Chrissy cleaned up the breakfast dishes, then trotted upstairs. She was eager to try out her butterfly, the real test with clothes on, in public. Her friend had extolled the delights of using Joni's Butterfly under her clothes, so even in public, no one would know. Could the marvelous little device actually be concealed well enough under her clothes? Chrissy hoped so as she pulled her butterfly up her legs, and nestled it in her pubic triangle, adjusting the straps so it fit snugly in the contour. She slipped her panties on and wondered about what to wear, a skirt or jeans.
She looked at herself in the mirror, it looked like she had a somewhat more prominent mound. She took out her skin-tight denims, and pulled them on, and checked out her reflection. She smiled, the jeans hugged her, pressing her butterfly tightly against her sex, hiding her secret, it didn't look like anything was amiss. No one would notice, there wouldn't be the slightest suspicion that under her skin-hugging denims, Chrissy's body was being stimulated like never before.
She slipped the battery case into the waistband of her jeans, it made a small bulge against her side, but her jacket easily covered that up.
With her Butterfly snuggled against her, now it was time to put it to the test. Chrissy drove to the train station and boarded one of the commuter trains to Grand Central. With it being well past the early morning rush, the train had lots of empty seats, and she swung into one and looked out the window.
The train started to move, slowly at first, then picked up speed. Chrissy looked around, and saw no one sitting close to or watching her, perched on her seat, she reached inside her jacket to the waistband of her jeans and switched on the battery case. Chrissy liked to wear her tight jeans, the way the crotch seam would press against her panties, and her smooth, well-waxed pussy, making her pussy throb with hot sensations. With the snugness of her skin-tight denims keeping her Butterfly pressed against her sex, the sensation was incredible.
The pulsations flowed between Chrissy's legs, urging her on gently to lubricate, humming so quietly she couldn't even hear it, but she sure felt it. In a few moments her legs were slightly apart and her mouth open, little gasps escaping her lips at the gentle, throbbing pulsing on her bare pussy lips made the hot wetness flow, oh god, it was heavenly.
Chrissy tensed her vaginal muscles, the vibrations coming through the seat from the train's wheels passing over the rails added to the feelings pulsing against her sex. It felt incredible, watching the scenery, catching glimpses of people while she was unabashedly pleasuring herself in the most intimate manner. Chrissy felt wickedly, totally sensual.
She looked over and noticed a man had moved up and was now sitting just across the aisle from her. He had noticed the show and was watching with an eager expression. Chrissy thought about stopping, but it felt too good. And, the fact that he looked somewhat like her dad, an older, more mature gent, and his cock was straining against his pants, he had a hard, horny bulge, and a pair of aching balls, hit her prick tease button.
Crossing her arms, Chrissy slipped her right hand inside her jacket and cupped her left breast. She had deliberately gone without a bra and she could feel her nipple, rock hard and poking eagerly at the front of her sweater. Her other hand soon joined in on her left breast.
Chrissy's thumbs and forefingers joined in, she teased her straining nipples gently, then twirling around the firmness, squirming on the seat as the nub gently churned against her lips. She could feel her juices flowing, dampness coated the grooves and she clenched her teeth, breathing through parted lips, inhaling more deeply and quickly, her breasts rising and falling to the tempo.
The man had moved over and was now sitting in front of her. He opened his pants, and his hard cock surged out, Ummm, such a nice, hard cock. He started to slide his fingers up and down the shaft, and Chrissy looked at him, shook her head, and formed a no with her mouth.
Now that Daddy had taken her mouth virginity, in her mind, she was now free to suck a cock, a different cock. It was a beauty, thick and hard, curving slightly as it rose up, Chrissy could feel the throbs deep down, so hard, so thick, so eager with need. This was one fellow she was not going to leave with a set of aching blue balls.
"Watch me cum, then let me suck that hard cock, mmmmm, I can't wait!" Chrissy gasped.
Chrissy's legs pressed tightly together while under her jacket she stroked and caressed her breasts, tweaking at her nipples a little harder, feeling the sweet throbs race to her pussy. Chrissy's breathing got quicker, unsteady, and deepening as the orgasm came closer and closer. Then she shifted on the seat and felt the delicious stab of pleasure from her clit, aroused and straining, pressed against the tightness of her crotch.
Her butterfly shifted slightly when she crossed her legs and pressed even tighter against her, the vibrations directly on her clit, and that was the last little push Chrissy needed. She let out stifled cries of pleasure, squirming around wildly on the seat, reveling in the creaming rush of her orgasmic wave, her body shuddering in pleasure.
Letting the spasms sweep through her, while having a man with a hard, eager cock watching, oh this was so hot. She reached to the waistband of her jeans and switched off her butterfly after the last spasm of her orgasm had passed through her.
She opened her eyes and looked over at the gentleman, the eager smile and the rock-hard cock that awaited her, and instead of teasing this one, she wanted it.
"Show me your tits baby, I wanna see those big melons!"
She looked around, and saw the rest of the car was empty, why not?
She stood up, her legs a bit rubbery, and stood in front of him. With a big smile, she slipped off her jacket, then reaching down, she grasped the corners of her sweater, pulling it up and over her head, then tossing it on the seat in one fluid motion.
