Finally the last customer left the
bank and Dean could close up and go home. Working late was not on
his top list of things he liked to do. Grabbing his bag of clothes
he boarded the subway. Finding a strap to hang onto, he stood
watching the buzz of people go by.
A nice looking woman stepped in. Her dress was casual, a nice
skirt accentuating a feminine figure. Looking around she
seemed discouraged there weren't any open seats. Finally she chose
a place in front of him and as the subway began to move, she
reached for the strap. The vanilla aroma she brought was a welcome
scent to the usually musty smell.
With her standing in front of him he found his mind wandering.
Dean moved in a little, testing her personal space limit, gently
nudging her from behind.
Her very presence distracted him terribly. He couldn't think of
anything but her naked firm body. The first nudge had no
affect. A grin spread across his face as his mind drifted to her
lying on a pool table with her legs spread and glistening. Again
he brushed into her causing her to turn her head a little and
flash him a pretty smile. Her soft pale lips parted slightly and
she turned back around. Her long brown hair swayed as the subway
came to another stop.
Daring to move a little closer, he took a step, just as the
subway jolted making her fall back into him.
"I am terribly sorry," she said quickly. The bulge in his pants
stiffened slightly. The moment when her ass cupped his cock
aroused him immensely. Dean shifted his bag accidentally bumping
her. This time she turned full around.
"That is quite the package," she said.
"It's my clothes I wear to work," he explained.
"Oh, I hadn't noticed the bag," she said, facing front again.
Dean hesitated a moment. What had she been referring to? Suddenly
she turned back around.
"I've been on my feet all day. Would you care to sit with me in
the back," she asked. He liked watching her lips move as she
talked. Dean bet those lips would look beautiful around his cock,
sucking away at it. Looking back he noticed there was only one
seat but didn't want to turn her offer down. He followed her to
the back of the car watching her hips sway.
"Please take the seat." she paused, waiting for him to finish.
"It's Dean but I'd rather you sat down," he said.
"Well Dean, I am Cara and I'd prefer to sit on your lap," she
said.
Once he sat down she positioned herself upon his lap.
Without hesitation he had a full-blown hard on. As the subway came
to a stop, the people around them got up, leaving the back of the
car clear.
"Unzip your pants Dean, I'd like to wrap your package nice and
tight," she said. Pausing for a moment he didn't know quite what
to say or do. He felt a little nervous having never had sex in
public before, but somehow she made him want to lose his
inhibitions.
Standing, she pulled up her skirt and slid her lacy panties
down. Dean unzipped his jeans and pulled his dick out, now at full
attention. Looking around he noticed the other passengers were
either reading or too busy looking out the window to notice
anything.
"It's a big one, I hope the wrapping fits," she said.
Slowly she straddled her legs on either side of him and he
helped her slide over him. Damn she had a wetpussy. It was so
slick he eased right into her, filling her up. Dean gripped her
hips, sliding her into him, his body warm and a little shaky but
he soon relaxed.
"I think this wrapping was made to fit," she said between
gasps. Dean couldn't believe that a minute ago she stood before
him, and now she was fucking him in front of people. She felt so
good, her walls soft and wet, a tunnel for him to seek out and
explore.
Her inner muscles gripped his cock as she slid herself up and
down, holding him tight around his shaft, milking him hard.
"You are beautiful Cara," he whispered. "It feels good to be
inside you." His hands traveled under her shirt until they reached
her full supple breasts.
Surprisingly she wasn't wearing a bra and he felt his body
spasm. They were huge and spilled out around his hands. Dean's
fingers traced her nipples, feeling them grow between his touch,
straining to break free against her top. Amid the noise of the
subway he could hear her moan.
Again he looked around, amazed at how oblivious everyone was.
Here he was getting off with a sexy brunette and others were
reading the paper or staring off into nowhere. Dean continued
fondling her walnut hard tits as she rode him, slow at first then
picking up speed. As she rocked and slid into him, he probed
deeper, his balls slapping against her curvaceous ass.
Her thighs trembled around him as she sighed and groaned.
"Thrust into me Dean, give me all you've got" she begged. Dean
could feel her arm moving as she massaged her clit. With her whole
body shaking he grabbed her hips and met her movements fast and
furious.
"Yes Dean, fuck me, that's right," she cried out. She slammed
into him, squeezing him tight, making the most amazing amount of
friction around his thick mass.
"Rub yourself good," he said. While she stroked her clit he
could feel her throbbing around him. He wanted her to cum so hard
she would never forget him.
Dean wanted to shove himself in her ass. He wanted to stretch
her anal hole and feel her tight ring devour him.
"Now, now," she screamed. Cara cried out as spasms shuddered
through her whole body. He felt her juices coat his cock, warmth
spreading around him, slicking him up even more. Dean could smell
her sex in the air mix with the vanilla, driving him wild and
fueling him with more energy. She writhed above him, her thighs
trembling still riding him hard.
"I want to feel you fill me up with your cum," she begged
breathlessly. As much as he wanted this moment to last, he could
no longer hold back. Her pussy held him tight, milking him dry
until he was at the brink.
The forces shot from him, dousing her heated snatch with every
ounce of his cum. Cara leaned back into him as they
recovered.
"I think you wrapped it well," Dean said.
"It was a pleasure," she insisted.
"I can't believe with all the noise we were making no one
bothered to pay any attention," he said. "I normally take the bus
but as I said, I was running late. Now I think it was a good
thing."
"To be honest I hadn't noticed I was so caught up in feeling
good," she replied.
"Here I thought you weren't interested," he said.
"I was going to play hard to get, but your package gave me
other ideas," she explained. "My stop will be coming up next."
"You will be on my mind," he said.
"Just so you know, I ride the subway again on Friday," she told
him.
"I might just do that," he said.
"Besides, I'd be happy to show you my many other talents that I
possess," she purred.
"You will also be on my mind Dean, as I get myself off tonight
in bed, your name escaping from my lips as I drench myself in
cum," she said. Turning around she stepped off the subway. Her
words echoed in his head as he rode through the next few stops.
Maybe working late wasn't such a bad thing. Perhaps it would
become a trend to work after hours.