0 comments/ 29458 views/ 2 favorites Sex to a T Ch. 1 By: lololita My boyfriend and I had just been to dinner with his parents, and we were coming home on the subway. We hadn’t been together long, so keeping our hands off each other for a whole night had been kind of a struggle. It was late at night so the subway train was quiet, there were only a few other people in our carriage. We sat down and I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling a bit sleepy, but looking forward to getting home. However, I wouldn’t be feeling sleepy much longer. I’ve never been one for PDA’s, I think they’re a bit embarrassing, and when I’m single it grosses me out to see other couples practically ripping each other’s clothes off. My boyfriend, on the other hand, can be pretty forceful when he wants, especially when he wants sex, and, after all, I wasn’t that reluctant to comply. He kissed me as the train started moving, gently at first, but soon he was using his tongue. I could feel him invading me, I could feel myself giving in. He moved his hands around my waist, rubbing up and down, pulling up the hem of my short summer dress. I pushed his hands away and broke the kiss, I only had a pair of thong panties under the flimsy dress, and didn’t want to expose myself to the elderly couple sitting opposite. “People can see us,” I muttered, placating him with a brief kiss on the lips. Just then the train pulled into a station, and the other passengers all stood up and got off, including the elderly couple, who made a few disapproving clucks in our direction. “Now we’re alone,” he chuckled, pulling me onto his lap. Staring into his eyes, I could feel the heat of his erection against my bare thighs, even through his jeans. As he tilted his head to kiss me I could feel his cock twitch as it pressed into my leg, and I could feel my g-string getting damp and heavy as I became more and more turned on. He kissed me even more insistently now we were alone, his hands kneading my butt cheeks, pulling on my thong so that the material rubbed on my clit, driving me wild. I was sure that I would have a damp spot on my dress when I stood up, but I no longer cared. I could feel the passion carrying me away, when the train stopped I didn’t even notice if anyone got on the train or not. Even though I no longer knew if we were alone, I knew that I wanted more than just his tongue inside me, and soon. I moved back a little and my hands went his fly. He stopped kissing me for a second and looked at me with a question in his eyes. I answered it by fumbling with his zipper. It seemed to take me an eternity, but finally his cock sprang free (he finds underwear “restrictive”), the tip dripping with precum. I knew he was ready as he pulled me to him, hiding his indecency from anyone who might be watching. He slipped his hand under my skirt to pull my panties away, stopping to play with my clit for a few seconds. He drew it out slick with moisture, and pressed it to my lips. I tasted myself on his fingers as he slipped the other hand round my waist, lifting me over him and pulling my skirt from under my ass. I was so wet that he slid into me to the hilt, I could feel the cool metal of his zipper against my pussy lips as he adjusted my dress to make it less obvious what we were doing. I slid my arms around his neck and nuzzled his chin as I leaned back slightly, feeling the head of his cock against my g-spot. At that point I couldn’t stop myself from moaning, I was going to cum and I wanted it to be soon. He smiled, placed a finger on my lips and pulled me closer to him, stifling my sighs with a kiss. I could feel the button on his jeans rubbing against my clit as he circled my waist with his hands and lifted me gently up and down. The feel of him sliding in and out of me was just too much. I placed my hands on his shoulders and started to pump up and down, milking his cock with my tight little pussy. Then I realised the train was slowing down and some sixth sense told me that this was our stop. I looked at him with panic, but he just gave me a devilish smile and winked at me. I figured it must be totally obvious to everyone else on the train what was going on, (about ten people had got on while we were…um…getting it on) so I thought we may as well just carry on and miss our stop. However, nothing prepared me for what actually happened. The train came to a standstill and he pulled his arms tighter around me, then stood up and walked to the door. I wrapped my legs around his waist, the feeling of him moving around while he was still inside me was just amazing. The train moved off and he pushed me against the wall, my legs still wrapped tight around him. “Are you ok with this?” he asked. I grunted in reply, letting my head loll back against the cool concrete wall. I was about to get a good fucking in front of a crowd of strangers standing on the opposite platform, of course I was ok with it! I moved my hands down to his nice firm ass, trying to pull him further into me. I think he got the message; he pulled out almost completely, then started slamming into me with such speed and force that all I could do was gasp for breath. I knew it wouldn’t take much longer; his dick slamming into my pussy, the cool wall against my back, his jeans grinding into my clit, the crowd of spectators. I could feel pussy muscles tighten up, and he slammed into me so deep that I screamed myself over the edge of my orgasm. My pussy muscles contracting sent him over the edge too, and he started pumping blast after blast of hot cum into my sopping pussy. His cock softened pretty fast, and a few moments later, still breathing hard, he pulled out of me and stuffed it back into his jeans. Now we would both have a wet spot! He grabbed my hand and we left the station to a rousing round of applause and raucous cheers. Sex to a T Ch. 2 I really enjoyed my first encounter with public sex, but I never really discussed it with my boyfriend afterwards. All I know is that we had more fun in bed after that encounter on a subway train than we had ever done before, and he had never cum as much as when he was pumping into me on that subway station. I hoped we'd be able to repeat the experience, but I wasn't sure how or when. I didn't want to bring it up with him, in case it lost the spontaneous charm that made it so explosive. I kept my eye open for opportunities, but somehow the conditions never seemed quite right for a repeat performance. Until one day, at the very end of summer. We'd been to see a movie, and it was pretty hot and steamy. To be honest, his hands had been inside my panties half the time, and I'd sucked him almost to orgasm there in the darkness. I could tell by the bulge in his pants that he was still semi-hard when we left the theatre, and I could tell by the urgency in his eyes that I was going to get the fucking of a life time when we get home. I smiled and secretly hoped that I wouldn't have to wait until I got home. The streets were packed with tourists and locals out enjoying the last of the summer weather. He dragged me through the crowds towards the subway station. A plan was starting to form in my mind, and bumping up against sweaty strangers just got my pussy even wetter. We arrived on the platform just as the train came in, and my heart sank as I realised that it was going to be too busy to do what I was hoping we would. He pushed me onto the train just as the doors were closing, and the jolt made me drop my purse, which I was holding in my hand. Unthinking, I bent down to pick it up, forgetting that I was wearing a very short denim skirt. The next thing I felt was his hand slapping my bare ass cheeks (my panties had ended up stuffed down the side of my chair in the movie theatre) and his voice saying "You shouldn't really be doing that in public." I smiled and half-turned towards him, mouthing "thank you." After all, he had protected my modesty for me. The train came into the next station, and he shuffled closer to me so that people could leave the train. Even more people got on at this stop, and we were squashed closer together than before. I must admit I was shocked to feel his hardness pressing into my backside as he started to nuzzle and kiss my neck and the train continued on its way. Shocked but pleased, of course! I started to think that maybe my plan was a goer after all. It was so busy that surely no one would notice if things got a little more…heated between us, would they? I tilted my head back and to the side, smiling back at him, and I flipped up the back of my skirt so his cock was pressing against my bare ass. He grinned back at me, his strong arms snaking round my waist and reaching up to squeeze my tits. I guess he wanted it as much as I did. I reached my hands behind me, feeling for his cock. Luckily he had a light jacket on, so it kind of concealed what we were doing. It took me a little while to figure out how to free his raging hard-on (now I know how guys feel with bras!), and I feel his breathing become more ragged, gasping onto my neck. When he finally sprang free, I could feel his hard wetness pressing against my ass cheeks, and his grip on my waist get tighter. We're almost the same height, so when I stood on tiptoe it was fairly easy for him to position himself under my gushing slit. I relaxed back into a normal standing position as he thrust himself up into me. I let out a brief sigh as I felt him fill me up, and reached back to caress his swollen balls, still mostly inside his pants. It felt kind of weird, doing something so private on such a crowded train, but it felt damn good as well! He'd never taken me from behind whilst standing up, so it took a few moments to adjust to the new position, feeling him inside me. He started to thrust in and out of me, gently at first, but gradually becoming firmer and more confident. I thought the swaying of the train would pretty much conceal what we were doing, so I grabbed on tight to the pole in front of me, and smiled up at the advert above my head. I was going to enjoy this ride! My boyfriend was getting pretty hot thrusting away in me, and I sensed it wouldn't take long for him to cum. Luckily we had a few more stops than last time, so we should have time to finish up before we had to get off the train. I was enjoying myself, and I was already pretty turned on from the movie, but I knew I wasn't going to come myself if my horny little clit didn't get some attention. I was debating whether or not I should slip my hand under my skirt and see to it myself when I felt a finger start to circle it anyway, sending electric shocks through my pussy. I smiled down, thinking that my boyfriend and I had a psychic connection, only to realise that both his hands were still round my waist. I looked up and realised that I had been practically sticking my tits into the face of the middle-aged business woman sitting under me. I followed her body down and realised the arm of her exquisitely tailored suit was under my skirt. I felt the circling falter then stop and realised she was looking up at me hesitantly. I smiled at her and wriggled my hips a little, pushing my clit onto her finger. Hell, as long as somebody was frigging my clit I didn't care who it was! It didn't take much encoragement, soon she was rubbing me pretty hard, I could feel my orgasm building, and she seemed to be getting into it too. Her eyes had a glazed look, her breathing had got harder and her mouth was hanging open. I knew it wouldn't be long, I could feel my pussy start to twitch and contract, and I was wriggling around on her hand like crazy. That was too much for my boyfriend and he shot his load inside of me, again cumming more than I had ever known him do before. Seconds later I had my own orgasm, my tight pussy milking his fat cock of every last drop of cum. I stared rapturously down at the stranger that had given me such an incredible orgasm. My boyfriend slid out of me with a wet plop and I giggled involuntarily as she smiled back at me with a knowing look. I looked down and realised that his cum was dripping out of me and forming a puddle on the floor. I felt his mouth on my neck and then his voice in my ear telling me that ours was the next stop. I forced my wobbly legs into movement and started making my way to the door. As we were getting off the train the woman ran her hand over my leg and raised her finger to her lips to taste the mixed juices that were running down my thigh. The guy sitting on the other side of the door reached out and squeezed my ass through my skirt. I guess we were more obvious than I thought. As the train pulled out of the station I blew a kiss towards its rear and hoped that the audience enjoyed the show as much as we did.