She ran down the stairs to the tube train, the love eggs jumping and jostling deep inside her cunt with every movement. He'd been teasing her via online chat all afternoon, had instructed her to insert the eggs before leaving, and now she was horny as hell.
She'd been tempted to rub herself to a climax in the ladies restroom at the office. After all, He'd never know. But she knew she'd ultimately get more pleasure by obeying Him, and she wanted to please Him. Anyway, there wasn't time, so she'd pushed the eggs into her squelching wetness and ran for the tube.
She made it just as the doors were closing, squeezing into a gap in the crowded train. The man sitting just in front of her half rose to offer his seat, but she shook her head. She wore no panties, at His instruction, and she was so wet she worried she'd reveal a damp patch on her skirt if she sat. Instead she held onto the vertical hand rail and stood, bracing herself against the movement of the train.
Each jerk and jolt of the train caused the eggs to move and push against the inner walls of her pussy. It felt like His fingers, deep inside, flexing to stimulate her, but not enough to make her come. She focused on the pleasure and several times almost groaned aloud. He'd given her permission to come on the train, where he knew the motion of the eggs would be enhanced, and she prepared to enjoy herself.
That was when she noticed the man from earlier, sitting in front of her, eyeing her. His nostrils flared slightly, and she wondered for a second if he could smell her arousal. A jerk of the train made her stumble a little and the mound of her pussy bumped against his hand where it lay on the armrest. She couldn't control the outlet of breath that escaped her, and his eyes glanced in interest from her face to her extended nipples.
