I was late getting out of work the next day. I had to run to catch the subway. I barely squeezed through the doors in time. Boy,was it crowded this evening. I pushed my way to the back of the car and grabbed onto the strap hanging from the ceiling. There was a seat directly behind me but the men on either side looked like they hadn’t bathed in weeks. I remained standing.
I looked around the car as we were waiting for the train to move. My eyes landed on the man I’d been secretly fantasizing about for weeks now. I saw him every morning entering my building. He always looked so put together. Nice gray suit, black tie, no vest. He was well over six feet with an average to athletic build, dark wavy hair and green eyes. His wide shoulders really turned me on. I wondered what he was doing riding the subway. He had a car drop him off every morning.
As I stared at him, our eyes met. He was pushing his way toward me and I couldn’t look away. Once he reached me, he brushed one hand around my waist, gave me a crooked smile and ducked under my arm to sit in the seat behind me. My face flamed. Of course he wasn’t looking for me. He spotted the only available seat and had made his way to it, that’s all. I stoically faced forward, head back. I was just going to ignore him. Like that was possible.
I glanced behind me and he was perusing the drunks to either side of him. They were both passed out. I looked around again and the old woman next to me stepped on my foot trying to get out of the way of the young man reaching for the handhold to my other side. The train started its’ run.
I tried to think what I was going to cook tonight for Brian and myself but the stranger behind me kept intruding on my thoughts. I really should introduce myself and get it over with instead of making him out to be some untouchable godlike person. Maybe if I got him to talk he would say something incredibly stupid and I could go on living my life the way it used to be before I laid eyes on him.
I was just about to work up my nerve when I felt a slight touch between my knees. I thought one of the drunks may have shifted positions and brushed up against me until I barely heard, “Don’t turn around.” A firmer stroke went halfway up my thigh, just below my dress. What the Hell was happening? I widened my stance without thinking. My tongue darted out to lick my upper lip. Obviously not the drunks.
“I’ve seen you looking at me, every morning behind the newsstand like you were hiding there; laying in wait. I must say, I’m quite flattered,” he said in a smoky voice. His hand began to trail even further up my leg until I felt his fingers just brush the silk of my panties where they met my labia. I sucked in a breath and rocked backward a little on my five inch heels. I heard his quiet chuckle but still didn’t turn around. I was in a panic of sorts. I didn’t want him to stop but I also didn’t want to be seen by anyone.
“Don’t worry,” he said in my ear. He must have stood up but his hand never left my weeping pussy. “No one can see. The gentlemen here are out for the count and you are blocked from all sides from prying eyes. You just have to be quiet and hold still.” Easier said than done. He was wiggling his index finger over my slit, pushing my panties into the crevice as he went. I wanted to moan my approval but took what he said to heart. In order to continue I needed to be quiet. I breathed in sharply through the nose and swayed with the motion of the train.
“That a girl,” he coaxed. His thumb ran from the top of my slit all theway back to my rear entrance. He grasped the material of my panties between his finger and thumb and stretched it until it curled up and slid between my lips and ass. Oh God, that felt good! He began pulling on the material creating friction against my clit. I stumbled back a bit but somehow managed to regain my place.
His fingers suddenly disappeared. I felt them on either side of my waist. He pulled me back just a fraction and began rubbing his considerable length against my high round ass. He ground my ass with his hard hot member until I faintly heard him grunt. He was gripping my hips so hard I would likely have bruises tomorrow, but I didn’t care. His fingers were back at my now sopping wet pussy. He grasped the thin strap of cloth from between my lips and began to inch them down my legs. I knew he was sitting again because I felt his hot breath on my ass through my dress.
The next thing I knew, my panties were around my ankles and he was urging me to step out of them. I had just gotten the last leg unwrapped from around my heel when the old woman to my right glanced up at me. I gave her an unsteady smile and she winked at me. Oh my God! Did she know? I couldn’t tell and I wasn’t about to ask her. Her gaze turned to her right away from me. Just then, a nice long finger entered my hot core and moved in and out. The old woman was forgotten. When a second finger found the first, I struggled to remain standing.
He pulled his fingers out long enough to rub my sweet juices around my pussy lips, coating them thoroughly. This time, three fingers ran up in me, pumping me quickly. His thumb began its’ slow dance around my tight, puckered hole. I grabbed on to the handhold with both hands, luckily, right as the train jumped a little. My breathing was getting heavier and I was struggling to hide my excitement.
I let out a small gasp when I felt his thumb press into my anus and wiggle around. Oooh, so good! He had three fingers in my pussy, his thumb in my ass, and with every other thrust, his pinky was hitting my love button. I was just about to cum, right here on the train in front of a crowd of people!
My walls began to flutter around his fingers and my cream ran out over his hand. I was holding my breath so I didn’t cry out. He quickly turned me around and swallowed my cries with a hot, smoldering kiss. He moved his hands from around my face to my lower back and pressed in to show me he was as affected as I was. My hands found his ass and pulled him in closer before running up his back to tangle in his hair. I couldn’t quit kissing him.
The voice over the PA called my stop and it brought me back to reality. What the fuck was I doing? I released my strangers head and turned around waiting for the train to start slowing down. He pressed into my ass once again, one hand around my waist, holding me in place. I needed to distance myself from him. To clear my head and figure out what I was going to do.
As the train came to a stop, I stepped forward to depart. I felt a strong hand on my elbow guiding me off the train. “We’re not done yet,” said my stranger in a gruff voice. Oh my God! He led me to the street and hailed a cab. “Where are we going,” I asked a little nervously. “To get a drink,” he said, surprising me.
We got into the cab and he told the driver to take us to The Vortex, an upscale, elitist club that I had never been to, but heard plenty about. Once there,we skipped the line and went straight to the door where the man checking ID’s swept us through. Inside was like any club you’d see on TV. Neon lights everywhere, four large bars, sofas all over the place and hidden alcoves for privacy. What surprised me was the music. It wasn’t the expected pop or even techno, dance crap. Right now, Nine Inch Nails’ Animal was playing. I loved that song and it was actually pretty appropriate for the evening I was having.
A hostess of sorts led us to one of the alcoves and sent a waitress to take our drink order. He ordered a Vodka Tonic and I asked for a Black Castle, a mixture of Guinness and Newcastle. He looked at me with a question in his eye. What? I liked ale, what could I say? The waitress left to get our drinks and he grabbed my arm to pull me closer. We were sitting on what amounted to a bed with little round end tables on either side. The lighting in this area was very low. He was relaxing back against the pillows when our drinks arrived. I took a long stiff drought of mine and put it on the table on my side. He didn’t even touch his drink. Instead, he grabbed me under the arms and pulled me to sit on top of him, straddling his waist. The skirt of my dress was bunched up around my upper thighs now and I could feel his overly large erection pressing into my unclad mound.
I bit my lip and looked around. No one was anywhere near us. “Don’t worry,” he said, “No one will bother us here. The waitresses only come around when you flip this switch, indicating you need something. Otherwise, they let you have your privacy.” I wondered how many other women he had brought here. Fuck it. I was here now and that’s all that mattered to me.
He grasped my hips and began to press and pull my body against his swollen cock. “Mmmm, yeah,” I moaned. “That’s nice.” I reached between us and carefully unzipped his pants. His cock was restrained behind a black pair of boxer briefs. Sexy. I gingerly reached in and grasped his dick with one hand while I pulled the boxers down around his balls with the other. My mouth went dry at the size of it. It was standing up looking straight at me and I wanted to touch it.
I reached one finger out and ran it along the slit at the tip. My finger came back wet with pre-cum. I slowly licked it off my finger and grasped his cock at the root. I stroked him up and down, squeezing on the down, relaxing a little on the up. He was fondling my breasts through my dress, having already pulled my tits from the bra they had been trapped in.
His cock was getting harder and harder, no longer looking at me, but now looking at him. It touched his navel and I grinned. I stroked it some more, then grabbed his balls and pulled down on them to stretch it out a little more. He bucked up into my hand. I continued to run my hand up and down his dick as I reached under my skirt and played with my clit. My pussy was so wet I was going to leave a stain on his pants if I sat all the way down again.
“Enough,“ he growled and pushed my hand off of him. He grabbed me under my ass and pushed me up. He scooted lower and let me down, right on top of his cock. I grabbed it and angled it into me. I sat down slowly, getting used to his size and length. He sat up a little and bit my nipple and I cried out. I flung a hand over my mouth thinking we were about to be caught.
I heard him laugh before he bit the other one. Jesus! I had fully seated myself and was on the uptake when his fingers found my nub. He swirled them around and around and I began to ride him like he was the lead horse in the Kentucky Derby. I no longer cared who heard me or if we were going to get caught. All I could think of were those fingers and that dick.
Hands came around my waist and held me still. He began pounding up into me at an alarming rate. I was going to fall off if he let go. Oh, but it felt so fucking good! The pounding slowly subsided into a back and forth grind and I lost my mind. My clit was being ground at each thrust. I pushed his hands off of me and began to rotate my hips around in circles, grinding even harder than he had. After a few minutes and several curse words later, he pressed me down against his chest and pummeled my needy pussy. I cried out as my cream ran down his cock.
He kept drilling me until I finished coming then hit me hard, twice. He grunted and pulled out quickly, pushing me down to take his cum. I wasn’t quick enough and was hit on the cheek on my way down. I got my mouth wrapped around his thick prick just in time for a supreme load to be shot down my throat. I swallowed quickly and pumped his dick with one hand while I rubbed his ball sack with the other. He let out one final groan then pulled me up to kiss him. I wiped the cum off my face before I let him kiss me, then licked it off my fingers after.
He smoothed my dress down around my thighs once more, then tucked himself away and zipped up. I removed myself from his lap and drained my Black Castle. Reality floated in on the notes of Sail by AWOL Nation. I freaking love to fuck to that song! He finished his Vodka Tonic in one long pull.
He stood up and put his hand out for mine. I placed my hand in his and we made our way back outside to a cab. “Where do you live,” he asked and I gave the driver my address, asking him to let me off just up the street in case Brian was outside.
We rode in companionable silence for a while until he cleared his throat. “I have a confession to make,” he started out. “I don’t work in your building. I went there a few weeks ago for a meeting and saw you ogling me. I thought you were very beautiful, but looked a little lonely. I came the next morning just to see if I could see you again and there you were, behind the newsstand. You were watching me with so much lust in your eyes I got an instant hard on. So I came again the third day and every workday thereafter to see if you would come out from behind the newsstand but you never did. So I decided to take it out of your hands and follow you to the train. I only meant to introduce myself but I couldn’t stop my hand from touching you and when you opened your legs for me that was my undoing.”
I didn’t know what to say. He was stalking me? Un-fucking-believable! I tried to be angry but a stupid grin spread across my face keeping me from being adult-like. “Well, now you’ve met me, what do you think,”I asked. “I think I want to fuck you every way to Sunday, is what I think,” he replied. Just then the cab pulled over. I stole a quick kiss and scooted out of the cab. “Hey,wait,” he yelled. “What’s your name?”
I threw my head back and laughed but kept on walking. "You'll have to ask me tomorrow," I called back.