We cleaned up to go home. After packing everything up we hopped on the subway. The car was completely packed. I remembered one of Larry’s fantasies.
I reached over a nonchalantly brushed my hand against his cock. He gasped. I took my hand away, searching the faces of other travelers to see if they noticed. Everyone was oblivious. Once more I reached over, but this time gave him a good firm squeeze.
The train came to a stop and the doors opened. As some got off we were pushed to the corner, the car becoming completely full again. While shifting I looked and there was a noticeable bulge in Larry’s jeans.
Squished into the corner I became more bold with my movements. Facing him my hand traced down his stomach and up his shirt. I felt those strong abs I’ve always oogled. Going down I reached the button on his jeans and opened it. I undid the zipper just enough to get my hand into his pants.
“ohhhhh” Larry moaned.
I knew he was getting off on this. He’s always fantasized about getting it on on the subway.
The door opened and I rotated my body to hide what we were doing, keeping my hand on his now throbbing piece of meat. Slowly I glided my hand over his head and down his fat shaft. Reaching low I slightly scratched his balls with my fingernail. I saw the desire in his face.
The train stopped and I quickly zipped Larry’s pants. Walking through the station he kept closely behind me in efforts to hide his boner. It didn’t help that’s I’d stop short and rub my shapely ass against his crotch.
We went up the stairs and he grabbed my ass. “That is such a beautiful piece of work! Jules, I need you now.”
