I boarded the train, the air rising from the space between the tracks and the platform teasing over my naked sex as my skirt rose a little.
I pushed it down, blushing as if everyone around me knew that I had nothing on under the knee length skirt. I looked around the crowded car; I didn't see Mr. 12th floor so I moved toward the back and grabbed the bar above my head as I waited for the train to depart.
The train started with a lurch and I gripped the bar tighter as it rocked down the track. At the first stop, people got on...people got off.
Still no sign of my mystery man.
After about 4 stops, half way to work I kind of gave up. I stared straight ahead as I sighed disappointedly to myself.
Another stop, more people on and more people off. The train was packed. I couldn't help bumping into those around me as it started off again; I turned my head as a tousle of dark hair came into my peripheral vision.
"Keep looking forward."
It was his deep sexy voice that filled my ears. My pussy clenched in anticipation as I looked toward the front of the car.
There were people all around us as I felt a light fluttering against the back of my thigh. His fingertips slipped under the hem of my skirt and were moving in circles against the back of my leg, gradually progressing upward. He shifted, so his body shielded his actions.
I heard him inhale as his nose brushed against the sensitive skin in the crook of my neck. Felt the warm wetness of his tongue tasting my skin for the first time. He caged me in, his hand on the bar above my head and the other doing amazing things to my leg below. Slowly he traced the shell of my ear as his fingers moved higher and higher, until he was brushing lightly against the swollen lips of my sex.
"Delicious." A low whisper in my ear as his fingertips parted the lips of my pussy.
I bit down on my bottom lip to stifle the moan as his fingers slowly traced my wet folds, strategically avoiding my hard nub as his mouth moved over my nape.
The train prepared to stop and he lifted his head. It shuddered and jerked, my body pushed against him, against his hand. I did let out a little noise as the motion pushed his fingers into my sex. I spread my legs a bit, gripping him tight inside my body as the train stopped.
More people got on, more people got off. I was really hoping I was going to be the next one to get off!
My whole body was alert as I looked around the car. No one noticed us, or I didn't see anyone looking our direction. And my pussy was dripping wet!
I felt my juices coating my inner thighs as he just held his hand there, not moving one inch and buried up to the knuckle inside me. I shifted, groaning low at the exquisite pleasure of being filled.
The train jerked, I moaned out loud as his fingers worked a little deeper inside when my body rocked back against his, His strong chest pressed against my back as he leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on my neck. I covered my moan with a cough as the train started again down the track.
He started to move his fingers, pulling out slowly then pushing back in, every 4th or 5th stroke he rubbed me inside. I rolled my hips, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the bar above my head, using it as leverage.
He moved his fingers to my clit and my knees almost buckled as he flicked lightly over my most sensitive flesh. I felt his thumb press against the tight ring of my ass and my breathing came out in a whoosh. No one had ever touched me there before!
"Like that babe?"
His lips tickled my ear as he leaned close to speak to me. I could hear the smile in his voice as he pressed his thumb against me a little harder, his fingertips flicking faster. I spread my legs as far as I could, tilting my hips as I groaned in quiet agreement. His thumb stretched me as he pushed it inside my virgin ass. God it felt so good!
I clenched tight as his fingers trapped my clit between them and pinched it lightly, moving the hood up and down the hard nub. To triple the assault he slid the remaining fingers back into my pussy.
I was simply overwhelmed and over stimulated. Being filled, my clit being stroked...and the taboo of his fingers in my back passage and the combination of being in public was too much for me. I came in waves, my body stiffened as I surrendered to the sensations.
He moved his whole hand, pushing deep inside my tight holes, sliding the hood of my clit up and down. I bit my lips hard, I desperately wanted to cry out, and cry out loud as I rocked against his hand, my juices spilling out onto his fingers as my pussy spasmed and my ass gripped tight on his digits.
"That's it babe, give it to me." He groaned low in my ear, I felt his very hard cock through his dress pants as he pushed it and slowly ground it against my hip\. He started to slow his hand and finally stopped, pulling it unhurriedly from my body as my muscles still pulsed around him.
I glanced around us at the other train riders and none seemed to have noticed what had just went on. The train started to jerk and rock as it prepared to stop at out get off point.
His hand gripped my hip and pulled me back against him, the outline his cock burned against my ass; hard, hot and throbbing as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and inhaled deeply.
"Mmm...so sweet." I turned to look up at him as his tongue flicked out and tasted my wetness from his palm. His gorgeous sea green eyes sparkled as he locked them with mine. "We are going to finish this, but not here."
I nodded, hoping that meant a sick day and a nice long fuck session on his place, or mine, or a hotel, I didn't care as long as I got to touch and feel him up, close and personal.
The train stopped and he ushered me off, his warm hand in the small of my back as he kept close to me, using me to hide his erection from the masses around us. He steered me toward the street. I was hoping he would flag a cab but he was leading me, instead, to the front doors of his office building.
