Thread: The Subway (Exodus and Scribe)

It was impossibe for her to even begin to imagine what must be going through his head - he was a man after all, and an older man at that! The things that he had experienced, had seen, had felt, had wanted all of those things vastly exceeded even her most vivid, teenaged hormonal fantasies! Her first and foremost had been the subway since she had been in middle school, whe she felt the touch of a man, just briefly, for the first time. Embarrassed and confused she had dashed off the train at the first stop, but it was as if the feeling of that warm hand had never left her backside, the memory of that stranger's audacity had planted a seed of deviance in her and had been groping at her body ever since, and tht had been years ago. Still, she could not help but wonder what he thought of all this - if he wished he could just shover her against the glass window, if he had wished she had slipped more discreetly to the back of the car, facing the corner? Already, having him inside her was more than she had ever imagined possible in reality, at least, but it had only been a few minutes and she was dfesperately craving more. As if he could read her thoughts she felt his thrusts begin to quicken, deepen, a bit of strength added cautiously each time he plunged into her, allowing her enough time to adjust so that she would not fall forwards. He was thrusting into her practically vertically, and the sensation was tight and intense. She could feel him sliding over every curve inside of her, and naturally her body wanted her to lean forward, to give him more of an angle. If it was not for his arms around her, his hands now tweaking at one throbbing nibble while the other massed her other breasts with his cell-vibrator, she likely would not have been able to help herself. Certainly, he would be able to feel hr body straining agains this hands, leaning forward, wanting more and more of him inside of her. Pulling her news paper closer to her, she began to bite down on her lip, her face flushed with arousal and embarrassment, head tilted just enough to allow him to lick and kiss and bite at her neck. This was going so fast, so much further than it ever had before. She was panting, perhaps a bit too loudly, but she could barely restrain herself as it was. Would he forgive her, did he understand that she had never felt this kind of pleasure before? He was kissing upwards, closer, she could feel his breath on her skin just as clearly as she felt that bussing device slide slowly down her belly, finally sliding down under the waistband of her skirt. Oh god, would he press that against her? She felt a surge of panic and arousal and opened her eyes, looking at him directly for the first time, wanting to warn him that if he pressed that thing against her clit she would not be able to hold herself back. But he did, the soft plastic slid beneath her panties and touched against her clit, she gasped, but before she could cry out she pressed her mouth firmly against his, kissing him while drowing out her cries of ecstasy against his lips, embarrrassed and not sure if that was what he wanted, but it was all she could to to keep quiet. Her body was trembling all over, her pussy flexed and squeezed around him as the added sensation of the vibration against her clit shocked her senes. She moaned against his lips, her mouth open, her sweet breath still tasting of some bubblegum candy she had eaten before getting on the train.