"Oh My God" she breathed as the lights suddenly went out. The subway train came to a screeching halt. It was a warm summers evening and she had worn a light sundress because of the warmth earlier in the day.
Thinking she would take a shortcut through town and visit her sister, Michelle sat with her purse clasped tightly in her hand. She nervously looked around the room. The emergency lights came on and in the garish light, she noticed that she was the only woman in the subway car.
Four men sat looking at each other and Michelle wondering when the subway would begin again. A voice came over the intercom; "There has been an accident on the tracks. The subway should be re-opened again in an hour." Michelle breathed a sigh of relief and thought to herself, "what can happen in an hour."
Unthinkingly she crossed her long shapely legs. Her sundress was short, falling to mid-thigh, giving the four occupants of the subway car a good look at her tanned legs. As she flipped open her little compact she didn't notice that the strap fell down her lightly muscled, tanned arm and her cleavage was amply displayed for the men around her. She looked at herself in her little mirror, surveying her honey-blonde hair and her kohl-rimmed brown eyes. Deciding that she needed just a little lipstick, she swabbed the red color across her full lower lip.
She noticed the silence and looked up to find four pairs of hungry eyes surveying her ministrations. Michelle smiled a little awkwardly and replaced her cosmetics in her purse. One man asked her name. She smiled and told him "Michelle" and he smiled a white-toothed grin at her. His eyes crinkled slightly with the smile, and she thought that his face suited his dark, muscular body.
The man stood up and stretched. Through his vest, she could see a hairy chest, and she inhaled when she saw the bulge that was evident in his pants. She looked to see that he had seen where her gaze had wandered. He smiled a somewhat predatory smile that made her heart skip a beat, though from lust or fright, she wasn't sure which.
He told her his name was Adam and that he intended to fuck her right here and now on this subway car. Her eyes opened wide in surprise and she was even more surprised that there was a wetness in her crotch that spoke more of lust than fear. The other men in the car were openly leering at her and one leaned over and flicked his nail over her nipple.
"Oh, this is a hot one alright," he grinned, and his hand moved to cup her tit tightly. Another man moved in to the other side, and his hand slid up her arm and his fingers walked across her chest and started down the front of her sun dress. She gasped in alarm. TO have two total strangers here in a subway, rubbing her tits was terrifying, electrifying and the hottest thing she had ever had happen. She looked at Adam, who was sitting opposite her. He motioned her to spread her legs. After a brief hesitation she opened them slightly. Her shapely legs were a wondrous frame for the hairless shaved pussy that was displayed.
He motioned for her to move them further open. She obeyed, amazed at the lack of discipline she was displaying. The men at her tits, the one on the right, in his mid-forties, with graying hair and the other in his mid-thirties slid their free hands down her body. Before she knew, she had their hands on her tits and now sliding up her naked thighs. She was shaking and didn't know what to expect next. Suddenly she felt hard male fingers as they reached her cunt. Two fingers slid into her hot core. One finger from each man. She couldn't believe it was happening. She was being finger-fucked by two strangers at the same time. Her head fell back and she moaned.