I found myself on the subway again. I don't always remember actually making the decision to go out and find a venue where people can see me, and this was one of those times. Many times I do remember putting myself in the right situation. I carefully plan out my outfit, whether to wear panties or a bra, whether to dress seductively or go with the whole Plain-Jane look to see their surprise when I start to expose myself, start to rub myself, sometimes even get off. Either way, when I realize I'm in the right place and the mood strikes, I get excited.
I hadn't planned ahead this time, but that hardly ever stopped me. I was wearing one of my nicer business outfits; an off-white camisole top under a suit jacket. The matching skirt was cut to a modest knee length, and I had pale gray stockings on, though today there was neither bra nor panties. I'm not sure what triggers the desire to do the things I do, to enjoy myself in front of others. It does turn me on to think the people who watch get some sort of secret pleasure from my actions, though they're still shackled by society's norms.
Today, it was a couple sitting across from me. They didn't appear to be married, but certainly together. She was a pretty, though mousey, little blonde. She had potential, I could see, but she was way too uptight to let her sexuality out. Her boyfriend was really cute, and seemed to care for her, hanging on to her every word, holding her hand, being truly attentive by all indications. At first there were passengers in-between us, and he hadn't seemed to notice me, but at the next stop, enough people had disembarked to leave him a clear view.
When the inevitable glance from him met my stare, I gave him a sly grin. He seemed a bit taken aback, and diverted his eyes, as most people did. I don't quite understand the social dynamic that urges people not to really look at each other, but I see it again and again. My refusal to play by their rules makes me feel powerful, and so I continued to stare at him, until he couldn't avoid me any longer.
This time, he was a bit more inquisitive, his eyes traveling over me in earnest. I licked my lips and shifted in my seat as I met his gaze. He quickly checked his girlfriend to see if she had noticed. A man was still standing between her and me, so she hadn't appeared to have seen anything. He looked back at me and gave me a little smile. I bit my lower lip and ran my hands casually down my thighs to rest them on my knees just below my hemline.
His eyes, of course, followed my hands and I parted my thighs just a bit, promising much more than he could see just yet. His girlfriend said something, and he nodded and grunted absently at the right moments, clearly focused on me by now. I slid one hand languidly up my thigh and popped the lower button on my jacket. I followed up with the other hand, sliding it up to pop the top button. My power over him was complete and total at this point.
I pretended to yawn, stretching my arms out in front of me, and then raising them over my head as I arched my back and thrust out my tits. The suit jacket parted and my erect nipples slid gloriously against the soft fabric of my camisole. His eyes were glued to my tits as I finished the stretch. I rested my hands in my lap and breathed deeply as he watched, feeling my pussy getting wet with the power I was wielding.
I could see his erection growing in his pants, and he gave his girlfriend another glance, but her attention must have been somewhere else. His eyes came back to mine, and I gave him my most seductive smile and a wink. His cock twitched in his pants and he was forced to cross his legs and adjust his crotch, lest his tent become truly noticeable.
I slowly slid one hand from my lap up under my camisole, caressing my flat tummy just above the waist of my skirt. Now he was licking his lips. Without a glance to any of the other passengers who may have been watching my show, I moved my hand up and cupped my breast under the silky camisole. His eyes were bulging now, and one of his hands had fallen into his lap. Nobody else would have noticed, but I could see he was surreptitiously stroking his hard cock through his pants.
The next stop came, and the man that had been between the blonde and me had moved, letting her finally see me, as I eye-fucked her boyfriend. As the train pulled out, she looked around at the new vista and saw me tweaking my nipple with one hand. I pursed my lips at her in a kiss, and she immediately looked at her boyfriend who was rubbing his cock through his pants. Her eyes flared and she looked back and forth between the two of us for a few seconds, before throwing an elbow into his ribs.
I opened my legs as much as my skirt would allow, and even as he was dodging and dealing with mousey girl, he couldn't help but look at my wet pussy. His eyes were locked on my snatch as he was slapped and assaulted by his girlfriend. I quickly moved my other hand between my legs and ran a finger up my wet slit as I leaned forward to stand. I stood as many did for the next stop, and he stood as well, eyes still locked with mine. His girlfriend finally gave up and stormed off down to the next car as the train slowed into the station.
I slowly moved my wet fingers up into my mouth and tasted my honey as I gazed into his very soul. I could feel his unbridled desire rising up in him as he fought all the natural impulses to take me and fuck me like I deserved. The slightest touch from him, or anybody for that matter, would have sent me over the edge into a powerful orgasm, but his societal chains held him in place.
The train stopped and he was able to tear himself away. I could see him chasing after the girl as she quickly walked her tight ass away. It's not worth it, dude. He was cute, and he could do better. I suddenly felt a presence behind me, and felt a hard cock press into my hip. I quickly inhaled and, without looking back, shifted and ground my ass into that pressure.
"Mmmm, nice," came a deep, masculine voice. "That was quite a show you put on there."
"I can see you liked it," I said, rotating my hips against his erection. "You like to watch, don't you?"
"I do," he replied. "But not nearly as much as you like to show off, I think."
