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I have to admit that I have always wanted to see a man jerk off in public but it had to be the right guy. Sure I have given hand jobs to boy friends, even a few I just met, but not a total stranger. Not where there was a risk of getting caught.
I was on the subway last year and noticed a very well dressed middle aged guy reading a newspaper but something about his movement made me curious. I think it was the furtive looks he was making over the top of the paper, but I started to look at him without looking like I was noticing. It was then that I realised he was jerking off behind his paper.
Every so often I would catch a glimpse of his cock, upright out of his fly under the bottom edge of the paper. We were alone on the car at that time of the day and I was sort of across from him. I thought about leaving and catching another train when I realised that he wasn't really a threat, in fact he didn't seem to want me to notice.
I have to admit that it turned me on and as I squeezed my legs together I began thinking about doing something more effective. So what better way to turn the tables on a public masturbator than to give him the same show? I held up my folded paper to make what I was doing less obvious but I just hiked up my skirt, pulled my thong aside and started frigging with two fingers while I held the opened paper in my trembling other hand.
He continued to jerk with abandon, getting more brazen as through glimpses, I could see that his hard on looked huge. I realised that if he ever put his paper down what I was doing would be obvious, since he could clearly see, but not as long as this 'mutual reading' continued. I never could get off with just subtlety.
I guess my noise and disinterest in reading gave me away, for after a couple of stations I realised he was looking right at me. I was too far gone to care. I just tossed the stupid paper away and unbuttoned my blouse and let my erect nipples appear between my fingers while shoving fingers from my other hand into my sopping vagina. I smiled. My grandmother always said 'When in doubt, smile!', so I did. He just sat there with his paper on the seat, hard on in his hand and his mouth half open!
After a few seconds I started writhing and coming. After a moment of shattering, leg trembling orgasm, I looked over, no longer caring what he did or what he saw and I came again when I saw and heard him grunt and blow a double load onto the floor between us. Not bad for an older guy!!
We met later on the platform and exchanged details. He is a sweet guy who was just not getting enough at home. Now we often meet at the train station and make each other come whenever we can, sometimes sharing the same paper.