Erotica Stories
I like the way my orgasm feels as it's building from my balls. Slowly - I've nursed this one. I like the passion of forcing myself to delay cumming. It is delicious to keep myself from something I want so much that I'm not waiting for anybody else to give it to me. I'm interrupted as I feel myself starting to peak, and debating whether to let myself or not, by the phone ringing. "Damn" I mutter, thinking that fate has decided for me. I look at the pictures of nude women I have laying open to look at. That ass is wonderful, and I love those nipples. I wish I could have all of these women in real life. "Hello" I say, still rubbing my hot, throbbing penis. "Is Lisa there?" Oh, joy! I recognize your soft voice. The one I've had in the back of my mind the whole time I've been fantasizing. I can hear a faint nervous passion in it, as well. This perks my cock just a little more. I stop rubbing it, I want this to last a bit longer! "Nope. Just me." "Terrence, right?" "Yep. Lisa?" "Yes. What are you doing?" I can hear the hopefulness in your voice. "Are you sure you want to know?" "OOOOhhhh, if you're doing what I hope you're doing, yes, tell me in detail!" Definitely passion in your voice... "Until a moment ago, I was laying in bed, naked, stroking my cock while I read stories in magazines, looked at pictures of naked women, and wished that you would read my mind and call me to hear me talk dirty at you." "That's what I was hoping!" "Are you horny?" I ask, hopefully. I have a fantasy that I want to follow up on. "I'm not very horny yet, but I really want to be..." You say huskily into the phone. "I will be glad to help! To do so, I'd like to have you take your shoes off, and lay down on your bed. I'm going to make love to you while we both masturbate for ourselves since we can't be there in person. What are you wearing?" "I'm wearing jeans and a sweater. The sweater is soft, loosely knit, with a lot of holes that, if I look closely, I can see the black of my bra strap against my skin." "Hmmmm. Sounds delicious...Your shoes off?" "Yes. I'm laying down now..." "Okay, while I tell you what I want to do, you get really comfortable. You might want to lock the door. I realize that we can't really have sex since we're thousands of miles away from each other, but I know that we can have orgasms. And sometimes the best sex is no sex - or rather being given sex by someone else. What I mean is that some of the most fun I've had was masturbating that fat woman I told you about. We were in a car, parked to chat with each other, and we started feeling each other up. I like her breasts and nipples, and I know that she likes to watch me stroke my dick. I sucked on her nipples while I stroked on my dick, but I wanted to give her an orgasm. I've gotten a few blow-jobs from her, but never given her an orgasm in return, and I felt that it was damn-well time to do so. "I reached down to her leg, she parted both of them as my hand worked my way to her crotch. My mouth was hungrily sucking on her tits as my eyes looked for cars passing by. Not that we would have stopped what we were doing, we would have just hidden it better. "My left hand went down to support my body as I moved my right hand over to put it between her underwear and her belly. I thrilled to the first touch of her wet pussy as she gasped/sighed in my ear. I liked the sound, knowing that she was getting _Very_ turned on. I licked at her nipples while my finger started to play with her clitoris. She muttered into my ear about how good it felt, so I kept it up. It didn't take very long before she was thrusting her hips at my probing finger, and pulling my face into her chest to suck at those wonderful nipples of hers. I was rock-hard, even though I hadn't touched myself in a few minutes, when she came. She arched her tits firmly into my face as her clit rode my finger. She moaned a bit loudly - telling me not to stop. I didn't want to, but a car came by and we decided we'd better. But I was still hard. I knew she wanted my prick the moment she laid eyes on it, but I was so horny from her orgasm that I came after she stroked it just a couple of times." I can hear your heavy breathing as I finish my little story, and I like knowing that I've turned you on just a bit. "What I want to do is to have us masturbate each other. More accurately, I want to get you off _BIG TIME_, but using _your_ hands instead of my own. Knowing what I'm doing to you will really get me quite well, you'll know that when you hear my orgasm -shortly after I've heard yours. Are you ready for this? Are you horny? do you like the idea?" Your voice is trembling just a little as you answer me, "Yes, I'm horny. I can tell that I'm already starting to get wet!" "Good. I like knowing that. When I say that I'm doing something, I want you to do it for me. Like, right now I want to caress your neck, so I need you to rub your neck, caress it for me..." "Your touch feels good," You tell me. "Good. You don't have to talk if you don't want to, just let me know that you're enjoying yourself, and tell me when you take the phone away from your ear so that I can stop talking until you're back on, OK?" "Yes." "Your neck feels wonderful to my fingertips. I like stroking them over it, feeling the softness of your skin as I run my hand over it. The touch of your hair on the back of my hand as I look into your eyes, enjoying the passion I see reflected in them. I move my hand down the front of your sweater, lightly, outlining the curves of your breast, without touching them firmly enough to enjoy their mass. I move my hand down to your belly, and rest it there, massaging for a moment before I move to your hip and caress there. Your body feels so soft, so warm and so alive under me that I want to tear your clothes off. My cock gets stiffer just thinking about it. "I'm rubbing your belly, your sweater between my hand and your fine skin. I want to see your naked body, filled with passion, but I want also to wait. I move my hand down to the fly of your jeans and rub there for a little while, caressing around your hip bones, enjoying the feel of your body beneath the jeans. I want to feel that body, so I move my hand back up, under your sweater, to your belly. I can feel it quivering under my hand. I rub the skin, back and forth, tracing your navel. I like the way your skin feels to my questing fingers. I move them down to the top of your jeans, working them under the cloth. "If I stretch far enough, I can feel pubic hairs. My cock throbs at the touch of your pubes, but I can't touch them well enough. I unbutton your fly, opening your jeans so that I can see your pubic hair, under your black silk panties. I can't see all the way to your pussy, but I can see skin and pubic hair within the lace. It looks so sexy, all I can see of you is a little of your belly, and your panties and what I can see through the lace. The pubic hair feels soft and silky as I caress the tufts sticking out from the top of your underwear. "I can't wait to get to your pussy, but I _have_ to feel your breasts first. I move the hand that was playing with your pubic hairs up to feel your breasts through the material of your sweater. I like their mass, the way they feel under my hand. I can feel your nipples getting hard as I caress your breasts. It feels marvelous. I'm stroking my cock, just thinking about it. I want to see those wondrous mounds of yours, but I am struck by an idea as I start to pull your sweater off. Instead, I just lift it enough that I can remove your bra. As soon as it's off, I start to play with your nipples with both hands, rubbing each of them between my thumb and forefinger, moving all of my fingers against them quickly, feeling the way they move as each finger comes into contact with them; caressing them with the palms of my hands. I love hard nipples poking into the palms of my hands. MMMMMMmmmmm they feel good. I like stroking my rock-hard penis as I think about rubbing those marvelous mamaries of yours. But I want to see something, first. I pull your sweater back down to see your nipples poking through the knitted holes. God, that makes my cock pulse. I tweak them through the cloth a little more before I can't stand to just look. I've got to have your sweater off - NOW!" "Just a second," I hear you panting as you lift the sweater over your head. I like that you sound like you're breathing heavy. "I'm back. God, my nipples are hard. My pussy is even throbbing, I can feel it as I move my legs back and forth. You've got me very horny! I can't wait until you make me come..." "I'm working on it. I just hope that _I_ can hold out until then." "Your sweater is lying on the floor, obscuring the lace bra. Looking just at the bra makes my cock twitch. I look back at your breasts. They look wonderful to me, round and _very_ hard nipples, poking up from on top. I take my hands and cup your breasts, running my thumbs over your nipples while I knead the soft undersides, running my hand back and forth against the skin of your belly." "MMMMMMmmmm that feels good," you moan. I can hear your mouth watering with anticipation. "My cock is starting to drip with pre-cum. You look so good, and your moans just make me want you more. I keep one hand on your breasts, moving back and forth between the two, caressing the nipples, stroking the round sides, and enjoying the soft undersides. The other hand moves down your belly, to your pubic hair and starts caressing the top of your mound. I can't see into your pants to see your crotch, but my fingertips can just feel where the skin curves down into your clit. I can't quite touch the clit, but I start moving my hand on the skin just above it, under your panties. I like the heat I feel coming off of them. This all feels so good, I have to stop touching myself, or I'll cum right here! "Does it feel good, having me touch you? Your skin is so soft to my hands that my head is spinning and my cock is drooling like it was already cumming. I can't wait to blow my wad - it's going to be awesome. "I take my hand off of your breast. It's time to take your pants and panties off. I reach down with both hands..." "Just a minute, I'm taking them off now," you tell me. "God, my panties are _soaked_! You've really got me wet. I can smell my horniness and it just makes me hotter. My nipples are so hard, and my clit wants you to touch it +NOW+!" "It's going to have to wait a little bit, I want to touch you all over first. I like running my hands up and down the outsides of your thighs, reaching around to cup your ass. I love asses. Just looking at a good one always makes me want to fuck _anything_ with a hole. I squeeze it for a moment before I move my hands back to your thighs. As soon as my hand starts to move to the inside of your thighs, you spread your legs. Even moving your hips in the direction of my hand so that I'll touch your pussy. I'm not going to do that quite yet. I move my hand down to the bottom of your thigh, on the inside, and work my way up until I'm tickling the pubic hairs around your hot pussy. I can feel the slick wetness from your pussy-juices on your leg. They just excite me all the more. "Quickly, I move my hand to your pussy, cupping it in my hand, and not moving for a minute. I tell you to not move, just enjoy having me touch it, because you're squirming under my touch. You comply, and I slowly start to move my whole hand around in a circle. "I've got my palm on the top of your pubic mound, above the hood to your clit. My middle finger is down near your butt-cheeks; a favorite position for it to be, with your pussy lips on either side of it, being gripped by my index finger and my ring finger on either side. I stop moving in circles when I get this way, and start moving my hand up and down, the lump at the top of my palm where my middle finger starts is sometimes bumping against your clitoris as I move up and down. I'm unhindered by friction, because you are _so_ wet. Are you doing this?" "Y- Yes," I can hear that you're distracted, pleasing yourself. I can tell that as you started to speak, you touched your clit again, making you gasp right in the middle of your words. It almost makes me come right then and there to hear that kind of passion in your voice. "Slowly, I start to apply pressure with my middle finger as I move my hand up and down. I circle it around your hole, slipping it in every so often. Each time I put it into you a little deeper, until my hand almost stops moving, with that lump right on your clitoris, so that as my middle finger moves in and out of your wet pussy, it also rubs against your clit. I can hear you gasping with pleasure. GOD, I want to stroke my cock, but I know that I'm going to cum the moment I touch it - your passion has gotten me _so_ horny, I can't stand it!" "MMMph-unh" "I can tell that you're ready for the good stuff now. I move my middle finger all of the way into your pussy, then I crook it so that it's rubbing right behind your clitoris. This might make you feel like you've got to go pee, but don't worry, just enjoy the way it feels. This will quickly turn to pleasure. It means you're doing it right. "Do you feel it, that pressure building from deep in your gut? That's an orgasm building up for you. Enjoy that feeling, the more I rub your clit and your g-spot (that's what my middle finger is playing with), the more and more powerful your orgasm will get. It feels so good, feeling your pussy grabbing at my finger, I want so badly to cum...I'm starting to stroke my cock, now. I can hear your ragged breathing telling me that you're getting close to an orgasm. It feels so good to stroke my cock while I watch you enjoying your body. I love that look on your face. It is so filled with passion... "Your hand on your nipple, while your other rubs at your clit and g-spot both at the same time looks _so_ sexy! I'm drooling about it. My cock is, too. I can feel my own orgasm growing." I can hear you starting to gasp as an orgasm builds within you. It fires my cock all the more. I know it's time for my orgasm. "Mmmmmmmmm your orgasm is feeling so good building on my fingers! I love the wet feel of your pussy grasping my fingers. I'm going to come _very_ soon, now. I'm starting to come now...." "Ohhh - ahhh- god! GOD!" that's as far as I can put your screams into words. Partly because I'm deafened, partly because they get pretty incoherent. "Ohh, Ummmm God, that's good. MMMMM" I say as cum explodes from my cock, bathing me and the bed in the sticky white stuff. I wish it were you I was bathing. I hear your voice from a distance, and I know that you've dropped the phone in your passion. "God that was unbelievable. Did you come yet?" It takes you a moment to get it out right, you're so wasted from the orgasm. "Yes, I did. The only thing that could possibly have made it a better orgasm would be to have you here, actually giving it to me! I know you're tired, so I'll let you go and rest. Love you" I wonder whether or not you're going to put the phone back on the hook. And I'm amazed that no cum got on my magazines. Almost a little disappointed that I don't have a picture of your naked body that I could have enjoyed looking at while I came... Back to top
Malcolm woke with a terrible start, convinced that something had touched him. All around him was blackness -- the deep impenetrable blackness of a moonless, starless night in a room with its heavy opaque curtains drawn. It was so black he could almost feel the atmosphere round him, and wondered for a moment if that could have woken him. Taking stock of his situation, he realized that he was lying on his back, having thrown off all the covers, and smiled to himself as he noticed that, as usual when he awoke, he had an enormous erection. Very proud of that erection, was Malcolm. Starting from a perfectly ordinary (though very handsome) cock in its soft state, his lovers would begin to stir the beast into life -- which happened very quickly -- and after half a minute or so of gentle stimulation would find themselves with a veritable hosepipe on (or in) their hands, surmounted by a length of foreskin even when fully hard. There's nothing better than a middle-of-the-night wank to send you to sleep again, he decided, and went to move his right hand into a suitable position for doing that very thing. Horror! Thin, strong, furry fingers gripped his right wrist, pinning it to the bed. Automatically, he tried to lift his left arm over to release the vice-like grip, but a second furry hand was already there, holding his left wrist. Malcolm whimpered and thrashed his body about to shake off his captor, kicking out at the end and the sides of the bed to reach the body of this creature. His feet and knees met no resistance, and he realized that its body must be behind his head. Summoning up some long-forgotten gymnastic skill, he suddenly raised both legs until his feet were behind his head, but still no solid flesh met his powerful kicks. Worse was to come. Two more sets of furry fingers clamped themselves round his ankles, holding him in this extremely uncomfortable doubled-up position. It occurred to him then that there must be more than one of these creatures, and sleep had cleared sufficiently from his mind for him to wonder what these monsters were, and why they had attacked him like this. His cock (now much less erect) and balls were hanging down over his face, though he couldn't see them, and he relaxed slightly, trying to find enough space in his constricted chest to breathe. His body still held firmly in four places, more furry hands began to stroke the backs of his legs and buttocks, his ears, and both nipples -- all at the same time! There must be a whole group of these things, he guessed, and wondered how to escape. It was no use shouting -- his bedroom was on a separate floor from the others, and the door at the top of the stairs was closed. Futilely, he struggled some more, but was quite unable to break free from them. The hands on his buns nuzzled between his legs, brushing the underside of his ball-sack with soft fur. Erotic fires shot through his tortured body, reviving the forgotten erection completely, and he moaned with sudden lust. Slowly, the hands holding his ankles began to move apart, spreading his legs, and he began to panic that if they continued, some part of him would split. But they lifted his legs and lowered them to the bed in their former position, still clamped firmly, but now quite comfortable. His erection resumed its skyward pointing. Fur enveloped his balls, stroked all over his chest, particularly his nipples, and rubbed his mouth, nose, ears, and forehead. The strongly erotic sensations aroused by this were almost more than Malcolm could bear -- he longed to grip his tool firmly and finish the job he had tried to start some time before, but had no hand free. As if in response to his unspoken thoughts, a ring of fur, so soft that it could not contain any fingers, completely encircled the tip of his cock and traveled right down to the base, meshing with his ball hairs. Up and down the furry ring traveled, applying agonizingly gentle pressure to his screaming sensitive cock. His hips began to thrust upwards from the bed, trying to force the encircling fur to stimulate him more, but the ring suddenly lowered itself to his cock-base and held him down firmly. At the same time, several more furry rings slid over the end of his throbbing meat, and began to move up and down in a random sort of rhythm, sometimes in the same direction, sometimes in opposite directions. Two more tight furry rings slipped on to each of his balls and massaged them gently, and firm furry hands stroked up and down the insides of his thighs. Malcolm sank into a red haze of lust, quite forgetting his fear at this unusual situation, and gave himself up to the wonderful stimulus. All at once, the furry rings round his cock, including the one at the base, all began to move upwards with a stronger stroking action. As one reached the tip and vanished, another began at the base, the combined effect being like a milking machine. It was all too much. Malcolm gave a great sigh, gritted his teeth, and waited for the orgasmic explosion. Just before the critical point, the motion on his cock stopped. He could feel his veins pulsing in near-orgasm, the throbbing of his heart making his skin rub against the now stationary fur. But the soft insistent rubbing on his balls and nipples continued, keeping him just below the very peak of desire. Each time he thought the sensation was just sufficient to push him over the edge, some part of the movement stopped, and he sank back to the plateau of arousal. Loud cries came from him when this happened; the pounding of his heart sounded so loud in his ears that he thought he might pass out, but still the inexorable stimulus went on. Steady drips of pre-cum fluid poured down the sides of his cock, and were immediately absorbed by the rings of fur waiting there. Malcolm had now remained erect and in an almost orgasmic state for over an hour, a feat which he had often tried to achieve on his own, but found impossible. Never before had he experienced such unbelievable sensations. His nipples were like miniature volcanoes, still being stroked in regular patterns, and his balls ached for release in their tight ridged ball-sack. The head of his cock was swollen inside the tip of his foreskin and was beginning to feel almost painful from the pressure. As if the ministering monsters realized this, the rings round his cock all moved up above his glands, and began to roll down the end of his foreskin, exposing his most sensitive areas. A slightly smaller furry ring, liberally coated with his pre-cum, gripped his cock just under the glands, and began to rotate slowly, always in the same direction, skimming over his incredibly tight fermium, and sending him into paroxysms of ecstasy. Shouts and groans now came from him more frequently, as he felt his whole being concentrate into his throbbing tool. "Don't stop! For god's sake don't stop now!" he yelled in a frenzy, writhing around on the bed as best he could with all four limbs held tightly. And, for once, they didn't stop. Fur on his chest, rubbing his nipples; fur on his balls, rubbing and squeezing; fur on the insides of his legs and even on his feet; furry rings once again milking his cock, but incredibly gently. Gradually, the point of no return was reached. Reached, and passed. Never before had he experienced the sensation of many minutes of orgasm before spurting out his juice. His body bucked and thrashed wildly, trying vainly to reach the climax he so much needed, but his captors were now stimulating him more strongly. Suddenly it was over. All the furry hands and rings released him. Like a fountain, the first spurt of jism shot up towards the ceiling, followed closely by the second. As they fell back onto his red-hot body, further convulsions pumped out enormous globs of creamy white juice until Malcolm was liberally coated with it. Strangled cries and grunts came from him as the sheer force of his ejaculation shook his body. Time after time another spasm wracked him, until he thought he could come no more, but still kept coming. Dazed and exhausted, Malcolm woke from a deep sleep. Screwed up between his legs and over his chest, his furry bed-cover was completely coated with his outpourings, and the last throbs and spurts of his tool reminded him that he had just had his most intense and pleasurable orgasm ever, without being touched by anyone. Smiling, he hugged the furry cover tighter, and willed himself to sleep once more, hoping against hope that the furry monsters would return before morning. Back to top
This is one experience I had as I driving in the Washington DC area. It's intent is to illustrate the varied and sometimes unusual exploits I have witnessed. This is only one of many. This is the first time I have put these experiences in writing. Please excuse mistakes, I am liable to make plenty. It all started one day as when I decided to stop at local Park and Ride to rest, I had started early that morning. The closest car was about 4 spaces to the right of my car. A male was sleeping (so I thought) inside. After making some notes concerning my work earlier that day I too decided to rest, and put the seat back and began to drift to sleep. As a truck passed I awoke, looking around I noticed the man in the other car still there and not aware I was in my car. He was looking down and suddenly I noticed a blond woman's head bobbing over his lap. He was smiling while watching her head bob. As time went on she stopped and sat up. She was wearing no top and had perfect tits and body (from what I could see). They kissed as I went unnoticed (thank God). Soon she started to climb onto his lap ( I must be sleeping I thought ). There she was bouncing up and down on his lap with me watching. I couldn't believe this would be happening in broad day light. As I watched from my laid-back position this wonderful woman would slow and speedup as her lover held and fondled her tits. This went on for quite a while (What staying power!!), with her leaning over for her lover to take her tits into his mouth. After they had enough fucking she laid back against the passengers door and lifted her legs . The man, of course, lowered his head and return the pleasure she had given him earlier. The position she was in, however, gave away my hiding place. At first she seemed reluctant but she didn't stop him. She did put on dark sunglasses so I couldn't see her eyes or where she was looking. I suspect she was excited by watching me watch her. They again changed positions with her on top bouncing away. This time she spent time looking over to my car. I was trying to hide myself the best I could, but watching this beautiful woman was ssoooo gooodddd...When they had finally reached climax she just sat on top of him. I relaxed suspecting they would leave soon. That's when I heard the car door open. As I looked over at them, she had gotten out of the car NAKED, and walked to the passenger side of their car, got in, and got dressed. Well, show was over. As they pulled away she looked back and waived... Not much of a rest but well worth the stop. They have been back again. Maybe I'll write another letter describing those and other events I have witnessed. This is for real. Anyone else have a similar experience they would like to share???... I love Washington !!!! Back to top
Let your Fingers Do the Riding
My wife, Deborah, often tells me "bedtime stories" of her sexual adventures. Some of them I know are true, either because I was there, or because she has corroborative evidence. Some of them, I'm sure, are fictional. Others, I'm just not sure about. I don't know about the truth of this one. It sounds like the kind of thing she'd do if she were in the right mood, but since I wasn't there, I can't vouch for it. If you've ever heard anything about the New York subways, you probably think you know what they're like. Noisy, obnoxious, and crowded. Most of the time that's true, but as any New Yorker will tell you -- once you get past his pride in living in the least livable city in the country -- that some trains can be practically empty if you pick the right times and routes. Many evenings, around 10 or 11, even the busiest routes start emptying out, and by midnight it's sometimes possible to have a car to yourself. In all fairness to New York, though, it does have it's good points. The Circle Line is one of them. It's a mini-cruise around Manhattan (it is an island, you know!) Any place that's got a decent-sized body of water has something similar. Seattle has trips around Puget Sound, New Orleans has riverboats running along the river. The Circle Line cruise is really beautiful at night with the city all lit up, but in the middle of winter, you can -- and probably will -- freeze your ass off. Deb and I often have separate social lives -- an inevitable reaction to work-related gatherings where people sit around and talk shop. What usually happened in New York was that I'd stay home and play with my techie-toys while she was out partying with her colleagues, or she'd stay home with a book while I was out cheering for the Mets. Naturally, that meant a few solo subway rides for both of us, often at somewhat odd hours. This is the story of one of those trip as Deb told it to me (albeit, with my title). Let Your Fingers Do the Riding I never did tell you about the aftermath of that party last month did I? The one that ended up in a ride on the Circle Line? Yeah, that's the one, when I didn't get home until around two. I was so pissed at you about that. Going to bed before I got home wasn't nice. I'd been hoping you'd still be up so I could fuck your brains out, and there you were, sound asleep in bed with MST3K blaring away on the TV. Why was I so horny? That's what I was going to tell you about. When the boat got back to the dock, we were pretty much partied out, and I, at least, was frozen stiff. We all went our separate ways, which for Gary and me meant heading straight for the uptown number 1 train. It turned out that he was frozen too, so once the train showed up we decided to try a little hypothermia treatment. We had one of the sideways sets of seats next to the car door to ourselves -- in fact we damn near had the car to ourselves. He sat down right next to the barrier between the seats and the door, and I sat in his lap, with his coat buttoned around both of us. Once I started to warm up a bit, I realized that Gary's lap was not the most comfortable place I'd ever sat -- somehow you never realize just how bony someone's legs are until you sit on them -- and I started to squirm around, trying to find a position that didn't include a bone poking me. Not surprisingly, this had something of an effect on him. I suppose you could say that I warmed him up a bit. The net result, though, was to make his lap even worse as a chair. If he wasn't poking me, I was squashing him, and all-in-all, I think we were both a bit relieved that Gary had to get off the train at Times Square and head for the E out to Queens. Losing my butt-warmer did have a few advantages besides easing my seat. Most notably, I could sit sideways on the seats, lean my back up against the barrier, and try to make my knees a little more comfortable by straightening them out in front of me. On the other hand, I did miss the warmth he had been providing, so I did what any normal person would do: I pulled my arms out of the sleeves of my jacket and hugged myself inside it. By 50th Street I was warm enough to realize how frustrated I had been with a hard cock against my ass and no time or opportunity to do anything about it. Without even thinking about it, I reached down, slipping my hand inside the waistband of my skirt, and began to rub my pussy through my panties. I was already wet, and after just a moment or so of rubbing, I knew that wasn't going to be enough. I was about to slip my hand into my panties, figuring to get a finger or two into my pussy, when I realized where I was. I took a quick look around, and was a little surprised to see that there was only one other person in the car: a guy sitting all the way down at the far end, his nose buried in a book. I only hesitated a second before I lifted my butt and slipped my panties off. I had my arms back into the sleeves of my jacket, my feet on the floor, and my panties in my jacket pocket seconds before the train stopped at 59th. As soon as the doors closed, I turned sideways in the seat again, putting my back towards the guy at the other end of the car, lifted the front of my skirt to my waist, and buried a finger in my pussy. Ahhh, heaven. My eyes closed involuntarily as I began to slide the finger in and out, rubbing the palm of my hand across my clit. I was rapidly approaching orgasm, when something made me open my eyes. A man was standing in the aisle about ten feet away, his eyes riveted on my crotch, the bulge in his pants clearly showing just what he thought of my little show. I froze, my on-coming cum evaporating. Not that I have any objections to showing off, quite the contrary, in fact. It was just the unexpectedness of it; thinking I was alone, and then discovering I had an audience. Seeing that I had stopped, he looked up from my pussy and our eyes met. Neither of us even breathed for several seconds, until, finally, he broke the silence. "Sorry to disturb you," he said, in the most incredibly gentle voice I've ever heard. He sounded for all the world just like someone trying to lure a strange kitten into coming over to be patted. "I saw what you were doing from the next car, and I just couldn't resist coming over to this one for a better look." What can you do when you're faced with a gentlemanly apology like that? Especially in New York! I did the ladylike thing. "Why don't you have a seat?" I said, pointing to the seat beyond my feet. Since I was sitting sideways, that seat was maybe five feet from my head, no more than two feet beyond the tips of my toes, directly in line with my pussy; sort of the pornographic equivalent of first row seats right behind the goal at a hockey game. "Perhaps you'd like to open your pants and do likewise?" "Thanks. I think I will," he said, with a sudden smile. The train was pulling out of the 79th Street station as he settled himself in the seat and opened his fly. He winced a couple of times as he worked his rock-solid cock out of the opening. They aren't the most maneuverable things, are they? Especially when you've got those silly jockeys to deal with. "Very nice," I told him, quite honestly, when he had it out and comfortably nestled in his hand. As he began to stroke it up and down, I resumed finger-fucking myself, thinking how silly I must have looked, carrying on a conversation on the subway, with a complete stranger, all the while with a finger deep in my pussy. After a minute or two, I switched to a masturbation style better suited to showing off, spreading my pussy lips open with my left hand, and rubbing my clit with the fingertips of my right. "Yours is very nice too," he said, his hand moving faster on his shaft. "You don't suppose we could..." His voice trailed off, as he tried to think of a good way to suggest that we stop fooling around with this masturbation stuff, and start fucking. I hesitated for a moment, wanting a cock inside me, and tempted by the drop of pre-cum that was just beginning to run down the underside of his cock head. "Probably not a good idea," I finally replied, regretfully. He shook his head sadly. "Damn. I'd love to sink my dick into that hot cunt of yours." His hand moved faster and faster (and so did mine!), and his breathing got rougher and more ragged. "Hot and wet," he moaned. "Shit, I'd love to eat you, you look so good!" I closed my eyes again for a moment, imagining my fingers were his tongue, sliding back and forth over my clit, and then that they were his cock, as I plunged my index and middle fingers as far into my pussy as they could go, and then began to finger-fuck myself frantically. My eyes flew open as I heard him cry "Oh, shit, YES!". I was just in time to see the first spray of his cum shoot up into the air. I watched it rise and fall in a perfect parabola, seeming as if it were in slow motion. As it reached the peak of its arc, I knew what was going to happen, and happen it did. His load came down directly on my lower leg, splashing hot and wet, and then running down to my ankle and onto the seat. The feel of his cum was the final straw for me, and I cried out as my own orgasm washed over me. I began to come down from my peak just as the train started to slow for the next station. "All that between 79th and 86th?" I thought, just as the conductor announced "Hunnerd 'n' Tenth Street. Next stop Hunnerd 'n' Sixteenth." We had made four stops, and I hadn't even noticed! "Hundred and Tenth!" my partner exclaimed. "Oh, shit! My stop was 96th!" Simultaneously, he leaped to his feet, stuffed his cock -- still dripping with cum -- back into his pants, threw a quick "Thanks a lot, Lady" over his shoulder to me, and leaped out the door just before it closed. I waved to him out the window as the train started up again, and then started thinking about how much fun I was going to have with you when I got home. One more stop, a couple of blocks walk, and then I was going to tell you the whole story, and then fuck you silly. I nearly froze my pussy walking home from the subway stop, because I was in too much of a hurry even to put my panties on; I didn't want to have to waste time taking them off when I got home. I gave the doorman one hell of a show when I slipped and fell on the wet marble in the lobby, nearly killed myself when I slipped again getting out of the elevator, got inside, and then discovered you were asleep! Fink!! Back to top
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