John wiped his forehead on which beads of sweat were beginning to form. He was waiting for the subway after staying late in the office, and the midsummer weather was keeping the underground terminal air thick with humid heat. It was late and he had effectively skipped on dinner, opting instead for a coffeeshop muffin. The napkins that came with it served to absorb a little of his sweat. John started to feel a light breeze and a dull rumble which he associated with a train half a station away. He was eager to make his way home, shower, and head to sleep.
He slowly made his way to the end of the platform to board the last car since it was closer to the stairs at his exit. It was just after midnight, the train was approaching, John prepared himself to board an empty car. The sound of well-used breakpads irritated his tired ears as the train came to a halt. John boarded the welcomely air-conditioned car and sat down at the end bench. He barely noticed the presence of the only other passenger, a woman sitting across from him one bench away.
She clearly didn't notice him, or at least didn't look his direction. She was surprisingly sprawled out, it being a subway and her seemingly well-dressed - she sort of lay with one leg up on the seatbench. She had earbuds in and was intently viewing some video on her smartphone (presumably stored, the reception inadequate in the tunnels) - the headphones were cranked up sufficiently loud to generate a dull sound that John could barely make out over the white noise of the now-moving train. Was it? A woman moaning?
John, slightly aroused by his own wandering imagination, began to notice the sexual posture of the woman. The woman was an attractive caucasian with naturally black hair. She wore no makeup and didn't need it - as John sized her up he noticed her well-sized breasts hanging slightly, with one drooping appealingly towards him. Her nipples were visible as she clearly had no bra and they seemed erect, or at least large to begin with. Only now, surprisingly late did he notice that her legs were spread wide enough that he had a view up her short linen skirt. Her legs were just parted sufficiently that he could see a dark tuft of hair behind semi-transparent panties. "No fucking way," John thought to himself, beginning to be more fully aroused. Again, he heard presumably from the headphones a sound seemingly of a woman moaning. It was hard to make out much over the random noise of the train. The woman was enraptured by her screen - there was a look of longing, of voyeurism on her face.
John couldn't help himself, he was simply staring, the fact that she didn't seem to mind his presence made this peculiar situation all the more interesting. Her smooth legs were open and he gazed at her thin, semi-transparent panties. They were light green and didn't quite cover the cheeks of her butt which were pushed up and visible given her slouched posture. As he hungrily consumed the sight of this woman, John noticed his penis bending slightly to the side dripping a mere droplet of his juice. With his busy schedule he hadn't masturbated in days, so the sight of an attractive, clothed woman was still enough to get him going, especially with a view up her skirt on display.
Unexpectedly, John noticed the woman shiver slightly in a sexual way and her panties start to get slightly wet - she was dripping her lubricant in such quantity as to leave a wet spot on her underwear. The thrill of seeing this horny stranger's wet cunt through her panties sent a chill of warmth to John's penis. Just as John thought to himself this literally couldn't get any better the woman slowly reached down around her mini-skirt and carefully plucked the side of her panties open to get access to her wet vagina. As her panties were pulled open from the side a strand of juice strung from the tip of her long labia to the edge of the underwear. A bead of her own juice that had formed in the bottom corner of her inner lips dripped down her skin into the top of her anus which was just visible given her laid back position.
She leaned back slightly further, her eyes looking slightly upwards towards the ceiling of the subway car, unintentionally giving John a slightly better view. Her finger focused only on her clit and as more liquid formed at the lips of her vagina John eagerly viewed the wetness with increasing intensity. This woman was literally dripping, the abundant folds of her beautiful vagina flapping slightly as she vigorously rubbed herself. Her chest arched spasmed upward slightly which was accompanied by a small but definite spurt of liquid from her vagina. John almost burst himself, surprisingly aroused by this uncommon female. He was now fully aware of his own throbbing penis in his pants which he was too uptight, too well-conditioned to withdraw from his pants.
"How could this happen on a subway? I can't cum on a subway," he thought.
She picked up the pace, now unashamedly moaning herself. John stared with emphasis on her large meaty pussy lips. He was fully engaged, and couldn't help himself. John quietly stood up and moved a little closer. He didn't know why or what he was thinking, but he was unthinkingly drawn to the woman as she hurled herself towards the beginning of her climax. John reached into his pants, loosening his belt to relieve some of the constriction around his penis. More than anything he wanted to shove his face at the woman's luscious lips and finish her off with his tongue.
"What would she think if I did that?" John, unreasonable with horniness pondered, "it would be less offensive to her than if I put my penis in."
