Subway Sexuality (ansem125 & A Gilt Clochard)

[A Gilt Clochard]

Lora was on her way home from work, and tense. She hated her job, had been yelled at by the boss, her accounts had been screwed up, and the copier hated her. That, and she hadn't been laid in two weeks. At this point, she would screw a doorknob if it looked at her right.

She ran her thumb across the strap of her briefcase irritatedly, waiting for the subway train to slide into the station. She tried not to think about the imagery of a long, cylindrical object sliding through waiting tunnels all day. See, even the subway is getting more than I am right now... she thought frustratedly.

She ran her hand through her auburn hair, checking her watch. It should be there at any minute... She popped the top button of her blouse to try and cool herself off. It showed off her ample cleavage. Her suit itself was well-tailored, and flattered her figure-- not that she needed too much flattering. She could look good in a burlap sack. But the black suit matched her curves, and the skirt ended just a little shy of regulation, showing off her fine legs. She bounced on her three-inch heels-- not necessarily practical for work, but she had needed a pick-me-up that morning and went with sexy shoes to improve her mood.

The train finally slid up to the station, and Lora sighed with relief. The sooner she got home, the sooner she could take care of business. As the doors opened and people started shuffling in, she glanced around.

That was the first time she saw him.

 

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Lora almost stopped in her tracks, but managed to keep going. She certainly didn't want to miss the train. Or the opportunity. She took in the man in front of her with appreciative eyes, not bothering to hide it. Her cheeks heated a little, as well as other places, and her heart pounded furiously. Tall, dark, and handsome, certainly, but there was something in his look...

Stepping up quickly, she found a place to stand next to him, reaching high for a strap along the support bar at the top of the car. As the door sighed closed, she could almost be seen to relax a little. Lora nibbled the inside of her lip, trying to decide what to do. She knew what she wanted now, but how to get it?

As the train started to move, the car jolted a little, and she instantly took the opportunity, letting go of the strap and tipping forward. She landed solidly against Tony, her breasts pressing against him and her already-open shirt revealing herself to him. She planted a hand around the back of his neck for "support," letting a surprised look pass her face as she "tripped."

"Oops, excuse me!" she whispered, her expression changing a little. Her eyes went smoky as she let a little of her lust creep into them.

 

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A grin began to form on her full lips as she felt his hand sliding along her thigh, Oh, thank god, this is easier than I had hoped!

"You'll have to pardon my weak ankles," she said, "They surprise me sometimes, and I couldn't keep my balance. I hope you don't mind if I stay here just a little while to... catch my breath?"

The hand behind his head started doing small circles in his hair, her other hand dropping the briefcase and coming to rest on his chest. A thrill passed through her center. She had done it with strangers before, but starting something so public as this was new for her-- it excited her!

Emboldened by his response, she started to slide her hand down his abdomen, her fingers trailing along his shirt.

 

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Lora grinned as he slid his hands along her thigh. Her hand on his abdomen slid down, her fingers hooking into his belt. She leaned her head close to his, trailing her lips along his neck and up to his ear. She sucked his earlobe into her mouth, nibbling at it playfully. Gently tugging it between her teeth, she then whispered into his ear, "You can go further, if you like."

She pulled her face away from his, but only just. Her lips were lightly parted, her eyes half-lidded, inviting him to close the small gap between them-- inviting him to kiss her. She had to see if this handsome stranger was willing to take the next step...

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Mmm, the silent type, Lora thought as he wordlessly took the next step, I like him already.

She gave a lusting, throaty laugh as his tongue pushed past her lips, and he's good, too. She returned the kiss, her own tongue searching the corners of his mouth. She loved his taste, his texture on her tongue. She ran her fingers of the one hand through his hair, clutching at him.

Lifting her chest, she pressed her breast into his hand, her nipples hardening slightly. She wondered if he would be adept enough to find them through the fabric and give her a thrill. It wasn't at all difficult, though, to find where to give him one. She could feel the fabric of his pants going taut, and she dropped her hand to cup his manhood between his legs. Running her fingernails along the fabric, she stroked his balls and the underside of his hard on.

The car jostled a little, and Lora remembered where they were-- but she sure as hell didn't care. She opened her eyes to glance at the other passengers, noticing a few of them staring. One man had his cell phone out, not-so-subtly taking video of them. The idea that he would go home and watch this over again caused her center to warm, a small convulsion going through her as she moaned into their kiss and closed her eyes again.

 

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Lora let him reposition himself, shifting her own position. Her skirt slid easily up her legs as she spread them over him, revealing her black lace panties in the back. She gasped as his fingers found her nipples, little ripples of excitement spreading through her. God, it was good. And god, she needed him to fuck her.

She pulled both hands to his belt, unbuckling him, working the button and zipper, sliding her hands through the layers of fabric to his waiting cock. "Ah!" she gasped, apparently satisfied with what she had found there. She wanted to screw him right then, but she also wanted to make sure he was enjoying himself. She leaned back from the kiss, slipping her fingers into her mouth to dampen them, then sliding her hand across his shaft, trying to see how hard she could make him.

Lora looked him in the eye seductively, "Feel free to get a little closer. I want to feel your hands on my skin," she said, pressing her breasts into him meaningfully.

 

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As his hands slipped under her bra, Lora tilted her head back with a soft, "Mmmmm..." Her hands worked him up and down.

Their combined moans at this point were drawing the attention of anyone who hadn't yet seen them. A mother covered her child's eyes and ears, and Lora heard some frat boys down the car cheering, making her laugh.

As he slapped her ass, she let out a little yelp. She looked at him with a gasp and purred at him, "He speaks! I was beginning to wonder..."

She rose on her knees, looking down at him, "If you want naughty..." she said, and reached up and unclasped the front of her bra, setting her breasts free before his-- and everyone else's-- eyes. She could hear camera phones going off throughout the car, and she reveled in the attention, laughing.

She sank down against him, pressing her breasts against his face as she began to grind her wet slit against his shaft through her panties. She groaned with need, but held herself back a little longer, knowing the anticipation would make it all worth it.

 

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Lora gave a wanton moan as his lips met her breasts, little electric jolts flooding her as he expertly teased her nipples. She let him carry on for a while until she couldn't stand another second without him inside her.

Reaching down with both hands, she used one to pull aside her panties as the other took hold of his hot, rigid cock and positioned it at her opening. She Locked eyes with him as she slowly slid down his cock, taking him in until he was buried completely inside her. The look that passed through her eyes as she did so spoke volumes, but all she could say was, "Oh, my GOD!!"

She had only felt a few cocks that filled her like this strange man's, and it was so good, she could hardly stand it.

Another round of cheers erupted as he penetrated her, and she noticed that someone actually had a camcorder out.

Biting her lip and watching his face and holding onto the seat behind him, she began to slowly slide up and down his shaft, rising until only his head was still in her, sinking until she had taken every inch of him in again. She grunted a little as she rode him, feeling every jolt and vibration of the subway translate through his body and into hers via his cock. She had never expected sex on a subway to be so good-- she made a mental note to try this again sometime if it all worked out.

 

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Fuck! she thought, How the hell does he know just what to do? She marveled as he rose to the occasion, meeting her movements and accentuating them, his lips and teeth against her breasts pushing her further. One hand stayed on the bar behind his head for support, the other wrapped around the back of his head, her fingernails scraping against his scalp in obvious pleasure.

Her breath was quickly becoming ragged, her moans and gasps filling the corners of the car that weren't filled with sounds of the onlookers cheering them on.

Lora slowly started to quicken her pace, angling and rolling her hips as they rose and fell together to get the most out of it, ensuring that his dick slid along her clit on the way in and that she brushed against the sensitive underside of his shaft on the way out. She pitched her head forward, not bothering to whisper, "Ungh! What's your name? I mmnneeed to know what to scream when I co-ah!-ome around your gorgeous cooock!" Her words were slurred and punctuated by her sexual noises of need and ecstasy.

 

[A Gilt Clochard]

"L-Lora," she moaned, pulling him closer, deeper. Her thrusts were losing some of their rhythm, but were gaining in speed. She was practically bouncing on him, her breasts swinging free before his eyes. She groaned and her pussy started throbbing desperately around him, the contractions a forerunner to orgasm. She was nearly there.

Reaching down, she grabbed one of his hands and led his fingers to her clit, hoping he would understand through the haze.

"Please, th-there," she grunted, "Fuck! There, Tony!"

 

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"Ah!" she gasped shrilly, "Oh, god, Tony! Fuck me! Fuck me, Tony! God!"

His fingers roughly rubbing her clit were like opening the floodgates. Pleasure crashed over her in waves. She leaned into his lips, her head thrown back in ecstasy as his ministrations sent her body over the edge of orgasm, climaxing violently. Her body shook and pulsed, her pussy pulsing and clenching around him, clamping tightly on his cock, as she shrieked his name, "Uuhnn, fuck, TONYYYY!"

Her hands clutched his back and head, scratching at his skin as she pulled him in.

Cheers erupted again as the woman came

 

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Lora collapsed against him a little, breathing heavily, grinning at the cheers and the after-effects of her orgasm. She let him continue, but tried to catch her breath, having little more to give after such an all-consuming orgasm.

"You can say that again," she muttered, agreeing with his monosyllabic assessment.

Collecting herself, she slowly pushed off of him, breaking their connection with a slick, wet pop. A few in the crowd, obviously hoping for more, groaned. Lora smiled, heavy-lidded with satisfaction, at them. Standing on shaky legs, she began to straighten herself up, refastening her bra and buttoning her blouse, adjusting her panties and skirt. There was obviously nothing to do about the fluids dripping from between her legs, but she figured it didn't really matter, as she'd be home soon.

Picking up her briefcase and running her fingers through her hair, she looked down at the man who had just given her one of the most satisfying screws of her life, "Thanks, Tony."

 

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Lora giggled a little and bit her lip at his awkwardness. The train was slipping into the next station-- her stop. She leaned closer and whispered, "Don't worry, Tony, I'm on the pill."

Straightening, she dug through a pocket on her case, pulling something out. She slipped it in his jacket pocket as the doors started to open, "Just in case."

She stepped out onto the platform, her heels clicking against the concrete. She turned slightly and gave him a wink before heading towards the exit. She knew he would look at what she gave him soon, and she hoped he would use it sometime... a business card with her number.