You’re fired.
The words stuck in my head-still, after a long day job hunting.
Sitting here, feeling like a failure-assuming everyone on the sub way is judging me. Each day the 30 min sub way ride gets longer and longer.
The first day.
This trip was different then the rest…that smell, what could it be? So, intoxicating I want more. People are noticing me looking around the train like a lost puppy trying to find the smell-and I don’t care. Looking, looking…THERE! What is happening to me? I have never felt like this before.
She sat; legs crossed straight- reading. hair pulled back into a pony tail, Grey blazer…matching skirt-black heels. I couldn’t stop staring; I could feel the heat from my body trapping in my clothes. Sweating basically drooling, and I can’t talk-not one word. She never even looked at me.
The second day.
So tired, I couldn’t sleep.
The smell stuck in my nose, I had to try and see her again. I didn’t care about finding a job, I didn’t care about anything. Just her.
I stayed on the train all day and she hasn’t come back. I started to doubt my self-she clearly had class, maybe a lawyer?
I am just an unemployed construction worker. Why would she talk to me, Wait-the smell? What is that? It can’t be perfume. I’m craving it-like heroin.
Same style-only all black with a red shirt and red heels. I can feel my pants get tighter as my cock gets harder, throbbing as a picture myself taking her clothes off.
Fuck, she looked at me.
The Third day.
Fucking idiot.
I missed my chance, she looked at me and I couldn’t speak-force to spend the night jerking my cock every time I closed my eyes and saw her.
Back to the train -am I stalker? How does this end, it can’t be healthy? Hours later there she is-this time she sits across from me-staring at me. I finally gain enough courage to look up, she’s staring at my hard cock-I didn’t know it was visible. Her stop is approaching-now is my chance. I open my mouth to say anything to her and she slowly lifts her finger to her lips and a soft sshh escapes them. She gets up and leaves.
The fourth day.
is it just me or was that the most seductive sshh I have ever seen!
She must feel what I do, today is the day. It has to be.
Back on the train-there she is walking towards me, sits across from me and immediately lifts her finger to her lips, this time-no sound. She doesn’t cross her legs today, it’s like she wants me to look. I glance-she’s not wearing panties…I can see her perfectly shaved pussy and I can’t stop looking. Lost, I didn’t even notice we came to her stop. She stands up and looks at me and does a very slight head nod towards the door. Is she telling me to follow? I wait till the doors almost close and I quickly run out. I spot her walking down the street and start to follow her. Her smell driving me crazy, my cock now aching-begging me to release a load before it explodes.
She hasn’t looked back am I supposed to follow her? Am I taking it too far, I should turn around…
WAIT, she is gone, fuck-where did she go? I keep walking, searching frantically. I pass an alley and feel some one grab me; I panic at first until I smell her. There she is standing in front of me Eye to eye. She reached down and started rubbing my cock through my pants…what’s happening?
She grabs my hand and brings my finger to her lips- implying no words allowed…the sucks my finger until its soaked with her spit and brings my hand down to her skirt and makes me finger fuck her right there in the alley. I continue, soft at first but I can tell that’s not what she wants. So I get aggressive-not faster…harder and harder until I feel her smooth cum coat my fingers. She pulls my hand away and starts undoing my belt, I start licking her sweet-sticky cum off my fingers. Tastes so dam good.
She pulls my pants down and my cock is as thick as its ever been, she admires it before swallowing it. I’m so over whelmed, I grab the nearby building trying to keep myself from falling. I grab the back of her head with my other hand and hold it firmly as I thrust as hard as I can, every gag creating more and more spit to run down my balls. She can feel the throbbing of my cock getting ready to cum, I can tell. She started staring me in the eyes…almost there…
She stops, and pulls away-with a sideways grin…I fall too my knees I just want to beg her to continue…please make me cum…but she doesn’t want talking..i look up so she can see my frustration and within seconds she had a leg up on my shoulder and her pussy spread over my lips. So smooth, so wet and I wanted it all. The faster I licked, the wetter she got-she started fucking my face in return. Grabbing the back of my head. Puling me in so tight I couldn’t breathe…only letting me up for air when I started to slow down. Now she was moaning…the first sound I got to hear from her. Her body started to quiver her leg pulled me in tighter I couldn’t breathe…and she didn’t care-this time no coming up for air. Just when I thought I would pass out she starts squirting, everywhere. I desperately try to catch it all in my mouth-I want it all! So warm and smooth and taste sweeter than my fingers did. Now I can’t take it-it’s my turn to cum and I’ll do whatever it takes. I pick her up and flip her onto her knees, before she can find her balance, I thrust my throbbing cock into her swollen pussy. Her arms give out immediately and I’m left holding her ass in the air like she weighs nothing. Each thrust breathing heavier. How dare her make me wait. Who does she think she is? She starts biting her arm, and her pussy starts taking hold of my cock, it’s getting ready and doesn’t want me to leave, she’s throbbing at the same times as me and I know where both close. She’s biting harder now-trying to stay silent…fuck your silence I said to her as I pulled my cock out and shoved it into her ass-she lets out a scream which quickly turns into a loud moan as i thrust faster and faster. Her quivering starts again so I grip her hips firmer and start pulling her into each thrust as hard as I can- I scream take it and she scream yes as I blow the thickest load of cum in my entire life into her ass triggering her to squirt all over me. I pull out and stay knelt behind her as we both aggressively gasp for air resting my forehead just above her ass.
We catch our breath and start getting dressed, wow. The best sex I have ever had. I’m done before her and I just watch her get dressed…can’t take my eyes off of her. She notices and smiles, hands me an envelope and presses her finger against her lips and then walks away.
I watch until she’s out of site and I make my way back to the sub way. The entire way home all I could smell was her pussy juice all over me and it provided comfort and peace of mind.
When I got home, I opened the envelope, assuming it was her contact information. Instead-a sticky note with a drawn winking face attached to 2 100 dollar bills. Was I just paid for sex? Is this her way of saying I’m just a toy and nothing more?
Now I lay in bed, wondering if I can do this, and get paid…all the time?
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/c3kpng/28m_silent_stranger