Lynn thought about the words, ‘a watched pot never boils' as she stared at the clock. It seemed like it was four fifty five forever. Monday was easily the worst day of the week. Five o'clock just meant so many more hours until she was back in cubicle hell, but at least she was going to be free for the day. Finally the hands made the long awaited move, and it wasn't five oh one before she was headed toward the door. She made a beeline to the elevator bay and caught a car just as she had pressed the button to go downstairs. On her way to the subway station she thought about the conversation she'd had with him earlier in the day, just after lunch. He always sent her instant messages right around then, teasing her, telling her dirty things that he wanted to do to her, telling her how he wanted to make her finger herself at her desk. She wouldn't do it, but lord, did it make her moist. He was her afternoon playmate. She'd always tell him how bad he was for doing what he liked to do to her, but she'd never tell him to stop. It had been a long time for Lynn, truth be told, and she liked the sensations that his thoughts created between her thighs. She would sit and clench her pussy muscles together with his every comment, all the while telling him how bad he was and how wet he was making her. She knew it turned him on to think about the waves of wetness he caused to develop deep inside of her. She liked to turn him on. It made her think about the pictures he'd sent her via email. She knew she shouldn't be thinking of it now, but it pushed it's way into the fore of her thoughts, that hard black dick of his. She smiled to herself as she descended the subway stairs. Just thinking about it made her lick her lips. As much as she wanted to feel it in her pussy, she always thought of sucking it first.
She snapped out of her naughty reverie as she was greeted by a platform packed with bodies, people everywhere with the same goal as her: just get home and relax. She didn't have to go very deep onto the platform since she always rode in the very first car of the train. She hated packed platforms and subway cars though. The reality of it crashed her party and she could feel her moistness begin to wane. It was for the best, however. That was no state to ride the train in. Especially with all the strangers and bodies so tightly packed. Any one could be rubbing against her. She made a note to try and get to a spot where she could place her plump, soft ass against a door. No pervert would get his jollies off from her supple, curvaceous figure today, that was for damned sure.
She could hear the train as it rumbled through the tunnel, the lights blaring as it made it's way into the station. The car was already quite full and she found herself a position right by the doors, waiting for them to open. Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw someone familiar, she thought it was her afternoon playmate, but when she looked again she didn't see him. The doors slid open and people flushed into the subway car, filling it to capacity. She was carried in by the influx of people and Lynn found herself in the worst of spots; too far from a pole and not close enough to a seating rail. She was literally being supported by the crowd of bodies in the car. She sighed and cursed under her breath. At the same moment the doors closed and the train lurched into motion. She lost her footing for a moment, almost falling into another woman when she felt someone grab her and pull her back.
"Whoa," he said. "Watch yourself there, lil cutie."
She heard the words ‘lil cutie' and immediately knew it was him. Her afternoon playmate. He had pulled her close to him, squeezed her just so. Her cheeks reddened and in an instant she could feel the moisture begin to surge inside of her again. She couldn't believe that he was there, right there in the subway car. Right there with his arm around her waist. Right there holding her body tight to his. He gave her a wink and loosed his arm from around her waist. He pursed his lips and whispered below the roar of the subway, "Shhh…"
At the next stop, a few bodies bustled out of the car and even more pushed their way in. he managed to slide his back to the door leading from car to car and he took her along with him. Placing his back to the door she slid into place in front of him, moving her soft, full ass against his crotch, pushing back gently; partly from the crush of the crowded train car, but also because she simply wanted to feel him. She'd seen it in the pictures, his cock, but she wanted to feel it on her ass while she had an excuse. The train lurched into motion once more and she pushed back into him hard, pinning him to the door, and softly ground her ass into him. There it was. She felt it, all of it on her ass. He wasn't wearing any underwear, she could tell. She could feel the moisture building up in her. She couldn't believe she was doing this, here, on this crowded subway train. But there she was, doing it and enjoying it. She felt his hands drop to her waist, holding her in place and he began to push into her backside. She liked the feel of his cock on her ass, albeit clothed, and now she was thoroughly turned on. She could feel her nipples hardening under her bra, forming round points in her blouse. Maybe someone could see, but she didn't really care at the moment. She had made up her mind in that moment, that for all the times he had tried to make her finger herself at her job, she was going to make him cum right there on that packed train.
She inched forward as slight as she could and slipped her right hand behind her, feeling, groping for him. She found her prize and began to rub her palm up and down its length slowly. She could feel his hardness in her hand and she began to feel even bolder. She began to grasp for his zipper. Sensing what she was up to, he leaned down and, placing his lips near her ear, whispered, "Go ahead. I dare you." She was way out of bounds and she knew it, but this was way more fun than she ever had riding the subway. She eased his zipper down with a subtle flip of her wrist and slipped her hand inside. She smiled to herself as her hand contacted the warm, silky hardness. No underwear, just like I thought… She began to lightly massage and stroke it to a rhythm as the train rocked and rolled through the tunnel. His naked dick felt so good in her hand, so hot and rigid, like a smooth piece of iron warmed in an oven and wrapped in velvet. She began to clench her muscles between her legs. This was all so crazy. Her pussy was soaking wet, she could feel her lips throbbing. She couldn't stand it anymore. She slipped her hand out of his pants and zipped him up. She turned as best she could and whispered to him, "Next stop."
"Thank God," he murmured. "Another stop and I would have had to ride this thing into the yards."
The train rolled into the station and exchanged one flood of passengers for another as the pair stepped out onto the platform.
"Where to now, my luscious little friend?" He asked.
