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The Subway

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The Subway by JulesIt's 5:00 and you are headed to the subway for another jam-packed train ride home. Reluctantly boarding the cramped compartment you force your way through the crowd staking out a nice little spot near a floor pole. Dropping your bag at your feet you give your short skirt and casual top a little adjustment as the doors close and the train lumbers into motion. Whining and scraping its way of the station it quickly gathers speed barreling into the open darkness under the city. This car is really crowded and as the train rocks and twists along the tracks you can feel your fellow commuters pushing against you. You yourself bumping and pressing into those around you. The softness of a long cotton dress strokes your calf and you can feel part of an arm resting against your left side. A small breast is pressing firmly into the middle of your back and you can feel your own breasts lightly brushing against the back of a short, balding middle aged man in a charcoal suit. All around you body parts are being squashed and pinched, released and freed…the rocking of the train making everyone collide with each other in some shape or fashion.The lights flicker and the screech of metallic brakes grate your ears as the train pulls into the next station. Jolting to a stop the occupants of the car make a human wave washing forward and then back slowly coming to rest as people gather their things preparing to leave. The fake bell dings and as the doors open you are given a moment's reprieve as others disembark, pleased to find you can move about with a little freedom. A light, warm breeze blows through the open doors filling the car with the warm dank smell of the subway.The car is already quite warm from the collective body heat and you pull your top back & forth trying to circulate some air. You can feel yourself being pressed into again as a new group of riders steadily pack themselves into the car. You catch a glimpse of people here and there and in the dull reflections of the windows. There is an occasional cute face, but most of what you see is weary commuters who are too frazzled or tired to exude any degree of real charm.Two dings of the synthetic bell and the doors close…the train jerking its way to a start. You can feel yourself falling back, surprised to be suddenly stopped by a solid frame. Fumbling a bit you step on a dusty brown cowboy boot with pointed toes. The foot obviously belongs to the person you just bumped into and you quietly apologize with a "Sorry." The stranger replies with a deep, husky "No Problem."The deep voice piques your curiosity and you try to turn around to look. Unfortunately the crowd has shifted and you're practically resting against this man's chest. Not really wanting to stretch your neck to bump noses with him you let your stare wander about the car. Leaning as far as space will allow you try and catch a glimpse of his reflection in a window somewhere but you find all you can see is a sinewy arm wrapped in a clingy white t-shirt flowing into a thick shoulder and the edge of what looks like a rather solid chest. His face is nowhere in view.The train continues to shift as it barrels down the tracks and you can feel his chest pressing against your back…or is it your back pressing against his chest? Shuffling your feet a bit you can feel the texture of his well worn jeans against your lower leg. Stray arms and elbows seem to be in a conspiracy to keep you stuck in place and as you try to shift your position your ass gently rubs against the inner thigh of the faceless man behind you. Finally straightened out and adjusted you start to settle yourself between the tall stranger and the pole when your senses begin to pick up on something going on behind you. Can you?…is it?… Yes…it feels like…yes…yes you can feel a warm bulge against your ass as it brushes against his solid thigh. Curious to see if it is a large pocketed item or something else you keep your cheeks pressed firmly in place for a moment. You can feel the bulge growing…creeping down his leg…a little spark shoots through your navel, slowly bursting into a warm glow that washes through your hips and thighs. You giggle just a little at the thrill, knowing that your fine fanny is the cause of the steadily swelling erection behind you. Gently biting the tip of your tongue you draw a deep breath through your nose as you notice that he has made no attempt to pull away.You try again to look around…but there is no way of doing it inconspicuously, the faceless man's chest resting firmly against your back. Your left breast rubs against your upper arm which is now cramped against the pole for leverage and your right breast rests softly against another woman's shoulder blade. The train rolls on…steadily brushing your nipples with its swinging rhythm, the first dewy beads of moisture beginning to lick at the soft mouth between your legs. The faceless man behind you has not moved at all save the rolling of the train and you can now feel a very full…very thick…very hard cock nestled firmly against the cleft of your cheeks. You give an intentional wiggle just to let it and its owner know you are enjoying their presence. Closing your eyes for a moment you allow yourself to savor the feeling of his maleness against you…the heat and hardness making you feel incredibly sexy. The little smile on your face shrinks to a tiny "o" as a warm hand squeezes the inside of your left thigh, just an inch below your crotch. Gritting your teeth with an instinctive hiss you clamp your thighs shut, trapping the hand as your body stiffens…heart pounding in your chest…warm fire flooding through you as the adrenaline hits…now unsure of how to proceed. The rocking of the train has become steady now and the hand, motionless for a moment begins gently stroking your inner thigh, fingertips grazing the soft skin hidden under your skirt. You can feel yourself unwinding…slowly beginning to relax, that blast of excitement and fear slowly blossoming into tingling desire and a familiar delicious itch. His hand is large and slightly rough, callused…definitely the hand of a man. It dances across your inner thighs…stroking slowly…the edges of his fingernails dragging across your smooth skin. His touch reaches the back of your knee and stops just shy of the legband of your panties… lingering for a moment…apparently waiting to see if you approve of the attention. Briefly touching your thighs together you give the fingers a little squeeze, the gently trickling wetness already making a difference in the way your lips glide against each other as you shift your legs. Taking this as a green light the hand drifts to your other thigh giving it the same lush treatment.You wonder if the woman in front of you has noticed the stiff nipple against her back because she seems to be adjusting her position an awful lot. This little added sensation makes your head spin, the danger…the inappropriateness …the audience…the anonymity…the sheer thrill of it…all of it adding to the physical stimulation…your pussy gushing helplessly in a languid wave of desire. The growing heat between your legs does not go unnoticed by the hand under your skirt and a finger begins to dance around your swollen lips. One finger earnestly plays with your pouting petals through the wonderful wetness of your silk undies, pressing the slick fabric against you…probing and stroking your folds…strategically avoiding your throbbing clit. You have to bite down on your lip to keep quiet, don't want to alert others to your little adventure. The cheeks of your ass rub and stroke that wonderful bulge behind you as you think about reaching around and sinking your fingers into its fullness. Frowning as you find your arm trapped in place by the tall expressionless man standing next to you.His finger begins wriggling its way under the legband of your panties and you can feel the kiss of his warm flesh against your soaked lips…closing your eyes…your breath escaping in a long smoldering hiss, you let yourself drown in the pleasure of his touch. You can feel your knees buckle slightly as another finger joins in, smearing the honey against your velvet folds. A sharp little cry escapes your mouth as the slick digit takes a long, slow swipe across your aching clit…your body stiffens and you thrust your hips down and back searching for more contact. Coughing into your arm as you try and cover your little exclamation. The woman in front of you has definitely noticed the hard nipple digging into her back and is in fact pushing back against it, rubbing her shoulder blade in a little circle. Opening your eyes to the dull artificial light bathing the car you try in vain to catch a glimpse of him, but all you can see is that white t-shirt and thick arm. Brakes squeal as the car pulls into another station and suddenly that thick arm comes flying past your cheek gabbing the pole for balance. You can feel his cock straining against the wall of it's denim prison…pressing hard into your ass as the train grinds to a halt…his middle finger slamming into you with the force of the jolt…his index finger mashing your clit. Twists of pleasure squirm through your body in a little, mini-quake forcing a cry/grunt through your gritted teeth. Taking a deep breath and regaining some composure the doors open and the woman in front of you turns her head and smiles. She holds your gaze for a moment and looks over your shoulder and her smile spreads just a little wider. Still in a bit of a daze from the explosive stop you smile back, "I really hate riding the train. All of these sudden stops and the damn screeching brakes…it makes me jumpy." Turning her head back towards the front of the car she gives your breast a long hard rub with her shoulder, the smile still on her face as she replies, "I know what you mean."Expecting the ebb that comes with the changing of stations you are surprised to find that it seems that no one has gotten off and another 100 people have gotten on. You find yourself squished even tighter against your fellow commuters as the stranger's finger squishes and stirs inside you. His long index finger starts a steady, gentle rhythm against your little love button as the soft delicate fingers of your new-found friend in front begin to caress your naked knee.As the train jerks to a start and speeds into the darkness of the tunnel you can feel yourself being drawn back down between your legs, your body becoming a steady pulse of boiling pleasure. Your sex is drooling freely now, the arousal oozing down the inside of your thighs . You can't believe how much this is turning you on. Here you are…half-trapped in a crowded subway car…being fingered by a stranger you can't see and some woman you don't know running her fingers up and down your leg. You gently roll your tongue along the edge of your teeth…letting yourself be swallowed by the moment.Brushing against the thick arm by your cheek you can smell the light, manly scent of fresh sweat and a hint of Drakkar. Light hairs tickle your nose and you can't resist taking a tiny lick against the bottom of his swelling bicep. The taste of his skin fills your mouth as you silently wish for the space to turn around so you can bury your face in his chest. Smelling and tasting him fully, able to unbutton and unzip his jeans…free his cock…feel its fullness…run your fingers along the thick shaft…feel his pulsing heat…squeeze his hardness …touch the softness of his delicate head…stroke his length…brush your fingers against his heavy balls…Oh God!…to just kneel down in front of him and suck him off with all of these strangers watching…your mind fills with a silky haze…wonderfully dirty and decadent pictures flashing through you as his finger twists in and out with a steady, powerful rhythm.Softly opening your eyes you can feel his fingers begin to slow…gently easing from your clutching pussy, leaving you empty. His hand gone. You arch your back with a little whine…aching for something…anything to brush against you. Your clit feels like a ripe peach, so swollen and full of nectar…ready to explode with the slightest touch. You can't reach it. You try rocking your hips but the stranger's leg has your thighs parted just above your knees and the pressure just isn't enough. Eyes closing with a whimper, you can feel the want building…so thick and rich you can feel it welling up in the back of your throat, spilling into your mouth. The heat of the car is stifling, the air a stale mix of cologne, perfume, sweat, sour B.O…the smell of the subway.The woman's hand starts to tickle the inside of your thigh, slowly snaking its way up to your crotch. The faceless stranger's hips pull away slightly, his hand working against the back of your beautiful ass. You'd give anything…ANYTHING to be able to get a hand down between your legs, but there's no way to get an arm free without elbowing an elderly gentleman in the face or strangling the woman in front of you…the passion throbbing through every inch of your body. You stifle a tiny whimper as you feel the warm flesh of the faceless stranger touch the naked skin of your cheeks. That whimper dissolves to a groan realizing it is the hot pulsing head of his cock poking against the cleft of your bottom…you let your head fall back…swooning at the sensation of the soft skin and rock hard flesh drifting along the inside of your slippery left thigh. A finger sweeps aside the legband of your panties as the smooth swollen head glides across your glistening lips, the shaft dragging them forward, pushing until he begins to poke against the soaked front of your panties. Your knees buckle and you bury your face in the crook of his arm trying to keep it together, but when the thick ridge along the head of his cock brushes the length of your clit your body explodes and you surrender to a silent, mind-bending orgasm. Your body shudders…alive with bursting colors…waves of pleasure crashing all around you, the train, the passengers all fading away…or making it that much stronger…your breath coming in hitches against the stranger's arm…a tiny bit of drool smearing it…making his skin shine in the artificial light. Dragging your head you gently wipe your cheek against his dry forearm. You can feel the stranger's cock still stroking between your clamped thighs, drenched with your nectar and his smooth pre-cum…gliding effortlessly…pressing you hard. You take a moment to enjoy the sensation of him between your legs…the long shaft and thick head stroking your soft skin…the feel of his jeans up against you…his cock driving through your legs with a slick pumping…his breath coming in hot pants against the back of your ear…strained, clamped grunts rumbling in his chest. His thrusts come quickly, almost frantically as you squeeze your legs around him harder…smiling as you manage to squeeze out a low groan. That wonderful shaft pulls back for a moment and stops, parting your full lips. The both of you held there…suspended in that wonderful moment of anticipation…that moment before his hardness fills you and your softness surrounds him…completing each other…that delicious, agonizing moment…you can feel him waiting allowing the sensations to gather…waiting for that perfect moment. Then, as if on cue, the train jerks along the track and he drives himself between your hungry lips. You can feel him fall against your back as you grab for the aluminum pole in front of you, struggling for some much needed support. Your breath washed out you begin to suck at him, the hungry little mouth between your legs pulling and grabbing…squeezing and caressing his length as he drives into you the best he can. It isn't enough, you want more…want it deeper…harder…filling you…that swollen head brushing the back of your throat. Your little friend's slender fingers making it worse as they stroke the front of your nest, gently pulling at the spiky hairs of your bush through the drenched silk of your panties.The rocking of the train makes motion between you and the faceless man almost unnecessary. Now holding himself still his cock dips in and out of you with short, easy strokes. Realizing that this is the best it will get in the cramped car you do your best to give a little extra push and he responds in kind…grinding into your ass as he fills you…the heat and fullness of him so soothing you soon find yourself easing into a slow, steady rhythm. Those curious fingers make their way under the fabric covering you…winding through your dewy hairs and brushing softly against your clit. Your head swims in ripples of pleasure…those soft fingers gently playing against you before they find the same steady rhythm. Your tits and nipples now gently swaying to the motion of the train.A little shiver runs down your spine and looking around you see that everyone has the same bored, weary look on their faces. Apparently they are none the wiser…except for the owner of a leg pressing into the front of your left thigh. That leg helping to shamelessly rub a small but very hard cock against you through itchy wool slacks. His hand softly pressing into your hip for balance.You don't care anymore…your head swimming in visions of cocks and pussies, hard, hairy chests and full breasts with long pink nipples. The soft fingers stroke your little pearl as the stranger's cock continues to fill you…his breath now hot and steady on the back of your neck. "Bubblegum, his breath smells like sweet bubblegum" you think to yourself, his scent filling your nostrils as his scruffy chin scratches the side of your ear. That manly smell of sweat and cologne swirling around you as he pulls himself closer. Gazing through your lust filled lids you decide you have to see his face…you have to look into his eyes…you can't resist and are about to turn around regardless of the…"I'm going to cum, but I don't want to cum inside you"…he whispers huskily against your ear…the stubble from his chin digging into the edge of your neck. You can feel his cock beginning to swell inside you and he eases it out…leaving you empty…once again stroking his length along your swollen lips. You can feel yourself clutching for him, wanting that fullness back, trying to suck him in, your voice reduced to inaudible little cries. He thrusts at your sex , roughly poking the hand strumming your clit…the attention on your center stopping as she reaches down…grabbing him and pressing his thickness into you even harder…holding him against you…the strokes so smooth and steady. You can feel every inch of him gliding against you, that bulbous crown once again lashing your clit as his thrusts become shorter and harder, the thick ridge catching your swollen knot as he pulls back…the length of him lapping at you with long, wet strokes.The little cock against your leg begins to twitch and jerk and you can feel it spilling its seed, catching against the inside of its owner's expensive slacks as it falls. The heat and dampness almost soaking into your leg as the conductor's voice crackles over the intercom announcing the approaching station.The whole of the stranger's shaft begins to twitch as his soft lips close around your earlobe, his tongue batting and sucking at it. His deep smooth voice reduced to a desperate, muffled grunt as his cum squirts against your lips and crotch …long…hot…powerful…streams …that ripe peach of pleasure throbbing between your legs…slowly bursting as his warm stickiness coats you in long pearly ropes…your thighs clamping around him, teeth clenched…straining not to scream. His free arm wraps around your waist clutching at you…squeezing you almost too tight…his silent shuddering against you…his cock pulsing with life and desire between your legs…that small oh-so-soft hand pressing his thick, hardness against your aching softness as another flood of him breaks across your little knot. All of it collapses into one blinding moment…squealing brakes tearing at your ears…pure white fire bursting from your center…washing through your body…filling you…spilling from your fingers and toes…the lights flicker and a blanket of darkness fills the car… the whole train gives a mighty jolt, shaking everyone in the compartment as you scream your release into the strangers arm with a gut-wrenching shudder that twists every inch of your body.The train begins to slow as it arrives at the latest station. You're still trembling…little stars of pleasure still shooting thorough your body as the hand in front of you gently massages the front of your tingling pussy…smooth painted fingernails and warm fingertips dreamily spreading the stranger's thick cum into your bush. You can feel his hardness slipping away…still twitching as it smears its passion along the inside of your right thigh…disappearing…those delicate little fingers giving your sex one last loving stroke as they slide from your panties.The ding of the electronic bell fills the car and the doors slide open. The stranger's hands caress the cheeks of your ass, softly adjusting your panties for a proper fit. Your head is still spinning in sweet confusion as a full, firm squeeze graces your behind and your ears are filled with the stranger's deep voice speaking only three words…"Thank you….Beautiful." Slightly rough fingers brush across the left side of your neck and you close your eyes to drink in the sensation. Lingering for just a moment…the touch fades and you turn, slowly opening your eyes to find only empty space where the stranger once stood. Glancing quickly about the compartment you search for him. Spotting a flash of white out of the corner of your eye you turn to look through the open doors only to see a tall figure clad in a tight white t-shirt, his dark brown hair casually mussed, drifting into the distance. You catch a glimpse of his solid ass, beautifully packed into a pair of faded jeans before he is swallowed forever by the crowd.. A new group of commuters start to pour in and finding it isn't as crowded as before you stretch your legs and arms, able to move about freely. The doors close and you notice the woman that was parked in front of you is nowhere to be found. The train springs to life with a lurch and begins slipping out of the station. Reaching up you gently brush your fingers along your collarbone…quietly savoring the way your panties cling to the front of your pussy…thick and sticky with combined lust...the wetness kissing at your skin…the growing chill of sending a little shiver along your spine. Looking about, you study the faces of your fellow commuters and notice that you are the only person wearing a smile. A little giggle tickles your lips as your body fills with the warm glow of contentment and the train once again rushes ahead into the waiting darkness.