I press my shoulders to the cool metal and glass doors of the subway. Adjusting the strap of my heavy crossbody work bag absentmindedly across my chest and trying to find where I left off in my e-book. Earbuds firmly in my ears to drown out the rattling screeches of the train or grassroots evangelist prattle. As I regain my reading spot, the train pulls into the next station and the doors open. Fellow homeward bound commuters stream in and fill space in the packed car. I glance up as a man rests against the closed doors across from me.
The man has a softly angled face with a tall, well built frame; maybe early thirties with silvering dark blonde hair pulled into a messy bun. He catches my glance and I immediately return to my book. “I beg to serve, your wish is my law, now close those eyes and me love you to death”, a late Peter Steele croons to me privately. The stranger shifts and pulls out his phone, places his Marshall headphones over his ears and chooses music to distract himself as well. I catch him looking at me again and coyly looking down at his phone.
The train pulls into the next station and the doors open on the stranger’s side. He crosses the car and rests on my left side against the door. My heart leaps and I try to not blush or sweat from nerves. He looks at me and smirks. I glance at his phone; he’s typing something into a note app. “Hope you don’t mind the way my eyes wander over to you”, he types, softly nudging my arm and holds out enough for me to read. I then blush deeply and look down as my flush extends past the collar of my shirt. The leather strap of my bag perfectly pressing down the light cotton between my breasts, leaving nothing to the imagination. I clear out of my book and type I noticed in my note app and smile at him shyly.
He exhales deeply and continues typing “Your bra is really cute under that sheer grey top. I’m enthralled by the shape of your breasts”. He more obviously holds it out for me to see. I shifted against the door and looked around at the bored commuters. He put his hand in his right pocket trying to fish something out. An errant, balled up Duane Reade receipt falls out of his pocket. He crouched to pick it up and brushed the outside of my thigh with the back of his fingers with a breath’s impact. He sees, but doesn’t hear, my eyes close and head roll back as I inhale.
“My brain wont settle, but the loudest sound is the thought of what your skin must feel like beneath my fingertips… if I could slide my hands up your shirt”, I read before he cleared the screen completely, I imagine you’d feel fucking fantastic in my hands, he continues. I thumb through some old photos, looking for just the right one. I instead land on a picture of my cat sleeping. He cocks an eyebrow. I continue to swipe until an image of my bare breasts flash quickly upon the screen before sweeping to an innocuous picture taken on a sunny day in the park. I press my power button once to a black screen and turn to him. He shifts and hides his screen for a moment as he types a reply. He backspaces and types a new response. I open my book again and fein interest for a few seconds when he nudges my arm. “Will I have another chance to see your incredible tits?”
The train pulls into the stop before mine. I type that my stop is next and phone number, hoping we can continue this game. He smiles, excitedly and commits the number to memory. I pull away from the subway door and exit the train. My hands are behind me and I gesture for him to follow. He stays a few paces back. My phone buzzes with a message from an unfamiliar number. “Tell me you want my hands up your shirt”. I can feel him watching me as I read the message and respond “Please, sir”. He immediately responds “That’s ‘Yes, Adam'”, darling. I can’t help but blush deeply again. “Before we arrive at wherever we’re going, I need you to answer each of my questions; honestly, directly”, He messages. “Absolutely!” I reply, ascending the steps to exit the train. He remains a few feet back to watch my knee length skirt swish across the back of my thigh. “First, how recently have you orgasmed and how?” We wait, apart, in a crowd for a walk symbol. His eyes are on me as I reply “This morning, by myself”. He grins, “Second, how sensitive are your nipples? May I play with them, pull them, perhaps even bite them gently?” I feel myself getting wetter while he raises an eyebrow quixotically, “My nipples are quite sensitive, but I love having them played with. It’s one of my favorite forms of foreplay”. I hit send. “Very good. Third, what is off limits when I finally catch you?” I take a moment to think before responding I believe in trying anything once. “Let’s find the limit”. I look over my shoulder before stepping off the curb. He shakes his head and blushes. “Wonderful. That being the case, fourth: are you aching for me to feel my hard, throbbing cock slide into your mouth first or would you like to immediately feel me slide into your pussy?” We cross the street and turn onto my block. “Absolutely!”
I feel him closing in as I dig my keys out of my bag. He’s just behind me as I unlock the front door of my building and let the door close behind me. He catches the door and I turn around. He places his hand on my chest and presses my shoulders into wall of the entry way. He kisses me deeply and presses his thumb into the indent where my throat and collarbones meet. I moan gently into the kiss. He presses his hips into mine, pinning me against the wall. I can feel his hard cock through his jeans, begging to be released. I gently push him away and take his hand in mine, leading him to my second floor apartment.
As we walk up the stairs, his warm hands crawl up the back of my leg and under my skirt. I fumble for my keys as we stand in front of my apartment door and drop them in my frazzled state. I crouch to pick them up. He gently taps my shoulder to stay down. I look up at him and smile, unbuckling his belt. He unzips his jeans and pulls his hard cock up. I look up at him as I lap the length of the shaft and flick the head with the tip of my tongue.
I grab my keys and unlock my apartment door. As I pull him by his belt into my apartment, we kick off our shoes and set down my bag. He pushes me back onto my couch. As I land, his hands crawl up my skirt and yank down my black lacy panties. He kisses and bites softly up my inner thighs. When he gets to the top, he scoops his arms under my hips and pulls me toward him. He sucks my clit for a few seconds before inserting two fingers and motioning me to “come hither”. I gently tug his hair and tell him that I was about to come. With a final suck, he stands up to look at me while removing his pants. “Remove your gorgeous grey shirt and cute bra. Let me watch you play with your nipples. Leave the skirt on and hiked up; I’ll need something to hold onto.” He said barely louder than a whisper. “Yes, Adam,” I obediently respond. “You didn’t mention that your nipples are pierced, darling” He said stroking his hard cock. I rub and gently pull my nipples, excitement rising in my belly and pussy getting wetter.
Adam lays next to me on the couch, spooning my body into his and whispers “Tell me what you want next. Do you want my cock deep inside you? Do you want me to fuck you gently or hard?” He sucks my already pointed nipples as I stroke his cock; a drop of excited precome sliding down my fingers. “Adam, I want you to fuck my tight, soaking pussy. I want you to start slow and get faster.” I beg breathlessly. He leans over my and fishes a condom from the wallet in his jeans before rolling it on. He grabs my right wrist and pins it to the couch and I allow his body between my legs. He teases my wet pussy with his hard cock before sliding it in. “Fuck, someone’s excited. Baby, you feel so good” He breathed into my hair. He fucked me slowly and deeply. I move my hips in rhythm with his and pull his hips toward me to signal I want it harder. Moments later, I cry “Oh, god” and pull him closer, moaning. “God wont help you, baby girl”, he responds, “When I tell you, kneel on the floor next to where we are”, he commands. A flush overtakes my body and my muscles tense up before a massive release and spotted vision. “Kneel for me, sweet heart”, he commands me with a gentle growl. I kneel as he stands and pulls the condom off. Two strokes later, he comes across my tits. He collapses back onto the couch, exhausted.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gg3hdg/first_post_stranger_on_the_train_mf
You had me at the mention of Peter Steele… It set a particularly right mood for the rest of the story.