Another crowded underground journey home. We’re crammed into the carriage, your body braced against the partition as harried commuters squeeze past to get off. I notice one or two are squeezing past you rather slowly, in a bid to get themselves off, perhaps.
Another male arm brushes over your breasts while its owner leers down your tight white shirt.
You enjoy knowing that every man in the carriage would love to be pushed up against you, with the swaying of the train giving him the excuse to cop a feel. And you love knowing that that’s just what I’m thinking about.
The doors close, and I’m pushed against you again. A smile flits across your lips, and your tongue moistens them as you relax against my body, your breasts pushing their way up and almost out of the shirt. I breathe out slowly, my mouth only inches away from your throat, as I gaze lovingly down between those firm, creamy, full mounds. As the train jerks round a bend in the track, its motion pulls me away from you, and I see your nipples are hard and stiff. I swing back to you, and as I put out my hand to steady myself, I brush against the straining fabric of your shirt, and feel the flesh beneath. The blouse pulls slightly away, and the lace cup peeps out. Your lips part.
Now we’re hip to hip. You can feel the thrust of my stiff cock as the train sways, and you know the softness of your belly is driving me crazy. I edge my knee between your legs, but you won’t open them. I look down at your eyes, and, infuriatingly, you’re refusing to respond to my urgent stare. Ok, if you’re playing games …
I move my knee away, and drop my hand down to your hip, then lower to the hem of your skirt. You look at me then, biting your lip, and shaking your head slightly.
But no-one can see through the crush of bodies around us. I grasp the hem of your short black skirt and ease it slowly upwards, letting my finger trail lightly over the nylon, up to the smooth bare flesh of the inside of your thigh. Your hand is on top of mine, trying to stop me, but with less conviction as I get higher.
Now your skirt is up at the top of your legs, and my fingers are hovering over the panties, your thighs quivering. Then we’re pushed together as the train stops, and another throng of passengers disembarks. You let your head fall to my shoulder, anxious not to catch anyone’s eye in case they glance down to see where my hand is busy between your legs, even though your coat is covering us. Your panties are wet through, you horny little doll…
As the train pulls out the station, I probe your pussy through the fabric, making you wriggle under my touch, your clit engorged. I slide my fingers underneath and into the wetness, feeling you tighten round them. Your breasts are crushed against my chest, and I can feel your nipples through my shirt. A little more, and you’ll be on the verge. Then we’ll see if you can cum silently, or if you won’t be able to contain your moans and shudders while the passengers stare …
Then your hand goes to my fly. That’s better – give me a squeeze through my trousers. But then I feel my zip being opened and you’re reaching inside. Oh no, that’s going too far – if you get my cock out, someone will notice. But by the time I can move my other hand round to stop you, you’ve freed it and it’s lodged firmly between us.
You reach behind me and pull me closer, your coat covering us from any prying eyes. The train’s motion is having an ever more arousing effect on me, and my rigid cock is rubbing on the smooth fabric of your skirt. Your thighs open, and you pull the skirt up under the coat, leaving your legs bare. My hands go to your buttocks, and I lift you onto your toes so that my cock is almost level with your pussy. I can’t hold back much longer now, the friction and the swaying of the train is bringing me to the brink. I guide it home, pushing your panties to the side, and cum instantly, gushing into your welcoming velvet warmth.
You’ve had no chance to reach orgasm yourself. But, from the look on your face, I know that the journey home is just the start of a long, horny night, and when we get there, I’m going to be ready
