Category: eroticstories

His eyes aren't pretty. They are arrogant and distant. He is somewhere else. She decides not to look at them, that way it won’t matter. He doesn't look at her either. She knows he’s been on the subway for a while, so has she. Riding the train back and forth, destination to destination, she noticed him as she walked from one end of the train to the other. He never noticed her. He’s just been sitting there in the same seat, back and forth. But he isn't there. He is sitting there, but he is somewhere else. She stands up, walks the two steps across the subway car and sits down next to him. He doesn't look at her. She is glad. They each just sit. She takes off her jacket and places it across her lap. She reaches over and places her hand on his. He turns his head to look at her. He looks annoyed; her touch brought him back into reality, back to the subway. He turns back away. She tightens her grip. He doesn't respond. Slowly she moves his hand in hers, pulling it under her jacket and sliding it up her inner thigh. It leaves a trail of warmth, a pathway. She holds it in place against her cotton panties. He curls his fingers, pressing the tips into the lips of her vagina, feeling the warmth through the thin fabric. This is his only reaction. He doesn't turn back, he doesn't smile, or laugh, or protest, but his eyes are still there. She feels him pull aside her wet panties. She feels him pry her open. She feels him push one finger inside her. He still doesn't look at her. She is still glad. Rhythmically his finger slides in and out. He rubs her clit with his thumb. Gently. The muscles in her thighs tighten. Her toes curl inside her too big black boots. He pushes in another finger. She closes her eyes. She can feel his fingers trace circles inside her. He rubs his thumb harder, pushing deeper. She arches her back and slightly lifts herself off the seat. Without removing his fingers he pushes her back down. She tightens. She comes. She can feel the subway train slow. She reaches into her lap and pulls his hand, places it back onto his knee. She stands up, puts her jacket back on, walks the two steps and gets off the subway. Then she turns and she waits for the next train. [xpost r/sexstories]