Bay Area Rapid Fucking
Their eyes had met at the turnstile….his fare ticket had been returned with a “See Attendant” notice, and his blush was very noticeable against his blonde beard. Rachael smiled sympathetically as he moved aside and let her through.
Sexy eyes she thought to herself as she walked to the escalator descending to the train platform. Hearing the train doors open, she ran quickly down the slowly moving stairway and arrived just in time to see the doors closing and the train pulling away. “Nutz!” she mumbled under her breath, and moved to her accustomed queue position, where she opened her novel.
The ill-fated mad dash to the train platform had made her warm and she removed her long coat, dropping her book in the process. As she bent over to pick it up, her rear end bumped against the person in back of her, and she swiftly straightened, turning to apologize. Now it was her turn to blush as she saw that same blonde beard and sexy eyes she had encountered upstairs at the turnstile. She had noticed him many times before, and had imagined he had watched her a few times as well, although she didn’t think it was true.
She averted her eyes quickly, not knowing what his thoughts were, but she couldn’t restrain her own. She tried to go back to her book, but couldn’t concentrate. The stranger had stepped forward to the side to look down the tunnel for an oncoming train, and she could see the slight bulge in his suit pants in spite of the jacket he held over his arm. He stepped back in place behind her, and she went back to her story.
Soon, she felt something push gently up against her ass, which felt much like a briefcase. He must have made a mistake, she thought, and mentally forgave him. Shifting from one foot to the other, she couldn’t help fantasizing about this stranger behind her. She had noticed he was about her age, of average height and weight; the kind of teddy bear she would love to hold and suckle. His face was that average-guy good looking, with strong cheekbones (what she could see beneath his beard), and smiling blue eyes.
Well, what am I doing day-dreaming about him” she asked herself. After all, he probably wouldn’t even LOOK at me. She unobtrusively tugged at her slightly snug blouse, smoothing it over her breasts, and rounded hips.
She had been uncomfortable all day, noticing how this blouse accentuated her large breasts, and how the new brassier she was wearing held them up and allowed them to bounce MUCH too much when she walked.
She had felt like her tits were huge cones and that every man’s eyes had been on her all day. This feeling was disturbing, because it made her very horny, and she knew that there was nothing to do for it, but to wait until she could get home, and take care of business herself.
This afternoon, while sitting at her computer terminal, Rachael had gently pinched her swollen nipples and felt them tighten inside her bra, wishing she had someone there to suck them for her. She rocked gently from side to side, feeling the increasing wetness in her panties as her shaven lovelips slid against each other. She could hardly wait to get home where she could lie back and imagine being sucked and fucked as she rubbed her clit.
She was brought back to the present by another nudge from the briefcase, and she forgave him once again, assuming that the line behind him had gotten longger, and had pushed forward. Soon she felt light feathery touches against her lower back and ass. It was his jacket moving slightly against her. This was affirmation that the line had just gotten too close, and that he couldn’t help it….probably didn’t even realize….
The train finally arrived and she watched for seats as the windows flashed past (also looking at his reflection behind her). Good, there are still some left. She was relieved that she wouldn’t have to stand for the 55 minute commute home.
Moving to the last aisle seat in the rear of the car, Rachael noticed the blonde stranger preparing to ride standing up. His smiling eyes met hers again and she looked away confused. All in my head, all in my head, she thought as she opened her book once again.
She read the words before her, but couldn’t remember what it was she had just read. Her ability to concentrate was completely undermined by the feeling that she was being watched. She felt her nipples harden against the material, and her wet pussy was still demanding attention. She raised her eyes, and slowly scanned the car, finding the strainger’s eyes on her again. This was too much! He must be thinking something, but what? She gave him a small, uncertain smile and he returned it.
The woman who had been dozing in the window seat next to her got up to exit the train, and he approached Rachael to take the empty spot next to her, smiling again. Nothing to lose she thought, as she scooched over to take the empty window seat.
As the man seated himself next to her, he took her hand in his. “Hello, I’m Mike. I hope you can forgive me for being so fresh, but I find you very attractive, and could barely help myself.”
“Oh, were you doing all that on purpose?”, Rachael asked, truly surprised. “I thought you didn’t realize and that it was just a mistake.”
“Does this look like a mistake?” Mike asked as he directed her glance to his crotch and she saw the unmistakable outline of his hardon. He slipped his right hand onto her left thigh as he saw her eyes widen, and she felt her pussy twitch with excitement. “I noticed your tits are begging for attention,” Mike whispered into her ear as he breathed gently against her neck.
She moved her left hand to caress his clothed cock, and then quickly realizing what she had done, brought her hand back. Mike placed his suit coat on his lap and took her hand and replaced it on his hardon. Her wet pussy cried out for a taste of that hard meat, but there was nothing she could do about it here (was there?).
“Let’s take a nap,” Mike whispered, “Pull your coat up over you like a blanket.”
Rachael did as he said, and then pulled her bra up over the top of her breasts, pushing the hard nipples to jut out and up, begging to be licked, sucked, and bitten. Her hand went back under his suit coat to his hardness, and began to slowly squeeze and stroke him to maintain the hardon.
Mike placed his head on her shoulder and began to brush the palm of his hand across her hard nipples, and to roll a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, moving from one to the other every few moments.
As the train emptied more and more, Mike’s head fell further down onto her chest in his “sleep.” Soon she was slumped backward across her seat and his head was safely under the coat, both apparently fast asleep.
His lips grazed her swollen breasts, creating an ache in her groin that begged release. He licked and sucked every inch of her breasts that were available to him, while he slipped his hand into her pants and past the sopping panties. By his moan into her breast, he was obviously surprised and pleased to find a shaven cunt awaiting his ministrations. He lightly touched all around her twat, and finally began a clockwise circular massaging of the hardened clit. The gentle tugging on her nipples made her pussy work, and soon she had to stifle her moans and cries as her orgasm grew and released.
“I want your cock in me,” Rachael urgently whispered down into his ear. “Mmmmm” was all she could hear, but when the next stop was announced, Mike suggested they get off the train.
Rachael followed him up the escalator and to the men’s room where they quickly entered, and drew the bolt. They both stripped their clothes off leaving them in a pile by the door.
“Good idea, I’ve really got to go badly,” Rachael whispered.
“Good,” Mike murmured back, and went over to the toilet and sat down, his hard cock standing straigght up.
“No, I really mean it. I HAVE to go!” Rachael protested.
“Come and go,” Mike growled playfully, and grabbed her hips and moved her to sit forward on his cock. Rachael slowly slid down onto his waiting member, and gasped at the wonderfully full feeling it elicited. “So go.” Mike whispered between kisses, as he pinched her nipples again.
Rachael began to move up and down, trying very hard not to pee, but the faster she moved, the more excited she got, and the less control she had. Some of her warm pee began to leak out and to drip down Mike’s cock onto his balls. Her embarrassment was soon overcome by Mike’s obvious excitement, as he moaned his pleasure.
She souldn’t hold it much longer, and as she realized he was at his peak, she let all her hot piss out, streaming over his cock as it moved in and out of her, covering his hairy balls with her warm waters. His violent moan told her he enjoyed the feeling as much as she had. His cock kept moving in and out of her as it began to loose it’s hardness, and then she felt his piss filling her, and pouring out of her cunt and up around her clit before drippin down over his cock and balls to join her piss in the bowl. The warmth of his pee, the novelty of the experience, and his teeth on her nipples made her shudder with a second orgasm, as her hand rubbed the place where his cock entered her sopping pussy.
As Rachael and Mike cleaned up, they could hear the patrons outside the door waiting for the restroom to be available. Rachael was embarrassed to be seen leaving the men’s room with a man, and wouldn’t go.
“Come on, be brave!” Mike cajoled, “You’re going to have to get used to being in tight situations in public from now on. I’ve got lots of other places I want to fuck you in.”
And with that, Rachael straightened her hair and clothing, opened the door, and stepping out, winked wickedly at the two surprised men waiting outside.
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anonymous author
