I groaned when the subway car pulled into the station - it was already chock full of people, and barely anyone got off when the doors slid open with a hiss. I knew I should have left earlier, but I was going on a first date with a new guy, and I’d been a neurotic mess getting ready and getting out the door on time.
I quickly straightened the hem of the dress I’d chosen to wear, a dark olive green Mad Men style affair with heels to match, heels that made my legs gorgeous but were less than steady to walk in. Gripping my purse tightly, I took a deep breath and headed in through the doors as I murmured those polite excuse mes we all give in awkward situations. I managed to push my way gently through the throng of people and finally found a metal pole not far from the doors to hang on to.
Fumbling through my purse, I found my iPhone and slipped headphones into my ears. Soon the smooth soothing voice of Cecil filled my ears with the latest gossip in Nightvale, and I closed my eyes as I leaned my forehead against the cold metal pole and relaxed.
A few moments later, I felt something lightly brush against my ass and then stop. This wasn’t exactly unexpected, given the size of the crowd, but for some reason this felt different. I waited to see if it would happen again and after a few seconds passed it was there, a very purposeful brush against my ass, rubbing ever so slightly down to the inside of my upper thigh, before disappearing once more.
I tensed up, unsure of what to do and mentally running through my options - but at the same time, a fleeting thought occurred to me. Why do anything? Couldn’t I just not say anything at all, not react? Enjoy the fact that I’d aroused someone to the point that they’d take the risk of touching me, rubbing me in public? And as I thought about this, I felt the hand return once more and my entire body instantly flushed.
This time, the warm hand rubbed my thigh just below the hem of my dress, and slowly began to make it’s way up underneath. I felt a moment of panic when I realized what they were about to find and then it was too late. I felt their hesitation when the hand reached my ass and no underwear at all was found. The hesitation only lasted for a second and then my asscheek was gripped, hard and rough. Apparently my anonymous admirer approved of my choice.
The subway started then with a jerk, and though I held on tight to the pole in front of me, my precarious heels forced me to shift backwards and I felt fingers slide close to my pussy in response. At the same time, I felt a warm body shift closer behind me, close enough that I could feel a rock hard cock pressing against my ass. Fuck.
Before I had time to react, another hand snaked around my waist, resting there around me like we were lovers traveling together, standing affectionately. That illusion didn’t last long, however, because his new hand drifted up my side to my breast and ever so tenderly rubbed up and down over my nipple until it was straining against the fabric of my dress. Biting my bottom lip hard to keep from making any noises, I sensed his face leaning into my neck, crushing my red curls to murmur into my ear, “Spread your legs.” His voice was deep, velvet, perfect.
I had never been wetter in my life than I was in that moment.
I took advantage of another bump in the subway car to shift my right leg open more and immediately felt his fingers plunge into my pussy. Hot and slick, his hand was covered in my wetness and I heard a low gasp in my ear. “Good girl,” he whispered, and I nearly buckled.
He moved one of his fingers around to rub my clit in long, slow circles, doing the same to my nipple simultaneously. Around and around they went until I was shaking and weak. I have extremely trigger sensitive nipples and this was already almost more than I could take. I prayed no one around us would notice, would hear the very low gasps I was allowing myself. I squeezed my eyes closed and started to turn my head slightly to tell him I couldn’t take anymore, but I felt the hand on my nipple slide back and I heard the slow, tantalizing sound of a zipper being pulled down.
Oh, God, I thought. We can’t do that here. Not without getting caught. There’s no way. At least wait until the next stop, we could get off and go hide somewhere, get a room, something. But part of me was thrilled in such a dark, twisted way. I wanted this Stranger to fuck me here, in front of all these clueless people. I wanted to know that he’d seen me and needed me so badly he couldn’t control himself, couldn’t hold himself back. I wanted to be part of something reckless, something irresponsible and unexplainable and wild. I wanted this and I wanted to push all of my objections and rational thoughts aside.
He grabbed me again by the waist and I felt his other hand rub alongside my thighs, where I was dripping down almost to my knees. I felt him move that hand back and cover his cock in my wetness, before moving up even closer to me and rubbing his cock between my legs. “Arch and lean back, Red,” he moaned into my ear, and I did what he said, holding tightly to the pole in front of me for stability. And with a slight thrust forward, the head of his cock slid into my pussy, hot and huge.
This time I drew blood biting my lip when he groaned, “Good…girl,” into my ear again, and the pain made me tighten around him. He gripped me by the hips and pushed forward, sliding more and more of his cock in, spreading me open so wide. Eventually I felt his balls pushing against my ass, and I knew he was all the way in. I was standing in the middle of the subway with the biggest cock I’d ever felt slammed into my pussy, splitting me open.
As the car rocked back and forth, he managed to find a rhythm that slid almost his entire length in and out of my pussy without being obvious. I glanced at the people around us, busy on the phones or with books or vacant stares, and I couldn’t believe how much wetter that made me. He could tell, too, and quickly moved his hand down under my dress again to tease my clit.
The ridges on the head of his cock massaging my dripping pussy, his fingertips circling my pussy faster and faster - it didn’t take long before I could feel myself nearing a huge orgasm. “Oh, God,” I whispered quickly and he reached his free hand up to clamp his hand over my mouth and pull my head down from prying eyes. He pushed a finger into my gasping mouth just as I lost it and I sucked hard. My pussy clamped down around his cock, spasming over and over again in the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt. And just as it began to fade, his cock stiffened and streams of hot cum shot into my pussy, filling me up and spilling down my legs.
I don’t know how much time passed, but a few moments later I felt him slide out of me ever so slowly, and heard the slow zipper sounds again. With his cock gone, more cum leaked out of me, dripping down to the floor below. He leaned up once more, moved my red hair to the side, and bit the back of my neck hard, really hard. It was definitely going to leave a mark. Without thinking or meaning to I cried out in pain, causing the people around us to look over at me, startled. I blushed hot crimson and lowered my eyes, avoiding their gaze. I felt his hot mouth against my ear again. “See you next time, gorgeous Red,” murmured that perfect velvet voice once more.
And with a hiss and a screech, the car reached the next station, and the doors opened. People began moving, shoving against all the bodies in the way to get out onto the platform. Something stopped me from turning around, catching a glimpse of his face, and I’m still not sure what. But suddenly the car was much emptier, the crush of bodies around me gone. I was alone, left with the open doors of the subway car, the mess leaking out of my pussy, and my date waiting for me out there somewhere. I licked my lip, tasting the blood, and smiled. If he only knew.
