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Do You Want a Side of Kink to go with that Sexy? (crowded subway sex)

A night on the town I’m in a low-cut top and a push up bra with a flared, very short skirt and a thong. Wearing my high-heeled, black patent leather pumps I spread my legs slightly and you get a view of my crotch in the reflection. Going deep into the city we have to ride the subway to get only partway there. Saturday night; a crowded subway, sticky, misty with sweat, an odiferous mixture of perfume, deodorant, body odor, baby puke, almost giving substance to the weighty humidity; people packed so close that bodies rub against each other extracting an unmistakable sexual tension adding to the heat. Finding our way to a center pole, you in your hip-hugging tight jeans, boots a wife-beater and a dress shirt, open across your broad shoulders, eyes are already upon us, your body, the way I’m dressed, magnets for their imaginations. Grabbing the pole as the train lurches, you position yourself behind me. There to keep me steady, you place both hands upon my hips. Slowly they slide down until they've reached the bottom of my skirt. Passengers are looking, vaguely aware of our movements. Arching my back as one of your hands slides across my ass and moves the string to one side your finger slowly traces the outside of my pussy urging me to spread my legs. You move a bit closer in behind me and raise your other hand back up to my hip. A few passengers now have their gaze fixed upon us as if their eyes were glued open. Using your free hand to unbutton and unzip your jeans, sans undergarments it takes a determined hand to keep your hard, throbbing cock close to you until it is time. Sliding your other hand back down to my ass, securing the slinky string and tracing your finger up and down my now anticipating, wet, pussy you urge me to spread my legs wider, and I arch my back in response to your touch. The people standing beside us, rubbing their bodies against us, unknowingly pushing us closer, are oblivious to our actions. Those seated with their eyes transfixed have attracted the attention of others. They follow the gazes and cast their eyes upon us. Some are perplexed, they sense something but can't quite see. Their minds play out fantasies that fill the air and add to the perfume of our intended coupling. Others can see, smell and taste. Some lick their lips, others close their eyes, some fondle their crotches; women raise their skirts all of it building the anticipation, the tension, the sensation, increasing our pleasure because they know, they see, wanting, needing them to see and know. Pressing yourself against me sliding your cock into my wet and waiting pussy you allowing the rocking of the train to set the motion as I slowly, methodically ride your cock as you are bounced in and out a bump every now and again elicits a slight squeal from me drawing the attention of those surrounding us as nearly silent moans escape from both of us, causing the unsuspecting participants to awaken. Creating your own rhythm, slightly faster, harder I grab the pole tighter muffling my moans in my hands, but it is useless. Awareness has spread like a wave. Nearly at our stop you pump with greater force and speed and I cum. My pulsations are the last your cock senses before it explodes inside of me as you muffle your own pleasure. Slowly you remove your cock, dripping with our juices and place it against your warm abdomen. As you zip and button your jeans and reach under my skirt to adjust my panties the train stops, our destination. We exit the train leaving intimate strangers and a small puddle behind.

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