Mz Rainbow Takes The Train

Eyed closed, sitting wedged in between people, squeezing her legs hard together to stop herself from shaking and biting her lip to stop the inevitable noises, desperately trying to keep her breathing regular and not huff and puff down her nose, the orgasm tore through her and just kept coming. The two vibrators raged on, clearly set to high and not showing any signs of stopping as the red hot packed commuter tube pulled into the next station, and juddered to a stop.

She had no idea where she was and hadn't done since the train pulled out of the station she usually got off at, where she'd been unable to stand up for fear of losing control. She held tight as people shuffled on and off, the lady next to her getting up and being replaced and as the doors closed and the train pulled out, just like that, it was all over, and the vibrators stopped. Moments later her phone pinged and not caring if it was overseen she pulled it out to read the message.

"Well done little slut"

How had she ever got here, traveling back from work at the mercy of a stranger and trying not to humiliate herself with screaming orgasms on the Circle line? It all started a few weeks before...

The society's email sounded like any of the others: " We notice that you have expressed an interest in blah blah blah; one of our other members has blah blah blah," but this one had very different instructions.

"If you wish to engage, write "I am a dirty little slut" on the Mama Mia poster in the middle of Platform 4 at the tube stop you get off at for work."

Normally there were dates for a party or addresses to meet at, or memorably lies about a private car that ended up with her trussed up and nailed into a packing case, objectified and transported like a House of Gord episode, but never anything so public.

That evening she worked late, took a late gym class, and then when the platform was at its quietest but not empty, took out a Sharpie she'd taken from work and graffitied the poster, mortified that somebody would see her. She was such a good girl, she'd never done anything like this before.

The parcel arrived a few days later and contained a neat purple vibrator and a note. "For your return journey, usual time. Charge it well first." When she turned it on it didn't vibrate, but the little blue LED flashed angrily and nothing else happened. She turned it off and as instructed, charged it, packing it into her shoulder bag for work the next day, trying to forget about it.

The day dragged on and was supremely normal, other than the sex toy in her bag that she tried to forget about. As the day drew to a close and people drifted off she packed up and then popped into the loos next to the lifts, taking a cubical and staring at the toy for far too long before turning it on, terrified it would start vibrating but once again, just the angry blinking.

"Fuck it, whatever," she thought, licked its length to help it in, and eased it into her pussy, pulling her knickers to one side and finding she was wetter than expected. It slid into place, not being huge, but comfortable, and deeper than expected. Settling her clothes back into place she washed her hands and headed out.

The Tube station was only a couple of minutes away and the street was busy, but it felt like it took an age. This wasn't her first rodeo being stuffed full of rubber cock in public, but knowing that somebody else knew made her eye every passing stranger, looking for some recognition. Heading down the stairs into the busy station, queuing for the gates, and finally finding herself on the platform jammed in with all the other office drones, she realizes she's next to the poster she wrote on. She can't resist taking a peek, about to get her phone out to take a picture for the future and then she realizes that right there under her statement "I am a dirty slut" somebody has written, in remarkably neat handwriting, "Hold on tight".

Is it a coincidence? A joke she doesn't get? A message from the other member she's been matched with? Before she can think any more about it, the train pulls in and people start to board. Just as she steps up into the carriage (careful to mind the gap), the vibrator starts to gently hum. She freezes for a moment, caught unaware, that terrified people can hear it, even on this lowest setting. It's then in her, gently thrumming away to itself, and she's trying to negotiate the busy train, aiming for the only empty seat, trying to concentrate.

She makes it to the seat, sits down, and tries to relax into the feelings. It must be remote controlled. Somebody else, presumably on this train, knows that she's sat there with a purple vibrator in her.

The vibrations are getting gently more intense. She can't help crossing her arms to squeeze her tits, feeling her nipples pushing into her palms and even picking them a little, sure nobody can see. This goes on for two stops, the vibrator never getting any more intense, but her body gently building up to an organism. If it wasn't for the situation she'd never be able to get off on this, but knowing that somebody else in this carriage is watching, silently judging her, maybe even guessing about her stiff nipples and soaking thighs is just screamingly hot and she knows that if it continues, she will end up cumming.

The train plunges into an unlit tunnel and it's suddenly much darker and very noisy. The vibrator goes wild, clearly turned up and she feels herself almost over the top, so close to cumming, and not terrified that people must be able to hear it surely? She lets herself go and pinching her nipples as hard as she dares, gives out a little cry as she orgasms, still deep in the screeching dark noisy tunnel, gasping for breath as it passes and they come out into the light, the train slowing for her stop.

She tries to get herself together and realises that she had actually been more noisy than she wanted to be, but the tunnel helped cover it and if she can just make it off the train and out into the open air she'll be ok. The vibrator has stopped, as if the person controlling it must have known she'd come, and is still.

As she leaves the train her phone pings. "If you enjoy that, you dirty little slut, leave me another message on a poster at your usual stop."

She knew she would. She even knew what she would write next time, later after work, terrified somebody would see, the perfect balance of crude language she'd never use and her fancy penmanship. "I like it up the arse too."