Care to see where this subway leads? (Alexander Fairlight & Lady Bloody Ava)

[Alexander Fairlight]

The clock strikes twelve in the afternoon with the sound of ding dong. The light shines directly at Newport Metro Station. The Metro Station is slowly filled with people coming and going towards their destination. Sure, there are buses, subways, etc... However, there’s nothing more than taking the subway to enjoy the nice view of the city. For Damien Kennedy, it was an almost every day routine for him. He doesn’t own a car and he doesn’t want to bother his close friends in giving him the ride to his work and back. He has been using the subways ever since he lived alone at his lush apartment. Damien has a steady paying job working as a full-time bartender at the Ebb & Flow. The pay rate is great to pay for the commodities and the rent. Everyday he’ll get up and do a bit of workout with pushups and situps. Then, he’ll take a warm shower to cool off and get dressed for work. Then, he’ll leave the apartment to venture off to the metro station where he’s already sat down at the waiting area with both hands resting against his lap. He always waits for the twelve o'clock subway to arrive. It is part of his literary. Every single day. His friends said that he’s well-mannered and can be a bit of a flirt at time. However deep down, Damien is a kind person overall to his friends and his customers.

He’s also a good-looking guy with a toned physique. Soon enough, the noon subway arrives at the station. It only took a few minutes for the vehicle to come to a stall, so it can slowly open its doors as people come pouring in like a school of fish. Damien stood up from his seat and moves into the idle subway. His attire consists of his black dress shirt that hides his toned build. He has his blue jeans that go down to his ankles with his black leather belt around his waist to hold up his jeans. He also his whites socks and black tennis shoes on both of his feet. His hair is short that goes just to the upper neck with his eyes are as brown as the dunes. Damien took his spot in the subway with his right hand gripped onto the railing. At the back of his mind, he remembered that he stumbled onto the mysterious beauty before. The first time was here on this subway. It was completely crowded almost to the point for the two to make contact. Damien couldn’t help but to stare at her. He didn’t utter a word or made a move on her until it arrived at the destination. He had seen her couple of times each day crowded in the subway with him saying not a word. He couldn’t help but felt a hidden attraction towards her.

Like an animalistic urge waiting to be unleashed from within. A part of him hopes that she’ll come but one cannot help but to hope for her arrival. For now, he'll sit idly by and wait like any other passenger.

 

[Lady Bloody Ava]

Gabby was a commissioned freelance artist listed with several companies, but on happened to have an office for their artists downtown to utilize whenever they wanted. Sure, she always had the option to work from home, but the open environment to the company build was far more stimulating than the brick walls of her apartment. The company was a mini google with nap pods, a roof garden, and fully customizable offices for each artist. You can imagine some of the awesome and avant-garde looks of the inside of these offices. Gabriella specialized in more manga art. Long silken locks were pulled back into a ponytail that bled into a platinum silver ombre like a celestial foxtail making the young Asian American stand out ever so slightly. Like clockwork, the busty Asian would take the subway to get to the office. Traffic was always horrible and there was a kind of liveliness to being out with other human beings and taking in new sights. A loose yellow crop top have a peek at the smooth and toned sight of her stomach and shirts and leggings were her usual go tos, but given the warm weather, she opted for a black pleated skirt that stopped mid-thigh. Long black over the knee suede boots adorned her legs and an army green canvas bag was tossed over her shoulder. If there were two words that would describe the girl based on looks alone it would be fun and sexy.

The same door, the same cart, at the same time. She filed into the subway with the last few people and took note of a familiar face. A light smile tugged at her lips as she stood before the handsome stranger and more and more people caused them to get closer and closer while trying to avoid hopping on the next train. Soft pink lips were licked as the automated announcer spoke of the last few to board and the closing of the doors. A large gentleman shuffled behind her with his back to her and nudged the woman into the well-dressed man. Soft fingers caressed at his fingertips just to gauge his reaction. Before now they had exchanged glances a few times and she was well over a recent break-up, but the woman certainly had needs. Would it be too much to ask if she could have a man who would just take pleasure in her and bid her a wonderful day without asking questions?

 

[Alexander Fairlight]

Damien remained still as a stone statue, waiting for the subway to take off to the next metro station. The passenger came pouring in and moving out of the subway with his head tilted back with a heavy sigh. Soon enough, the announcement chimed and the doors began to close. Just as the subway slowly started to move, he felt something soft caressing his hand, “Hmm?” So, he quickly turned to the source to see that it was a feminine hand caressing his large hand. “Hmm…” He swore that he remembered that hand from before, so he slowly turned around in this crowded subway and then…their eyes met once again. The mysterious beauty before him and he couldn’t help but to stare directly at her face. He wanted to utter a greeting but he’s a bit shocked because of the mysterious beauty before him. He looked slightly nervous but delighted to see her all at once.

What an impression he gave her, he starting to be become a bit more nervous than content. Speechless, his lips were slightly parted as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn’t. He wanted to say something, but couldn’t speak a word. A part of him wanted to take her right on the subway, but quickly shook his head to try to push the lustful thoughts away. He might be labeled as a perverted man if he does so but those hues lingered down to her crop top with a silent gulp that follows. She’s like a beautiful vixen waiting to be dominated upon by a person like Damien. What should the man do in this situation!? A normal person would've say a simple hello and say his name

Just then…the passenger behind him stumbled onto Damien which made him stumbled forward only just with his left arm wrapped around her waist. His hand unintentionally landed on her butt. What was his thinking!? The man slowly turned his gaze away with a shade of pink creeping on both of his cheeks. The man was a baffled by the move, wondering why he did such a thing. He wanted to pull his hand away and explain but for some unknown reason, he didn't... Instead, that hand gave her butt a squeeze, a gentle one to feel the soft cushion of her rump against the material of her. Another bold move coming from this tall handsome man. Part of him didn't know why he did this. Was it a flirt or something else entirely. Nevertheless, the man's gaze rested on her face, that mysterious beautiful face. To him, she was goregous and the man must've have his needs. Slowly, he tries to pull his hand away from her and parted his lips with an inaudible word, "...Sorry."

 

[Lady Bloody Ava]

As always people would shuffle about on the already crowded subway so when the handsome stranger was bumped into her and she felt his hand upon her ass. It may have been odd that she did not really react. She certainly could have slapped him or made a big fuss about it, but she was not upset in the slightest. Quite the opposite, in fact. She was excited. His reaction was cute. As she watched him word the word 'sorry' and slowly slide his hand from her ass, her soft hand took his hand before he could completely retract it and put it back on her ass, but this time under her skirt. What he would feel was a combination of soft skin and the lace of her black thong. She watched to gauge his reaction. Her free hand caressed at the crotch of his pants without warning. The cloth prison holding a cock that she would be more than welcomed to get acquainted with. "Don't be sorry."

She had always been a live-in-the-moment kind of woman. For a few days now she had run into this good-looking man and each time she wondered if he would ask her to his place to have a little fun, but she was not afraid to make the first move. Hell... she was ready to take the man the second they got off of the subway. If he would not stop her then she would be more than happy to get him solid as a rock. Too bad he was so well dressed, it would be a shame to get cum on those nice pants of him. She would have been elated to take the mess and continue about their day like it was normal for strangers to hook up mid-transit. At this point, she was soaked and aching for some dick. She may have to use her little vibrating bullet in her office at work if she couldn't get a piece of him.

 

[Alexander Fairlight]

Damien was caught off guard by her that the man was baffled. It was without warning that his hand was right back to her ass, only this time it was right under her skirt. He couldn’t help but brush his hand against her soft skin in a clockwise fashion. What is even more surprising is that he can probably tell that she might’ve a thong under there? His warm breath expelled through his lips followed by a low groan because her hand caressing against the crotch of his pants without warning. Normally, any man would pull away at the last minute and apologize before moving away, but not Damien.

That man’s lust gauge is slowly rising up because of her. “Oh…god…” His cock is slowly getting hard and his mind is having lustful thoughts of pounding her right here where people are watching every second. His hand gives her ass a nice squeeze not once but twice. His lips parted with a warm exhale followed by a whisper only to her, “…fuck…” He took his free hand and goes under her skirt only to reach right in front of her crotch to rub it gently.

His fingers are stroking her slit with his thumb stroking her clit. Slowly, Damien leans in closer and closer until he slams his lips against hers for a deep lustful kiss. His tongue was immediately went into her mouth to engorge onto her tongue, mingling in a sexual dance of lustfulness. Soon enough, Damien pulled her lips away from her and then his lips went to her ear, “I want to fuck you…right here and right now… I want to pin you against the wall and shove my hard cock inside you. I want to hear your moans while I pound your pussy roughly until I blow my load inside. Or…I can take you to the bathroom where there’ll be no one there to hear your moans and screams as I pound that tight pussy of yours…”