It was 8:52. I had exactly 8 minutes until I had to get to class before my final exam began. Skipping the congested halls would save me a few minutes, but by running outside the engineering department I risked icy terrain and the attention of the warden. I grimaced, she had already yelled at me once, and threatened to report me if I did it again. I'd have to risk it.
The grind of the train started to slow, and I began to absentmindedly gather my things. I looked up from the map on my phone, but didn't see the familiar signs of University Ave. The gray walls of the tunnel still slowly passed by, and we weren't even close to arriving. I groaned, there was no way I would make it on time with a train shutting down in the middle of the tunnel. The new AI software on the trains was supposed to make them more efficient, but they had to be restarted so frequently since they hallucinated obstacles on the tracks.
Looking around, I was surprised to see that the train compartment was practically empty. I'd been too absorbed on my phone to realize the oddity of it. Where did all the people go? At rush hour? There was only one person left, smiling serenely out the window as the train ground to a halt.
The speaker clicked to life above my head. Click. "Hello, apologies for the delay. A potential railway blocker has been identified on our trip. Safety is our priority. We will resume your journey shortly." Click.
I groaned.
The other passenger spoke up with a smile, "Got somewhere to be?"
"I did", I grumbled, "there's no way I'm going to make it on time now. It'll take them ten minutes to connect to the remote operator, and then another ten to restart the software."
I did a double take as I met her eyes. I could have sworn I had seen her before. Tall, dark haired, and obviously in shape, she lounged comfortably in the chair next to me. I followed the smooth skin of her neck down toward her chest, feeling a rush as I saw her nipples stand out against her yellow sundress.
It's just cold, I thought to myself.
I realized I had been blatantly staring at her for too long. Feeling heat rising to my face, I looked away.
She chuckled. "Lucky me then! I get to spend at least twenty minutes getting to know you!" She shifted in her seat.
"Sorry about..." She gestured vaguely at her chest. "I didn't mean to put you in an uncomfortable situation. I was leaving in a rush and didn't have time to put on a bra. Plus, don't you think it's kinda hot?"
"What?"
"You know, twenty minutes to kill. We're the only ones here... We could get up to anything in that amount of time."
I blushed, not knowing what to say. She shifted in her seat, and I caught her scent wafting over me. She smelled like the rain, and I breathed her essence deeply through my nose. I shifted my sweater to cover my growing erection in my pants.
Suddenly she stood and crossed the distance between us. She put a hand on each side of my head, grasping the metal bar. Leaning in, her breath tickling my ear she whispered "I want to hold you down. I want your cock pulsing in my throat as you release into me. My pussy will be just above your head, just out of reach as I drip onto your face from how turned on I am."
"Uhh, What?" I said. I was in shock. My brain was running on overdrive trying to process what she had just said. My cock grew even harder under my sweater, and I kicked myself for suddenly being unable to form coherent sentences.
"Or we could just stay on our phones until the train starts up again. You can be late for class, and keep going on your day." She leaned back into her seat again, pushing her hair out of her eyes. "Your choice. I don't want to pressure you into anything you don't want to do."
"I think I'd like that", I stammered.
"You think?" She raised an eyebrow.
"I'd like that". I blushed again. I felt hot and my heart was pounding. I was struggling to think clearly.
She smiled. She quickly closed the distance between us, and still standing, spread my knees apart with her own. She reached down to where I was sitting and threw the sweater off my lap. My cock bulged at the seam of my pants, struggling to be free.
Smiling as she stood above me, her hands drifted over her hardened nipples, teasing at her curves. Her hands continued down past the hem of her dress. Lifting it so I could see her slide her middle finger through her dripping slit. Her glistening finger found its way to my mouth, sliding in and along my tongue.
She stared deep into my eyes. I stared back, transfixed as her finger pushed harder against my tongue. Her eyes turned a golden yellow.
What the fuck?
