now!" I thought to myself, as I tried to think of basketball, politics, complex math problems- it wasn't working. I could only hope that she wouldn't feel my thickening rod that was slowly extending down my thigh. The train pulled into the first station and as it came to a stop our bodies moved together ending with a small jerk before the doors opened. I was sure that Amy had felt my cock lodge between her ass. I anticipated the temporary free space we would have while people exited and before more boarded. I was going to turn slightly when Amy moved forward to grab more subway real estate but the opportunity came and Amy didn't move. The only thing she did was grab the pole that was in front of her and it felt like she arched her ass up into my crotch. I brushed it off as her just repositioning herself but my dick had taken notice. More people came onto the train than had gotten off and a tall white guy wearing a brown trench coat stood directly in front of us, facing towards the front. Again it felt like Amy arched her ass up into me and this time I moved enough against her to acknowledge her movement. Amy looked back at me and smiled, "These subways are so bumpy, aren't they?" "I'm not minding it as much this morning," I replied. Amy knelt down and it looked like she was getting something from her purse. When she came back up, she pressed her ass firmly against my thigh and stopped with my dick wedged between her cheeks. She moved her hand along her side and found mine. In it she placed a small piece of slightly wet fabric. I looked down and realized it was a white thong. Amy's white thong. "Damn!" I said surprised. The tall guy in the trench coat turned his head enough to look at me. I put her thong in my pocket and shrugged my shoulders at him. He turned around and Amy giggled, leaning back against me, head arched onto my shoulder. "Since you made my panties get wet, I figured I would give you those," she said, turning her head to kiss my cheek. "Well since you got me hard I guess I should give you something too," I whispered back, pressing my thigh and cock into her ass. Amy's eyes lit up and she gripped the pole in front of her and began slowly sliding her perky ass up and down. "I didn't mean here, Amy!" I said looking around, sure that someone had noticed but no one had. The tall guy in front of us effectively blocked us from view of everyone on the train. No one could see us. Amy realized this before I had and she reached back with one hand and started unzipping my pants. She reached inside, quickly finding my rock had cock but couldn't free it from my slacks. "Pull it out," she commanded. I took one last glance to make sure we were hidden and then quickly complied. She lifted the back of her skirt and got on her toes as my cock slid down her bare ass crack and then between her legs. Amy was really wet, coating my shaft as it slid along her slick pussy lips. "I told you, you got me wet," she purred. "That feels amazing," I told her as she tilted her head back. The train was coming into the 2nd station and we both froze as it slowed to a stop. Caught up in the moment, neither of us had thought this through. If this was the tall guy's stop, we would probably be caught by a new passenger. Thankfully it wasn't his stop and he barely moved. As people scattered, distracted as they looked for seats, I took advantage. I bent my knees and my dick was now pointing up at Amy's pussy, instead of sliding along it, and I slowly straightened my legs. I felt the head become enveloped by her wet pussy lips. She moaned and squeezed my hand as I inched inside her. At this angle, Amy's ass actually prevented me from getting more than half inside her wet hole. "Fuck, that feels good. Can you get deeper?" she asked. "Not standing like this" "Okay, well you owe me," she whispered into my ear. Then she started pushing against me, meeting my subtle movements. "Can you cum like that?" Amy asked quietly. "Yes," I replied. "Good, because my stop is next." With that she let go of my hand and and started stroking the unattended portion of my shaft. The added sensation quickly got me past the point of no return. That familiar feeling started to build at the base of my cock, like blowing up a balloon with short, but deep breaths. My dick swelled as blood rushed through my black, vein covered love muscle and stretched out her tight pussy even more as the first stream of cum jetted into Amy. The second shot almost floored me as she squeezed the underside of my shaft, milking me for every drop. She was overflowing with my sticky, white seed as I continued shallow pumping. I looked down as my orgasm subsided and Amy continued stroking my cum covered shaft as I began to get soft. We were nearing her stop as my softening cock slid out of her and that's when I realized how much I had cum. Thick, white globs began dripping out of her pussy and landed on the metal floor underneath us. "Good thing you came inside me because I doubt I could have swallowed all that!" she said. Amy squatted slightly, letting my cum drip straight down instead of running down her thighs. A small puddle was forming and we both laughed as I put my cock back in my pants. She turned towards me and wiped her hand on the crotch of my pants. Then she reached into my pocket, took out my phone, put in her number and kissed me. "Wanna meet me for lunch? Remember, you owe me!" she asked, licking one of her fingers. "I think I can squeeze you in," I replied jokingly. She laughed and I slapped her ass as the train came to a stop and she got off. I watched her walk away from the platform, readjusting her skirt and just before she disappeared, Amy looked back and smiled at me as my train pulled out of the station... Subway Erotica It's been 14 months since this all started. His wife is a very loving wife but she just can't get herself to indulge in his desire and fetish that he so desperately craves. For over the last year, he sends her 1 or 2 paypal payments a week in exchange for naughty pictures of her. Unlike most of her clients, he is never rude, doesn't want her to do anything she's not comfortable with, and usually doesn't even want her naked in the photos. Instead, pictures of tight clothing, tight panties especially things that expose her perfectly shaped mound and her subtle camel toe. Oh how he loves and craves to see her cameltoe. He is such an amazing husband, father and giving man yet she knows his wife cannot bring herself to showing him what he needs. She knows he would never cheat, or cross any line which is why she has agreed to this little naughty meeting. Thousands of miles usually separate them, yet she is away on a business and vacation trip to the other side of the continent, to the other ocean for only a weekend but the trip is fully paid. His request, once again, so simple, yet subtle and makes her feel so naughty and sexy at the same time. They are too meet in the subway on her way to the Hotel, and from the photos they have exchanged they know what each other looks like, though the rule is not to talk at all. She is nervous and he second guesses everything he has done, and thought about doing while pleasuring himself to the array of photos he has acquired of all her womanly curves in the last 14 months. He gets into his car for the almost 3 hour drive south to the nearest subway station line to start his journey to their meeting place. Her only request was he wear the loose black running pants she has seen him in a few times before because of how he looks in them. He had picked out the sexiest boxer briefs he could come up with that will contain his endowment that is sure to be peaked like it has never been before. Throughout the drive, his thoughts are about what he is doing, where he is going and what is supposed to take place. Second guessing every move, thinking and overthinking, if it is really cheating if there isn't ever any contact. He knows there has to be some amount of emotion involved after being a client this long. As he parks his car, he takes one swift gulp from the flask he brought just for the added liquid encouragement he may need in a just a short time. He gets onto the rail, and finds a comfortable seat for the adventure that is about to begin. Putting the cheap black backpack next to him just as they had planned containing the cash along with a note he has written to her about this last year of adventure and how by her doing what she has been doing, has improved and solidified his marriage with his wife somehow. Knowing him for this long, she knows he likes a somewhat plain and comfy look, not overdone. She went shopping just for him with the money he sent to her but this time did not give her any request list, or wishes like the picture set requests she has received all this time. Instead she was free to purchase whatever she had wanted. She boards the subway sporting a cute little gray cotton jersey skirt, and a conservative Hello Kitty Pink colored t-shirt. She got new white Converse running sneakers accented with pink stripes and matching sport socks to go with them. With a few guys ogling at her as she sits, she feels butterflies rising in her stomach. Taking pictures is one thing but meeting some strange guy in person is another thing all together. She gets off at the scheduled transfer and takes the paper out of her cute little purse that somehow matches everything she has today, and checks it, Green Line, round trip non-stop, third car, front bench seat. She waits for the rail to arrive, right on time, and boards the railway car. She rides through for 17 minutes until that front seat is empty and she rushes to get seated. For what seems like an hour, she rides around wondering when he will be getting onboard. Did he chicken out? Then as she approaches the next stop, she sees him waiting for the rail car to come to a stop. He spots her instantly, and just as instantly, his loins begin to twitch with a sudden rush of blood flow. She is entirely more beautiful than the pictures have given her justice. Why some man hasn't swept this Princess off her feet and given her everything she ever could desire is beyond him. He gives her a smile, she intently smiles back as he finds his way to the opposite side of the railcar across from her but has to stand since there are not any seats available. He instantly notices her hair, drawn into a pony tail away from her face so he can see her gorgeous neck line, and hides none of her facial features he loves so very much. As his eyes trace her body, he notices the simple t-shirt just barely hugging her body, accentuating her gorgeous breasts and tone tummie. His eyes get fixed on the cotton skirt, very simple stretchy, not very short at all but definitely cute and exactly what he was hoping for. The sneakers and socks just added to the lust that was already driving him insane. "Next stop, downtown shops, and Main Street", announces across the loudspeaker, as people rush to the exit doors for the anticipated stop to come. Butterflies engulf his stomach with the number of people heading for the exits. The stop approaches, just as the morning rush hour comes to an end, those waiting exit the railcar and they find themselves off at the stop with no one else in the front of that car except each other. She slips him a cooing smile, with a brush of her pony and her finger points at his eyes to look down. As the car swiftly takes off, she turns so slightly towards him, and spays her skirt covered legs to expose her panties to him. He instantly notices and has to adjust his now growing bulge in his pants to accommodate the growth and direction of comfort. Tingles flow through her entire body as she notices how her display is giving him the reaction to his package which becomes very obvious very quickly. She also notices the effect this also has on her, as she feels the slightest amount of wetness forming between her firm athletic legs of hers. He moves closer to her as he puts the backpack down as she reaches inside to find the little bag containing items for the exchange. The next stop comes and goes and the one person left on that car exits and no one boards. It's time and she instantly wriggles around in her seat and it forces the skirt to hike up exposing her Hello Kitty Pink panty covered mound. As he stands over her looking down, he notices the display as well as the prominent camel toe which is protruding in the sexiest way. She spreads her legs ever so slightly scotching down in the seat which forces the skirt to hike up higher as well as pulling the fabric of her panties further into the folds of her womanhood. As the railcar rocks back and forth, and the pressure of the panties between her lips rubs her clit, she becomes even more aroused. The wet spot begins to form in the cameltoed panty center and as his eyes fix on it, he cannot remove his eyes from the display before him. He automatically reaches his hand into his pocket and does his best to stroke himself slightly as this glorious display is in front of him. The next stop approaches and a young couple boards the railcar obviously too engulfed in each other to even notice the other two on the rail. She looks up to his eyes, so gentle so giving, so tender, and she senses something she hasn't from him in all this time. She has never felt this way for a client, ever as she gets up, and without even pulling the skirt down, walks to the tiny bathroom. As she walks away, her panties are exposed for all to see but his eyes are fixed on her perfect round ass cheeks slightly skirt covered and sporting her pink panties barely covering ½ of each cheek as she slips into the restroom. She comes out several minutes later, only to stand next to him this time and not sit. She reaches over next to him, and gently feels for his hip, and traces her nails across the top band of his running pants. As she reaches the tie strings, gives them a quick pull and now he is at her mercy as his pants are no longer secured. She pushes her fingers between his boxer briefs and the pants pushing her hand and fingers down ever so slightly as he whispers, "we're not supposed to be touching". She replies, "we're not supposed to be talking either remember but our skin will never touch each other's" as her fingers explore every inch of his rock hard cock that is completely erect inside his briefs. She thinks to herself how she has never had a man feel this hard before. She traces her fingers down to his balls to feel around only to feel him squirm around at this feeling she is giving him. She pulls her hand out and he looks over to her with a face of both sadness and anger at her removing her hand from this wonderful place. He feels her hand return only to find that this time something feels different, as he looks down, he is in complete shock. He feels her hand forcing out the waistband of both his pants and the briefs and she is now forcing her hand inside his shorts while having her Hello Kitty Cotton panties covering the skin of her hand as she manages to wrap his entire member with her panties he had just witnessed her wearing minutes ago. She knows his intimate love for attention to detail as she wriggles the crotch of the panties around the tip of his dick which contains the wet spot she had created earlier. She knows there is not much time for this little adventure and she quickly begins to squeeze his member as she strokes him with the panties ever so vigorously. He has to hang on to the handrail with both hands as he has never experienced something so amazing. He begins to moan, unable to contain his pleasure as they glance the couple which is still too involved with each other to notice the panty job taking place at the front of the railcar right in front of them. She turns and faces him, as she is now furiously jerking him off, she whispers, "cum hard, fucking cum hard inside the crotch of my panties, squirt in them for me". As he feels the impending explosion building in his loins, he moans and holds his breath to avoid screaming out loud in pleasure. She is so turned on by now that she feels the glistening of the moistness between her folds and has a plan. She pulls him closer and now jerks the head of his hard cock making it press against her clit and the wet opening of her now drenched pussy, now not whispering but vocalizing" cum in my fucking panties right now, cum so hard you cum thru them onto my wet pussy lips, I want to feel your warm cum on my pussy". Just then, he cannot contain himself as he bursts into explosion of pulsating eruption of cum into the crotch of her panties as she milks his cock for every last drop of cum he has, as she smears his cum all over her mound and pussy lips feeling his warmth. Knowing it has been his fantasy for so long. She continues to fulfill his dreams and secretly hers, and gives him one last hard tug, whispering "good boy". She removes the panties from his shaft and in a bold move, takes the panties now dripping with cum, and makes sure not to lose a drop, hikes her skirt up, and puts the cum soaked panties on, right then and there and pulls them up tighter then she has ever worn panties in her life, giving her this feeling she has never had before herself. She has the pressure of the camel toe pressing against her clit and rubbing between her pussy lips as she feels his warm cum covering all of her mound down to her ass and is surprisingly turned on by it. He is standing there in complete shock of the panty job he has just received and the site of this gorgeous woman standing before him, skirt hiked up, panties exposing the sexiest camel toe he has ever witnessed covered in his cum. Without thought, he begins to reach his hand out while he whispers, "can I touch it?", as she nods in agreement. He starts at the top waistband of the panties as his finger traces straight down the seam of the panties down to the fold where the fabric is disappearing between her lips. He presses his finger between her panty covered lips as the entire finger disappears into her camel toe, as she now presses her body down onto his finger, feeling this wave building within her. He pushes his finger deep within her folds fucking her now with his panty wrapped finger. The sensation is uncomfortable to say the least to her, having the panties stuffed deep inside her but she needs release. She rides his finger until she cannot contain it any longer as she rides his finger to an earth shattering orgasm. She smiles, sighs and receives a smile back from him, as they begin to hear a scream. They both spin around to the rear of the car to see the young couple now fucking with no abandon as the guy has the girls legs draped over his shoulders as he fucks her with raw passion. Apparently their little show was too much for the couple to handle but how much had they actually witnessed? The car comes to a stop and just as he glances back forward, to see that she is gone. She has left something in the backpack for him. The cash he had left for her is still there, but the letter is gone. There are 3 little baggies each containing panties with a note attached stating that she had masturbated in them and covered them in her cum. She stated she knew he wanted to jerk off with them and requested he mail them back to her to wear for the next photo set, as he made it back to his car for the long drive home, back to his reality.