Disclaimer: All characters are above 18, although not all ages may be explicitly stated in the story.
Franny grew up in a small town where everybody knew everyone. You couldn't go for a drink without having to fend off questions about marriage and babies. Dating was difficult and casual relationships were impossible. She had to get out of there.
So Franny did what most people do when they want to get out of small towns. She worked hard. She took minimum wage job after minimum wage job, went to a community college in the next town over, and eventually landed a job in the big city.
She had an overpriced apartment and a steady office job. It wasn't perfect, but it was the life she had always dreamed of. She worked to find adventure and it was finally in her grasp. She wasn't going to let it go without a fight.
It must have been the sixth month of her stay in the city, when she felt pangs of dissatisfaction. Things were progressing smoothly, but she felt bored. It was the same commute everyday. She had the same arguments with the same employees, and ate from the same restaurant when she wasn't up for cooking.
Even her romantic life wasn't much to write home about. She had many mediocre first dates and a handful of bad hookups. She gave the apps one week before quitting altogether. So she was back to square one, single and bored.
After one sleepless night, Franny woke up late. She scrambled to get ready. She tossed her blonde hair into a quick updo. She put on a thin white blouse and a navy pencil skirt, before slipping into her leather kitten heels. She grabbed her jacket and purse and ran out the door so she could make her 6 o'clock train.
She practically ran all the way to the train station, swiped her metrocard before settling into one of the seats. It was still dark out, so when she looked up she saw a clear reflection of herself on the massive train windows. She was a mess.
Bits of her hair were sticking out. She had dark circles under her eyes. The outline of her black bra was visible through her blouse. Being braless might have been more discreet, her flesh wouldn't be as high-contrast.
"Fuck," she said under her breath. The office was heated, so wearing her jacket would definitely attract more attention. She focused on tidying what she could. She tucked the loose hair strands behind her ear, and made sure her skirt was facing the right way.
When she straightened up, she noticed a man watching her from the end of the car. His eyes were trained on her chest. She burned at the idea of being watched. The tips of her ears and her decolletage flushed pink.
She'd seen him on this route before. He was tall, lean, and wore a well-fitted suit to work everyday. He was always armed with a backpack and the latest paper. Who still bought newspapers in this day and age? He did.
She always found him handsome, but like all other commuters in the big city, she kept her distance. For the longest time, it was because she didn't want to make this weird. If it didn't work out, she'd have to change her commute schedule, maybe move apartments so they wouldn't be in the same line.
She looked around the train car, and noticed that it was just the two of them today. The handful of people who usually came this early picked other carriages. If there was a time to strike a conversation, it would be now.
But Franny was feeling adventurous, she didn't just want his number or polite conversation. Encouraged by his wandering eyes, she decided it was the
perfect
time to indulge in her secret fantasy.
She opened her jacket and spread it open. She didn't want to surprise him too much, so she turned to look out the window while discreetly unbuttoning her blouse. She started with the one at the collar and worked her way down until it reached her lower ribs, right below her bra. It was a dark lacy number that she usually wore to dates. But since she was going through a massive dry spell, her date night underwear became more for every day. She pushed one of the cups to the side, until her nipple popped out.
She heard a light cough, and knew that she had his attention. She turned her head back to him and gave him a playful smile.
Would he accept her invitation?
He doesn't back down. Instead, he moved a couple of seats closer. It was enough so that they could see each other without straining their necks, but not so close that she felt unsafe.
Franny cupped the underside of her exposed breast, and lightly rolled her nipple between her fingers. She felt a zing of pleasure mixed with desire and tentative excitement. She tossed her bag to the side, and used her other hand to expose her other breast. She let her head lean back, and pushed out her chest, so that he had an unobstructed view.
She continued to play with nipples, when a muffled voice announced the next train stop. Franny quickly pulled the ends of her jacket over her exposed chest and kept her hands tucked to her sides. The train slowed down into a stop and the doors opened.
Franny kept her eyes trained on the doors, waiting to see if anyone would join them. She wasn't entirely sure if she wanted a bigger audience. But after a few short beats, the choice was made for her. No one entered the car, and everything was in motion again.
Franny let her jacket go and her pert breasts were in view again. The close call made her feel all kinds of hot and bothered. She turned to the stranger again, once they locked eyes, she sucked on her thumb and index finger. She lowly let her finger go with a pop and used the wet digit to play with her nipples. She especially paid close attention to the slit on the tips.
The stranger couldn't sit still anymore. His eyes quickly darted around the train car, before he unbuckled his pants, opened his fly, and pulled out his dick. A quick chill ran up Franny's spine. They could be caught at any moment.
His dick was a decent length, but still flaccid. He gripped the base of his cock and worked his hand up and down. It didn't take long before he developed a full erection. His thumb rubbed over the head of his cock until it leaked of pre-cum.
Franny planned on hiking up her skirt, but the next location was close and the sun had already risen. They could see the crowd waiting for them at the next platform. So like sensible adults, they tidied up. She fixed her bra, buttoned her shirt, and closed her jacket. Franny squirmed in her seat as her raw nipples rubbed against her bra, but she couldn't exactly go without. The stranger tucked in his massive dick back into his pants, and used his bag and newspaper to discreetly cover his erection. Between the two of them, Franny knew she had it easier.
The rest of the commute happened as usual. People quickly filled the seats, and soon the train was packed. They both left at their respective stops. And it felt like the sad end of an adventure.
When Franny got off the train, she quickly walked to her office building, into the elevator, and into her small cubicle. Once she was settled, she buried her head in her hands.
"I can't believe I did that," Franny muttered to herself.
"Fuck, I can't believe I did that. Were there cameras? Did anyone see?"
She flashed a stranger on the train and he flashed back. She didn't know how far things would have gone if the train car stayed empty. The lines have blurred and the insatiable hunger that has been stoking inside of her wants nothing more than to raze it, until there was nothing holding her back from what she wanted. She was just so damn, incredibly horny.
She slapped her cheeks, trying to snap herself out of it. Her panties were wet, her black bra was visible, and she still had 9 hours to go before she could get home to take care of herself. She decided to start working. Surely, the ongoing project would be enough to distract her from it all.
The next day, Franny found herself riding the same 6 o'clock train, in the same car. And like the day before, he was there. They were the only two people in the car. Despite their early intimacy, if you could call it that, they kept their distance.
Franny debated the entire night what she was going to do. She considered leaving 30 minutes later than usual to avoid him. Or if she should prepare something extra special to show off her assets. Then again there was also the possibility that he wouldn't be there at all. She would be mortified if she took the time and care to prepare only to find out he wasn't as into it as she was.
But after a lackluster solo session with all her toys, she decided to bite the bullet. If he didn't show up, she could always try again with someone new. Someone who would appreciate what she had to offer. She developed a taste for it, and she would not go without.
That night she took great care in preparing her clothes for the next day. She laid out her old Valentine's Day lingerie that she prepared for an old hookup that never worked out. It was a nude lacey number with low cups and delicate edges. It pushed her boobs up and barely covered her nipples. The set came with a lace bikini bottom that showed off the bottom of her ass cheeks. Instead of her usual tights or leggings. She opted for high thighs held up with garters so she could slide things off without a problem.
She covered everything up with her usual office uniform--a white blouse, a black pencil skirt, and black heels.
Since she had planned so well the night before, there were no wardrobe hiccups. Franny slowly unbuttoned her blouse, spreading the fabric apart as she moved her hand lower and lower. While she was itching to get started, she wanted to savor the experience.
Once her lacy bra was in clear view, she hiked up her skirt and spread her legs. Her panties weren't out in the open, but the top of her thigh highs were visible. And if he leaned forward, and angled his head, he could see the sensitive skin of her inner thigh and perhaps and flash of her underwear. But that would only be possible, if he was ballsy enough to come close.
The man switched seats and sat directly in front of her. This is the closest they have ever been in the six months they danced around each other on the train. While his eyes were trained on her covered boobs, he palmed himself over his slacks. She wasn't the only one who wanted to give a show.
Soon, he slipped his cock out and tightly gripped it at the base. Franny felt a gush of wetness go through her thin thong. She pulled the bra cups down slowly using her thumbs to shimmy down the straps until her nipples peeked out from the bra. She held onto the straps and lightly pulled on them so her boobs jiggled a little. She used both hands to fondle her breasts, making sure to pinch and roll her nipples with her finger tips.
He swallowed a groan and breathed heavily through his nose. He started to jerk himself off at a furious pace. Ever so often, he would break it up with a drawn out pull. She watched as the engorged head turned a violent shade of red, glistening with the pre-cum at the tip. She wanted to lean forward and lick that bead of pre-cum, and see how he tasted.
The man saw the hunger in Franny's eyes, and decided to bridge the gap between them. He put his bag over his dick and moved to sit right beside her.
