A Side of Shakespeare With My Orgasm Please

Do many of these stories actually happen? The thought of having someone rub me off on a train gets me instantaneously wet, but when I think of how the public transit works in my city, I just think, "how is it possible without getting caught?" What are some of your fantasies? Part of this is true, but this is how I wish the evening would have ended. Well, let me take you through one of mine... There's something about her. I feel a sexual charge when I am around her. I've never experienced anything like this. I've always had bicurious thoughts, but due to my upbringing I often suppressed them. But she makes me feel different. She makes me want to open up all of myself to her - mind, body, and soul. What is it about her? Is it the way she makes me feel when I'm around her? Is it her long auburn hair? Maybe it's her tomboyish yet somewhat feminine body. She's not got very big breasts, but I imagine that I could fit the whole of them in my mouth if I tried, sucking and nibbling on her nipples. She has an assignment for school. She has to go see a Shakespeare play at the local play house. I don't quite remember how it all came about, but I wound up going with her. In my mind I almost felt like we were on a date, at least that's what I hoped it was. I secretly hoped she would brush her hand against mine, grabbing my hand in hers. I wanted her to place her hand on my thigh and slowly move her hand inward while I looked around to see if anyone was watching. My heart is racing, my breathing is labored, my skin is flushed. She is looking at me with lust in her eyes, licking her lips while she slowly caresses my thigh and works her way closer to my pussy. We are sitting in an open theatre, watching The Comedy of Errors, our actions barely blocked by our table. Our neighbors could look over at any second and see what is going on. I cannot believe she is finally touching me! My panties are wet and my breath hitches as I anticipate her next move. She stops, waiting with her hand just a fraction of an inch from my pussy. The waiter comes up and asks us if we need anything. "No thank you," she replies. He looks quizzically at me, then her, and back at me. He shakes his head as he walks away. She looks at me and gives me that sexy smirk that only she can give. She continues her journey... She rubs me first on the outside of my panties. She leans in and says, "I guess you like this huh?" So I shouldn't stop then?" as she stops rubbing for a second. I let out a slight puff of air in my breath and shake my head no. My eyes plead with her to continue. I take my hand and place it on top of hers, guiding her hand to continue its exploration. She pushes my panties to the side and runs two finger up and down my slit. I close my eyes and let out a soft moan, trying to be quiet. The person beside me says "sshhh" in a rude tone. She rubs my clit in slow circles, just how I like it. Then she cups my pussy and inserts a finger inside me while hitting my clit with the palm of her hand. I'm still holding on to her hand, moving my hand along with hers. She starts planting soft whisper-like kisses on my neck, nibbling on my ear lobe, whispering, "cum for me baby." She picks up speed, thrusting more rapidly and inserting a second finger. She takes her thumb and rubs my clit as the other two fingers move in and out of me. I slowly move my hips to meet her movement, trying not to piss off the girl next to me. I can feel it coming, that sweet sweet feeling of release and pure ecstasy. I'm so close. She continues rubbing on my clit, thrusting her fingers, and then without me even noticing, takes her other hand and rubs my right nipple through my shirt. That's all it took. My body shakes and quivers as I release. She leaves her hand inside me, whispering in my ear that she loves the feel of me cumming on her hand. When I finished, she takes her hand out from under my skirt and slowly licks her fingers. She places one on my lips for me to lick also. I take her finger and suck on it, showing her what's to come for her when we get home...