An eventful ride on the subway [MF] [Public]

Thought I’d share a little experience from the other week.

I was out with my partner, but our plans were scuttled due to a long lineup and unwillingness to wait. We cast about for other things to do, and finally decided to go back to his place, although by that point I was feeling tired and thinking I should just go home. He had left his car at a suburban subway station, so we figured we’d ride the subway together till my stop at least.

When we got onto the westbound train, it was fairly empty. He took a seat and I stood in front of him, thinking of a fantasy of mine, but too shy to say it out loud. I was trying to remember if I’d mentioned it – I knew I had confessed the secret desire to be fingered in a public place, but had I mentioned the subway as a possible location?

I stood with one of my feet wedged between his, and gently squeezed his knee between my legs. His arm was resting in his lap, and he touched my thigh, letting his hand linger but not moving it. Then he moved it away.

I was trying to send every psychic message I could, trying to signal telepathically: touch me again.

And then he did.

We locked eyes for a moment, and then he looked away as his hand inched slowly up my thigh. I was wearing a shirt dress, with buttons all the way down the front, and the bottom one came undone.

I had to focus on keeping my breathing somewhat regular, and not losing my grip on the bar above me. I was wearing heels, and keeping my balance was tricky.

Then his hand slid away as the train pulled into the station and more people got on. Under my breath I was praying, please don’t sit right next to us, please don’t sit right next to us, please don’t sit right next to us. No one did, and his hand slid higher again. Achingly close to my panties, already wet with anticipation. I bit my lip.

The train took a slight curve, causing me to sway, or maybe I swayed a bit more than necessary. He took the opportunity.

Then we reached my stop. He started to say goodbye, and I said, “Oh no, I want to stay on this ride with you.” That was all he needed to hear.

Someone was standing right behind me, and I wondered: is he getting off on watching this? Does he even know?

My partner was getting bolder, fingers inside me, thumb working my clit while I tried to hold the moan. There were a few more bends in the tracks, and I took advantage of the train’s shifting movement to conceal my grinding on his hand. I bit my lip harder to keep from gasping and panting. Was it obvious from the look on my face? Just the idea of all these strangers around us, apparently with no clue what we were up to, no idea how close I was to cumming right there on the subway, completely at his mercy, was almost more than I could bear.

Finally his stop. His car was right by the station, and as soon as he pulled into traffic I pulled off my panties, gasping for air and feeling like I’d been holding my breath for 20 minutes. We were at his apartment in 5 minutes although the drive felt like forever. We were barely inside before he pulled up my skirt and took me from behind in the doorway. I could barely stand and knocked a few things off an end table, I came with such intensity.

Just thinking about it now I can feel myself getting wet. Riding the subway will never be the same for me again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d5aibh/an_eventful_ride_on_the_subway_mf_public