The Subway

I ride the subway each workday from Queens to Manhattan. It usually gets very crowded in the morning, with too many people jamming into the subway cars. It isn't unusual for someone to brush up against my breasts or ***. Most of the time, I have to believe its intentional. Sometimes they linger, sometimes they squeeze, sometimes they rub. There is no point getting angry. To be honest, I find it exciting, a complete stranger touching me in public. Since my boyfriend broke-up with me a couple of weeks ago, I've had fantasies of feeling up some guy, taking him home, and ******* his brains out. I knew I'd never have the nerve to do it. Still, a 25 year old secretary like me needs her fill of sex.
At the token booth that morning, a worker was handing out a flyer. It said that due to some emergency work, there would likely be delays today in the tunnel. It was possible that the train might be stopped for a half an hour, maybe more. Sorry for the inconvenience, blah, blah, blah . . . I almost turned around and went home. Who needs the aggravation I thought. Then, I remembered I didn't have any sick time or vacation due. I decided I had to go in.
Reluctantly I paid my fare and went down to the platform to wait for the train. It was autumn and I was dressed for the mild weather. I wore a button down sweater top, and a skirt that stopped just above my knees. My boyfriend of up until recently had a thing for woman's underwear, so I usually wore a sexy bra, skimpy panties that ties at my hips, stockings and a garter belt. He hated pantyhose. After we broke up, I still wore these frilly things. Made me feel very feminine.
On the platform, I waited for the train. The platform was only a little more crowded than usual, maybe the flier exaggerated I hoped. The train arrived fairly quickly. It was crowded, but I had seen worse. I stay on the train for fifteen stops. It usually takes me about 45 minutes. The doors closed and I hoped for the best. I grabbed onto a pole, took out my book and began to read.
For the first three or four stops, the train moved at normal speed. Unfortunately, it got jammed packed. The people around me had their backs to me, I was in a little shelter formed by their bodies. The train slowed down and crawled along between stations, stopping intermittently. It was during one of these short stops that I felt a hand resting lightly on my ***. Fingers were gently pressing against the skirt covering my ***. I knew I should do something to stop him, but I figured it was harmless, and after not having sex for over two weeks, I was horny.
The palm of his hand pressed slightly harder against my ***. I pushed my *** back a little into his hand, signally my awareness of and consent to his actions. At that point, the train again started to move slowly and my molester squeezed my *** cheek firmly. He began to move his hand over my skirt covered *** knowingly. I felt him outline the edge of my panties and the straps of my garter belt. My **** began to get hot and moist.
His hand drifted lower as the train pulled into a station. He followed my garter strap down to the tops of my stockings. His hand squeezed my leg. The train was so packed that nobody new got on. As the train left the station, I felt the back of my skirt rising as he lifted it up. I wondered how far he thought he could go feeling me up on a crowded subway train with people all around us. I felt the cream dripping from my **** into my panties as his hand reached under my lifted skirt and touched my stocking covered leg. His actions became more urgent. I had long since put my book away and was concentrating on his hand. It rose to the top of my stockings, his fingers pressing into my bare skin just below my ***. The train came to a stop again as his hand was back on my ***, this time under my skirt resting firmly on my panties.
While his one hand roamed freely over my panty covered ***, rubbing, squeezing and probing, his other hand reached for my free hand near him and took it to his crotch. He pressed my hand into his ****. It was hard under his pants. He moved my hand up and down over his *****. When he let go, I continued rubbing his ***** on my own. His other hand pulled my panties down slightly, and his fingers were under my panties. On a crowded subway train, some guy I didn't know was inside my panties with his hand on my *** while I gave him a hand job. I came with a shutter.
As he squeezed my *** flesh, his other hand slipped under my sweater in the front and explored my belly button and my stomach and it made its way upward towards my breasts. The train began to move again as his one hand dipped into the crack of my *** and fingered my ******* while his other hand cupped my right ***. He played with my nipple through my bra, making it hard and erect. As he got bolder, so did I. I moved my hand from his ***** and located his fly. I pulled his zipper down and put my hand inside his pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear. I found his **** and ran my fingers and nails teasingly along his bare **** flesh. By this time, his one hand had pushed my bra cups aside and he had a finger well up my *******.
I took his **** out of his pants. I surveyed its length with my hand. I figured it to be about 8 inches. It was so thick I could barely get my hand fully around it. As the train crawled along, his hand left my breasts and dropped to the front of my skirt. He hiked my skirt up and ran his fingers along my inner thighs. My *** flowed from my ***** as he rested his hand on the front of my panties and rubbed my **** slit. He moved to the top of my panties and dipped his hand inside. His fingers moved through my pubic hair as they searched knowingly for my **** hole. I continued to jerk my subway lover off as he placed his finger inside my ****. I was being finger ****** from both sides, my **** and my ***.
He pulled his finger out of my *** hole and ran his hand inside of my panties around my hips. He located one of the bows that held my panties to my body. As he continued to finger my ****, he untied the bow, then moved to my other hip and untied the second bow. He slid my panties off, removing them from under my skirt. The hand in my **** was now totally free. His slow finger ******* became more rapid. I had my third ****** of my morning commute. He brought his other hand to my back and slipped it under my sweater. He moved it up to my bra strap and undid my bra. This stranger was undressing me on a crowded subway car with people all around us, and I was more than letting him, I was giving him a hand job. He moved his hand from my back, around me, and again fondled my bare breasts.
The train entered another station. As we explored each others bodies, the train sat for several minutes before slowly leaving the station. Just outside the station, the conductor announced over the loudspeaker. "Ladies and Gentlemen, the area of the emergency track work is just ahead. We have been informed that the workers just started to remove a piece of bad track. It will take a half an hour to 45 minutes. Had we known this before we left the station, we would have stayed there. The train is too crowded for the motorman to get to the back of the train to bring it back to the station, so we'll have to stay here. We're sorry for this inconvenience but ask your understanding of this emergency situation."
Others groaned and cursed. My molester took his hands from my **** and **** and moved them to my hips. He turned me to face him. Until this time I had not seen the person who was feeling me up. He was a Puerto Rican, maybe 18 years old, and little shorter than me. My panties were in his shirt pocket. I couldn't believe that a nice Jewish girl like me was about to let a PR **** me, but I knew that's what he wanted, and I wanted it to. This little spic had me so hot I would do anything for him.
He bunched my skirt up at my hips and pressed his **** against my ****. His hands moved to my *** cheeks. I guided his **** over my *****, and slipped his hard, dark skinned ***** into my **** hole. I had an ****** as he pushed deep into my *****. His hands on my *** guided my ******* motion up and down his ****. He briefly moved his hand from my *** and took my panties from his pocket and put them in his mouth. He sucked my *** from my panties as he ****** me. As my Puerto Rican subway lover thrust in and out of my hungry ****, he unbuttoned the top of my sweater and exposed my erect nipples. He took my panties from his mouth and put them back in his shirt pocket. He lowered his head to my breasts and sucked a nipple into his mouth. I came again. He ran his tongue over my nipple, then lightly chewed and sucked at it. All the while he ****** me and squeezed my bare ***. I felt his thrusts become more urgent and knew he would come soon. I flexed my **** muscles around his ***** desperately trying to milk his *** from his long, hard ****. He grabbed my *** cheeks hard and pushed into me as far as his ***** could go. I felt his **** pulsate as he filled my white Jewish ***** with Puerto Rican ***. Seconds later I came once more.
After he pulled out of me, he wiped his *** and my **** juices from his **** onto my panties. He then put my panties to my **** and soaked as much of his *** and my **** juices into them as he could. He brought my panties to my face and I accepted them into my mouth. I sucked his *** from my panties. The conductor got on the loudspeaker and said it would be about another 20 minutes before the train moved. As I sucked on my panties, the Puerto Rican was fingering my **** and lubricating my *** hole with my ***** juices. When my ******* was wet enough he finger ****** it while he continued to play with my ****.
His hands moved to my hips and he turned me around, my back to him. This Puerto Rican kid wanted to **** me in the *** on this subway train. I'd never been ****** in the *** before, but I was overcome with sexual need and as he spread my *** cheeks I reached for his ***** and guided his ****-head to my *******. I sucked harder on my panties as he pulled my hips back and slid his ***** into my virgin ***. He slowly worked his **** up my *******. At first, it hurt as his large ***** filled my tight rear hole. I began to move my *** along his ***** on my own. His hands left my hips, one returned to my exposed breasts, the other again lifted the front of my skirt and fingered my ****. As his finger touched my ****, I came in his hand.
The Puerto Rican kid ****** my *** and fingered my **** and **** for several minutes. The his hands returned to my hips and he moved me hard along his *** ******* *****. I felt him tense and seconds latter, his *** was spurting into my *******. He held me close as he shot his second load of the morning. He did not pull out of my *******. Instead, he rocked slowly back and forth and played with my breasts with both of his hands. One hand moved to my face and he took my panties from my mouth.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," The conductor announced over the loudspeaker, "we have just been informed that in order to complete repairs, they must shut the power in the third rail off. This means the train cars will go dark. They expect this will last 10 to 15 minutes. Please remain calm, there is no danger."
A minute latter, the lights in the train went out. The Puerto Rican was still in my ***. He pulled his **** out and, his hands on my hips again, turned me around to face him. In the dark I couldn't see him. I felt his lips touch mine as he kissed my opened mouth. His tongue passed my lips as it found mine. He kissed me passionately for a minute or so, then, he moved his hands from my hips to my shoulders and pushed down firmly. I came again as I realized he wanted me to blow him. My mind was in a daze as I slowly dropped to my knees. I felt his **** along my cheek. I moved my mouth to it and took his semi-erect ***** between my lips. I ran my tongue over his ****-head as I sucked more of his ***** into my mouth. I tasted the remains of his *** as well as the flavor of my *******. His ***** stiffen under the workings of my mouth and lips. I was able to take the entire shaft down my throat I moved my head back and forth along his hard ****. I heard him unsnap a fastener, then felt his pants dropping against my cheek. I reached up and touched his balls. He took my head in his hands and guided my **** sucking movements. I continued to suck his **** from head to root. I flicked my tongue all along his shaft. I next time my lips were at his ****-head, I moved my mouth to the underside of his ***** and licked down to the root. When I got there I sucked one of his balls into my mouth. I worked on his balls for a short time. I felt him move. He turned around and his *** was in my face. At this point, I would do anything. I spread his *** cheeks and searched for his *** hole with my tongue. When I found it, I licked, kissed and sucked at his tight *******. I made my tongue as rigid as possible and probed as far into his ******* with it as I could. The thought of kissing some Puerto Rican's *** was enough to make me come again.
As I sucked his ******* I encircled his **** with my hand and jerked him off. When he had had enough of my *** sucking, he turned once more and my lips returned to his ****. This time he held my head steady and ****** into my mouth. His **** pistoned in and out of my mouth rapidly. I used my tongue on his shaft as best I could. He suddenly buried my face in his pubic hair, his **** down my throat and shot his load of warm sticky *** into my mouth. I licked up every drop I could.
He held my head and kept his **** in my mouth. I felt his ***** go limp between my lips. He wouldn't let me get up. I was afraid the lights would come on and someone might turn around and see me on my knees, my sweater and bra opened, my breasts exposed and a Puerto Rican **** in my mouth. Still he held me there. Suddenly, I felt liquid flowing from his limp *****. He was ******* in my mouth. I tried to yell stop but his **** filled my mouth and muffled my protest. I had no choice but to try and swallow as much of his **** as I could.
As his **** filled my mouth he began to withdraw his ****. I couldn't swallow fast enough and **** overflowed my mouth onto my chin and down my neck. Still *******, he pulled out of my mouth and aimed his **** at my head. His pissed all over my face and my hair. The **** flow then moved down to my neck and chest. I don't know why, but I knelt in front of him obediently as he pissed on me. My only movement was to lift my breasts so they would get completely covered with his warm ****. He gave me my panties to hold open so he could **** on them also. When he was finished, I moved my tongue to his ****-head and licked it clean.
With his hands, he motioned me to stand up. When I did, he lifted my skirt with one hand and took my panties in the other. By some actions he did, I knew he wanted me to put my panties, now soaked with his urine, back on. I re-tied the bows and slipped my panties on. His **** seeped into my ****. I re-hooked my bra and buttoned my sweater as he let go of my skirt. I heard some cursing noises and people yelling `where are you going' and `what's that smell'. The lights came on a little while later. My Puerto Rican lover was gone. There was **** on my face and clothes. The train started to move. As it was now past the bad section of track it traveled at normal speed. People kept commenting on the smell. Fortunately, their backs were to me and they didn't realize it was me. At the next stop, I got off the train. I couldn't go to work looking the way I did. I got the first train back to Queens. As I was going against rush hour now, it was almost empty and I got a seat. As I sat thinking of what happened the last hour, someone sat down next to me. It was my Puerto Rican . . .
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Jan 18, 2013