It all was turning out to be a lousy day. I never work Saturdays, but today I had to. It had been very busy and I just wanted to get home. After paying my fare, and entering through the turnstiles, the public address system announced that we had to change for a number 4 or 5 train at Forty-second Street. I needed a number four and waited almost an hour. When it came, everyone squeezed on. We were packed like sardines in a can. This nice looking, not beautiful, woman, about 40 years old, was pressed up against me. That is when it began.
As the train lurched out of the station, her hand seemed to brush the front of my pants. I tried to withdraw but the crowd kept me very close. A moment later the train lurched again. Now her hand was gripping my cock through my pants. She was looking in my eyes and smiling. As I stiffened, she leaned against me and whispered something. I reached between us and grabbed her wrist. As I did this, her other hand took mine and guided it to her breast. She smiled to me, whispered in my ear “No one can see.” Her body stayed close and her hand continued to caress me. “It very hard. It’s so long, (gasp) I’m so hot.” She breathed and moaned into my ear. Taking my hand in hers she guided it under her skirt to her wet core. The brunette wore no underwear and gave me free access to her cunt. As she soaked my hand with her juices. Leaning toward me she whispered “we can do it here, and no one will know.”
The train lurched to a stop and more people got on. We were pressed even closer together. My zipper was undone by this strange woman. Her hand reached inside and her long nails caressed my balls, as my thumb caressed her clit. A low sexy moan caressed my ears, as her hand wrapped around my hardon. Then she dropped her purse. “ I gotta pick up my purse.”
Down to her knees she went. Nobody seemed to notice. Her hands fished out my boner as she looked up at me and smiled. As the tunnel darkened, my hard cock was engulfed in her warm wet mouth. As this woman proved that she was a great cock sucker, I closed my eyes and prayed the other commuters could not see her or hear my moans of pleasure. “Station coming up. Get up” She stood up keeping her purse in front of my exposed organ. Leaning against me she kissed and licked my neck. The train stopped and a few passengers got off, but not enough to make much difference.
The doors closed and the train lurched forward. Our bodies were pushed together once again this time she lifted her skirt in front. As I crouched lower, I felt my penis rubbing against her vulva. She groaned and clamped her thighs around my cock. Trapped as it was this caused delicious friction between us as the train bumped and shook. We did not have to move as the train caused a constantly changing fucking motion. She wrapped her arms around my neck and asked “do you want to fuck me?"
"Here?"
"Sure"
