The Subway (Exodus and Scribe)

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Sefure Harigata was a salaryman who took the packed Tokyo subway from his home every morning. Over the weeks, he had noticed a young woman in a school uniform who caught his eye. Months ago, it was brief eye contact, followed by profuse blushing when caught. Weeks ago, it was standing nearby each other, fingers and mouths sending messages no one would say aloud. Days ago, they were touching each other, her back towards him, their hips grinding into each other, disguised by the shifting in the train. Today would be a special day. He had purchased the "Love Love" model cellphone. Discretely, it would unfold such that its lower half was more cylindrical than flat. It's beeping mechanism could easily be disabled when it took pictures. And, while all cellphones vibrated, the ringer could choose which setting the phone vibrated at. He smiled as the train stopped and the doors opened. The grown schoolgirl wormed her way through the crowd of passengers, fighting her way through them. She composed herself as she stood, her bottom firmly planted against his hips.

OOC: Sefure Harigata means "sex friend penis-shaped device". :angel:

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(Exodus' post)

To say that Anna was excited was an understatement, as she pushed her way through the crowd to find an appropriate place to meet her new friend. They had met several weeks ago, rather, she had noticed that he had been staring at her. He had seem preoccupied with the short hem of her pleated skirt, and the way her summer top clung to her breasts. She had giggled with her friends about the pervy man, but secretly she had felt a strange feeling of excitement knowing he was watching her. The few rides after that, she couldn't help but show off a little: she played with her skirt, smoothing it down over her ass, bending over just far enough to give him a look at her tighs while tugging at her stockings. He had inched closer, and closer until finally thanks to a jolt in the train, she fell back with her hips square against his. The feeling of him hard against her ass had sent an intense thrill her, and she had jumped off the train at the first stop. The second time, she stood very still, allowing him to feel her up and grind against her while panting weakly. Slowly, this strange relationship had advanced, but she had not gone any further grinding against his hips while mumbling soft words of embarrassment, false words that asked him to stop, knowing that he enjoyed that.

Today, she took her place expecting a little more, but certainly not what he had planned. Already, her panties were wet, she was already turned on from the anticipation. She felt him behind her and whimpered a soft "No..." for his benefit, though she was already squeezing her thighs together, waiting for the train to launch itself forward and the fun to begin.

 

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The train lurched forward, like it did, every day, at this time. Yet the incredible anticipation of his hard cock sliding upon her thin plaid skirt excited him every time. Sometimes his cock would bump sideways against her ass. Sometimes it would lie flat against her back. Other times, it was slightly painful, as the head of his cock hit awkwardly against her, jamming his shaft backwards. But, regardless, it was wonderful.

Today, he wanted more. The train began to move, and he found his cock fitting perfectly against the separation of the two cheeks of her ass. She sighed, "No..." But his slacks were thin -- he had stopped wearing underpants long ago -- and, he began to grind. Her wet panties seeped onto his clothing, and he looked down, feeling her wetness. He began to lift the back of her skirt and began to rub himself against her, one less layer of clothing separating the two. In his hand, he held a newspaper, and gave it to her to block the view of the woman in front of her. His hands then crept around her waist, then began fondling her fine breasts through her school uniform.

 

[Exodus]

She could hear the hum of excitement on his breath before he could even get close to her, his anticipation thrilling him even before he was close enough to touch; she loved that. As he stepped behind her, so close and yet not close enough she felt her breath catch in her throat, waiting as she always did for the lurch of the train to give her an excuse to bump her hips back against his, already wondering just how hard he would be. His cock, while trapped in his pants, was incredibly hard and she couldn't help but gasp a little as he leaned forward, pressing all of himself against the curve of her ass. He was grinding against her, gently at first, and then harder before he paused just long enough to discreetly flip up the pleated edge of her skirt. He seemed to enjoy the damp look and feel of her panties as he ground harder against her ass.

Her hands trembled as she accepted the newspaper he had for her, and she unfolded it just in time to keep anyone from seeing his large hands snaking up around her waist and over her breasts. "Oh, no..." She breathed, her lashes fluttering as she felt his finger dig into the plush mounds of her breasts, crumpling her neatly pressed shirt. The train was moving, and the car was packed. Nobody was looking and they were already as far back and out of the way as was possible, their position today a bit more private than it had been the last time. How far would he go today? She couldn't wait.

 

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One hand under her school blouse reluctantly left. The other, however, stayed. It scooped up her bosom, caressing the globe through her thin bra. It soon became a grip, as his slow steady breathing became a panting breath, animalistic, as his hand massaged and groped her young wonderful breasts. The hand wormed itself underneath the bra, firmly planted between fabric and soft heavenly firmness. His fingers found her tit and started pinching.

His other hand, meanwhile, searched southward, finding itself under the waistband of her skirt. It continued seeking, first feeling the soft fabric of her panties, then the wetness seeping through. This only served to arouse him, as the plaintive thrusts of his cock pushed against the thin panties on her backside. His firm meat fit perfectly between the cracks of her ass. His hand, too, found youthful flesh, as he felt the wet hairs of her pussy inviting to his fingers.

Reluctant, his hands finally let go of their firm globes. He reached down to his pants zipper, and finally freed the monster. It ached to fuck her, to find itself deep within her tight wet pussy, thrusting and fucking her. He pulled the pantied down slightly, revealing the crack in her ass, then moreso, giving access to her ripe wet pussy. He savored the damp fabric against his fingers. Precome leaked from the tip of his cock, which he ran up and down her ass, pushing down the fabric. Finally, he entered her, his throbbing hot manhood plunging into her wanton desire.

 

[Exodus]

They had not gone as far as sex before this trip, and really, Anna was not completely sure that she had even considered it possible. Being groped in a subway was one thing, but they were pushing boundaries and if she had given it any real thought she would have been afraid of getting caught. The idea of it, however, was intensely sexy, and she had spent many nights at home touching and teasing and exploring herself while thinking about this strange man slipping it to her in the middle of a crowded car. His hands were warm and rough, and she whimpered when he finally slid one hand beneath her blouse far enough to allow his fingers to slide under the cups of her bra. Her nipples were so hard they ached, and she had to bite back small yelps whenever he twisted or pinched that sensitive nub. The other hand slid lower, and she felt herself growing dizzy from anticipation. He had only ever touched her over her panties, but she loved the feeling of his fingers sliding and probing through the soaked cotton that shielded her young pussy, her hips rocking forward a bit, naturally seeking more friction. She had been such a good girl until she met this man, and now she felt like an all too eager slut, desperate to feel the pleasure only an older man could give her.

When his hands slid back, she whined softly in dismay. Was he stopping? Perhaps someone had seen? She lowered the newspaper, glancing over the edge, distracted enough not to notice what he was doing - that is until she felt him probing at her ass more directly than ever before, the heat of his bare cock shocking her. She felt her breathing pick up, she was excited, but suddenly she was so afraid. He reached down and tugged at her panties, stretching them to the side, the wet material hugging her pussy close until he peeled it out of the way. The head of his cock slid between her thighs, curved just enough to probe at her soaked folds, nudging her inexperienced core. "Oh, Oh you can't..." She whimpered, the fear in her voice mixed with the heady feeling of arousal. Would he turn her around to face the corner? What if she fell forward? His cock pressed against her entrance, and she whimpered, the paper crumpling at the edges in her hands. He began to press forward, slowly, letting the slickness of her eager pussy lubricate him. She felt him stretching her, filling her, and the first inch was tight and addicting. She felt like crying, moaning, wanting to wiggle on the end of his cock, but she stood still, leaning forward just a bit. He contnued sliding forward, and she grit her teeth, and then suddenly he rocke dhis hips forward, forcing all of himself deep inside her. She had to drop the paper in one hand to cover her mouth, muffling the deep moan she could not hold back.

The next few seconds seemed to last an eternity, and already she was wetter than ever, her thighs soaked. He was inside her, and oh god it was wonderful. She never wanted it to end, and she feared that if he moved at all the feeling would be too intense for her to handle.

 

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Sufure wanted her. He had, at first, made glancing eye contact on the subway. He thought about her, always. At work... at home... in bed. He gradually began to think about her more often, as he fucked his wife... played with himself. In the shower. In the tub. And sometimes in bed. He wanted her, oh, so more.

And now he was fucking her. He stifled a low moan as his penis entered her, stiffer and harder than he could imagine. She was wet, oh so wet, as the smooth friction of her pussy enveloped his rock hard cock. He groaned a bit, as the underside of his cock slid right into her. He arched his back and sighed. His hands returned to their position, massaging each young breast with firm experienced hands. He tweaked and pinched her nipples, as he leaned forward, biting and nibbling and licking her ears. His breath was fast, hot, expelling as he thrust deeply within her, drawing in as his hips drew out.

But he wanted to do more. Oh, so more. He eventually resisted, going against his primal desire. His desire to fuck her, just fuck her, his hard raging cock entering and leaving her wet tight tunnel, slick with her juices. He withdrew one of his hands, his probing hands, as it felt and fumbled for the cell phone vibrator he bought, just for her. His sweat-covered hand flicked it on, and it vibrated, just barely audible under the clack-clack-clack of the subway train. He leaned forward again, almost telling her, but, instead biting a little onto her neck, followed by licks and a thrust from his demanding cock. He nibbled on her ear, breathing his warm breast with every single thrust. His hand returned to her breast, but, this time, the vibrator was on, first underneath her soft nubile breasts, sliding against the underside. Then exploring her aeriola, touching the darker circle around her nipple. Then the nipple itself, firm and stiff, like the head of his wanton fucking cock.

 

[Exodus]

In reality, he hadonly spent a few moments remaining perfectly still within her, allowing her young, tight walls just enough time to adjust to the thickness of him. In those few seconds, Anna felt her lust and arousal reach it's peak. She wished there was nobody around, or betteryet, that he couldthrow her up against the glass windows and fuck her as fast as he could without worrying about the other passengers. Her eyes, wide and teary, glanced around the car, a bit of paranoia making it seem as if somewhere, someone was watching. For whatever reason, that excited her further.

She heard him groan softly as he sank deep into her hot core, and she felt a surge of pride, knowing that she had given him pleasure just by letting him inside. She wondered what he was thinking about, if this had been something he had been wanting from the very beginning. She could feel the tension in his body, giving her the sense that he was holding himself back. What could he possibly want to do to her that had filled him with so much tension? She shivered, a series of dirty images flashing before her eyes. He began to move slowly, pulling out, and it was all she could do not to shout out; the feeling of it was amazing, she could quite literally feel her tight inner walls resisting, her greedy pussy trying desperately to pull him back in. A few soft mewls of protest escaped her, followed by a hiss of pleasure when he finally thrusted back inside. God, it was so slow and torturous. She wanted him to go faster, but she knew there would be no way for her to keep herself quiet. She had to behave, to be quiet, but already her body was betraying her. She heard the click of his cell device and gasped when she felt him slide the vibrator up under her shirt, teasing her breasts and her aching nipples with that maddening buzzing. The sensation was too much, and despite herself she began to wiggleher hips, swirling his thick cock inside of her automatically, her wanton body quickly succumbing to the pleasure he was offering her.

 

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Sufure did his best to stifle the low throaty moan emerging from within him. The slick tight sensation of the girl's pussy around his cock, almost sucking him back within her, made him want her even more. He gripped her closer, his hand with the vibrator making its way up her blouse. It slipped under her bra, sliding underneath her like a silver flat penis. As it began to vibrate, he could feel it pulsing within his fingertips, a living electronic thing stimulating the woman underneath him. His cock, meanwhile, fucked her harder, deeper, determined thick strokes in contrast to the wriggling vibrating thing against her nipples.

With his other hand, he felt her smooth flat stomach through her white thin blouse. He began to unbutton her, just enough for him to slip his hand upwards, groping the cup of her bra. As his hand crept upwards, his hips pressed into her, fucking her tight wet pussy with his thick hard cock. He kissed her neck, biting her lightly, as his glorious fucktool pressed deeper within her. His free hand finally pressed her bra upwards, freeing her full hardened globes into his hand. As the thing vibrated against one nipple, his hand pinched and tweaked harder.

His lips kissed upwards, seeking her soft delicate lips. Meanwhile, the hand with the vibrator moved downwards, seeking her lips as well. He pressed against the flat of her belly, allowing his hand to slowly slip underneath her skirt. He felt the waistband of her panties, and continued sliding down, to place the throbbing pulsating vibrator against her swollen wet lips. He was still fucking her, pressing his cock into her, forcing her wet clitty against the electronic vibrations of the cell phone.

 

[Exodus]

It was impossibe for her to even begin to imagine what must be going through his head - he was a man after all, and an older man at that! The things that he had experienced, had seen, had felt, had wanted all of those things vastly exceeded even her most vivid, teenaged hormonal fantasies! Her first and foremost had been the subway since she had been in middle school, whe she felt the touch of a man, just briefly, for the first time. Embarrassed and confused she had dashed off the train at the first stop, but it was as if the feeling of that warm hand had never left her backside, the memory of that stranger's audacity had planted a seed of deviance in her and had been groping at her body ever since, and tht had been years ago. Still, she could not help but wonder what he thought of all this - if he wished he could just shover her against the glass window, if he had wished she had slipped more discreetly to the back of the car, facing the corner? Already, having him inside her was more than she had ever imagined possible (in reality, at least), but it had only been a few minutes and she was dfesperately craving more. As if he could read her thoughts she felt his thrusts begin to quicken, deepen, a bit of strength added cautiously each time he plunged into her, allowing her enough time to adjust so that she would not fall forwards. He was thrusting into her practically vertically, and the sensation was tight and intense. She could feel him sliding over every curve inside of her, and naturally her body wanted her to lean forward, to give him more of an angle. If it was not for his arms around her, his hands now tweaking at one throbbing nibble while the other massed her other breasts with his cell-vibrator, she likely would not have been able to help herself. Certainly, he would be able to feel hr body straining agains this hands, leaning forward, wanting more and more of him inside of her.

Pulling her news paper closer to her, she began to bite down on her lip, her face flushed with arousal and embarrassment, head tilted just enough to allow him to lick and kiss and bite at her neck. This was going so fast, so much further than it ever had before. She was panting, perhaps a bit too loudly, but she could barely restrain herself as it was. Would he forgive her, did he understand that she had never felt this kind of pleasure before? He was kissing upwards, closer, she could feel his breath on her skin just as clearly as she felt that bussing device slide slowly down her belly, finally sliding down under the waistband of her skirt. Oh god, would he press that against her? She felt a surge of panic and arousal and opened her eyes, looking at him directly for the first time, wanting to warn him that if he pressed that thing against her clit she would not be able to hold herself back. But he did, the soft plastic slid beneath her panties and touched against her clit, she gasped, but before she could cry out she pressed her mouth firmly against his, kissing him while drowing out her cries of ecstasy against his lips, embarrrassed and not sure if that was what he wanted, but it was all she could to to keep quiet. Her body was trembling all over, her pussy flexed and squeezed around him as the added sensation of the vibration against her clit shocked her senes. She moaned against his lips, her mouth open, her sweet breath still tasting of some bubblegum candy she had eaten before getting on the train.

 

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Sefure moaned as his thick hard cock slid deeper into the young woman's pussy. He felt her tight virgin muscles clamp down hard on his penis, sucking him into her, covering his hard rod with her newfound wetness. He had lusted for her all this time, and was surprised that she accepted him so willingly, so wantoningly. He wanted this wonderful pleasurable experience of dirty ecstasy to never end, as the subway trains moved back and forth, a phallic symbol on rails. She had turned her head, and he saw her closely, for the first time. "You are as beautiful as I imagined..." he whispered, pressing her closer. His cock thrust again into her, pushing its way against her virgin flesh. Meanwhile, the light buzzing of the cell phone pressed lower, underneath her waistband of her panties. He found her button, slick and coated with her juices. He then closed his eyes and kissed her deeply, as the vibrating device. As they kissed, he shut his eyes tighter, feeling her warm wet tongue intermingle with his, her hard deep breathing warming his lungs. His free hand found her nipple again, teasing, tweaking, pinching the soft nub underneath her school blouse. He had pushed up her flimsy bra, yet did not expose her chest. He murmured again into her lips, kissing harder then more softly.

His mind raced. How could he be doing this? He had seen her as a young child, now she was a fully developed young woman. He, himself, lived locally, found a job nearby, and resolved himself into a peaceful, uneventful, future. Yet, as she was on the cusp of adulthood, how could he not touch her, feel her, run his hand across the skirt of her precious bottom? It was an impulse that could have destroyed his life, his nondescript standing in an everyday community. It was but a brief moment, and she fled, leaving at the stop that she did not normally go to. Yet she was there the next day, as if nothing had happened, as if being touched meant nothing at all. Or perhaps that she could be touched again? He would later give her glancing looks, quickly turning his head away before they made eye contact. Yet, over the years, their eyes would meet, linger, until the jostled crowd spread them further apart again.

But this time, the crowd seemed to cooperate. Either no one noticed, or everyone did. They were silent spectators to their carnal act, allowing the couple to finally give long lost pleasure to each other. Their stop was soon approaching, and they were being shoved towards the door opening to the station. The train was still moving, as he pressed again, his hard cock fucking her hard from behind, her lithe body pressed against the glass, lifted with every thrust of his wanton tool. He murmured into her ear, "I want you... I want you to cum so badly... I want you to shiver all over my thick hard cock..." The joyous vibrating phone pulsed silently even more louder.