The subway car was full of people crushed on each other as they waited to get to their stop. I was against the out-of-order door, observing the landscape outside: it passed quickly under my eyes.
A sudden stop: a body hit my back. No excuses coming out his mouth: I could smell the scent of his aftershave invading my nostrils.
His hand slipped stealthily under my ruffled skirt and began stroking the thin pantyhose. Up and down tracing the inner thigh. A long shiver ran down my spine: I knew what was happening but my body was trapped between the desire to escape and the desire to sink into that fascinating promise of pleasure that grips my belly.
"Unbutton your shirt" the voice was deep and hoarse. My hands were shaking: I wasn't wearing the bra that day.
"Don't be shy" with his fingertips the stranger traced the entrance of my flower until he hit the sensitive bud at its apex. Index and thumb pushed inwards reaching the pearl hidden by the thick under lips. When he found my treasure he began a courtship made of slow circular strokes.
Deep shivers shook my body. The excitement throbbed to the rhythm of my heartbeat: fast and overbearing.
My uncertain fingers began to unbutton the shirt, setting the florid breasts free. Inverted nipples bloomed in large dark pink aeoles.
"Sexy"
The man was intrigued and excited: the hard shaft rubbed against the slit between my asscheeks.
A hand reached her heavy breast and began grope testing their consistency.
"I'll suck them until they come out"
A soft moan left my lips before he grabbed my chin and turned me towards him. The kiss was the intertwining of wet tongues, an oral embrace that culminated in a detachment full of promises.
"Looks ahead" in front of me there were his fingers wet and sticky with pussy juices. He ran them over my lips before forcing them into my mouth. I sucked greedily.
"Do you like it?"
