I boarded the train, the air rising from the space between the tracks and the platform teasing over my naked sex as my skirt rose a little.
I pushed it down, blushing as if everyone around me knew that I had nothing on under the knee length skirt. I looked around the crowded car; I didn't see Mr. 12th floor so I moved toward the back and grabbed the bar above my head as I waited for the train to depart.
The train started with a lurch and I gripped the bar tighter as it rocked down the track. At the first stop, people got on...people got off.
Still no sign of my mystery man.
After about 4 stops, half way to work I kind of gave up. I stared straight ahead as I sighed disappointedly to myself.
Another stop, more people on and more people off. The train was packed. I couldn't help bumping into those around me as it started off again; I turned my head as a tousle of dark hair came into my peripheral vision.
"Keep looking forward."
It was his deep sexy voice that filled my ears. My pussy clenched in anticipation as I looked toward the front of the car.
There were people all around us as I felt a light fluttering against the back of my thigh. His fingertips slipped under the hem of my skirt and were moving in circles against the back of my leg, gradually progressing upward. He shifted, so his body shielded his actions.
I heard him inhale as his nose brushed against the sensitive skin in the crook of my neck. Felt the warm wetness of his tongue tasting my skin for the first time. He caged me in, his hand on the bar above my head and the other doing amazing things to my leg below. Slowly he traced the shell of my ear as his fingers moved higher and higher, until he was brushing lightly against the swollen lips of my sex.
"Delicious." A low whisper in my ear as his fingertips parted the lips of my pussy.
I bit down on my bottom lip to stifle the moan as his fingers slowly traced my wet folds, strategically avoiding my hard nub as his mouth moved over my nape.
The train prepared to stop and he lifted his head. It shuddered and jerked, my body pushed against him, against his hand. I did let out a little noise as the motion pushed his fingers into my sex. I spread my legs a bit, gripping him tight inside my body as the train stopped.
More people got on, more people got off. I was really hoping I was going to be the next one to get off!
My whole body was alert as I looked around the car. No one noticed us, or I didn't see anyone looking our direction. And my pussy was dripping wet!
I felt my juices coating my inner thighs as he just held his hand there, not moving one inch and buried up to the knuckle inside me. I shifted, groaning low at the exquisite pleasure of being filled.
The train jerked, I moaned out loud as his fingers worked a little deeper inside when my body rocked back against his, His strong chest pressed against my back as he leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on my neck. I covered my moan with a cough as the train started again down the track.
He started to move his fingers, pulling out slowly then pushing back in, every 4th or 5th stroke he rubbed me inside. I rolled my hips, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the bar above my head, using it as leverage.
He moved his fingers to my clit and my knees almost buckled as he flicked lightly over my most sensitive flesh. I felt his thumb press against the tight ring of my ass and my breathing came out in a whoosh. No one had ever touched me there before!
"Like that babe?"