Riding on the train is a favorite moment of mine.
It’s funny that I would like it, considering the crush of rush hours. It’s strangers pressed impossibly close to one another, breathing each other’s air, and pretending ignorance at the feeling of body parts touching so intimately.
But what I love about it is the moment I snag a seat and someone steps in front of me to grab a rail above. As the train starts, their grip tightens, and they do something that always draws my gaze. They widen their stance and send my imagination into overdrive.
After my visit to the esthetician for my wax, I was especially squirmy and aware. I managed to slide into an empty seat when a sea of people exited just as a guy stepped in front of me and grabbed the overhead rail. He was cute, or he was to me. Bronze tan, blonde hair recently cut if the break in his tan at the hair-line was any indication, and brown corduroy pants that fit him well. I think his eyes were blue, but honestly I didn’t look. What I did fixate on was his waist as it came level with my eyes.
Be subtle. I have to coach myself to rein in my thoughts, but the train starts causing him to open his legs for balance. I can’t help thinking about is all the things I can’t do on the full train.
I can’t lean forward and trace the outline of his cock through his jeans, I can’t unzip him and get a good look at the length of him, and I definitely can’t feel the girth of him stretching my mouth wide.
I imagine how he’d sound as he slid into the wet warmth of my mouth. It would be that low, sexy groan that men make when they feel something awesome. He’d sink his blunt tipped fingers into my braided hair and tug with each suck. Tug so hard my eyes would tear up, but I’d hum around him begging for more. He wouldn’t care who watched, his hips canting forward erratically the whole time.
The benefits of darker skin is my flushed face is hidden, but I can’t help my shifting or my soft sighs. I want to feel him so bad I can taste it, taste him on the back of my tongue. Would I satisfy that urge if it were just us there? Would he let me?
He meets my eyes before he gets off the train and for a moment I feel like we share the fantasy.
Blue; his eyes are blue, and I know I’ll think about that color later when I slip between my sheets.
What a nice morning treat you’ve given us! (Or early afternoon, I guess…)
I’ve been thinking about it for the last 24 hours. Moving has made me extra horny.
Well, you should move to NC next time. 😉
subway ? will that be a six incher or a footlong maam ?
Ahahahahaha. I’m not too picky. I’ll take whichever tastes the best.
Yeah, I find it hard to concentrate when I have a blond, cute crotch swaying in my face, too.
But why is it always attached to a guy??? 🙁
Ahaha. Women tend to turn away on the train. I know I do.
Now, THIS is the way to enjoy a crowded subway ride. 🙂
Certainly kept me distracted.
Love this little fantasy. I’ve had loads of fun imaging just such things, strange bodies pressed together. Wondering if she can feel my heat, smell my subtle cologne, my sweat. Can she feel my gaze?
Even got carried away once when the train was practically empty…
Oh, I’d love to hear how carried away you got!
Should possibly have said carried away with myself… Seems as though, like you eluded to, sex with another person would be rather obvious. Even on an empty train in days where camera are everywhere. Best to just use ones hands on yourself or on another. Much more discrete.
Yea, I have tend to lean toward exhibition, but sex on a public train may be too much too soon for me.
A good one for a bucket list maybe? And btw, I got completely carried away…
I’ll have to consider it.
I read a book once (How To Have Sex With The Same Person For The Rest of Your Life…and Love It) back when I was married (and trying to love sex), and something like this was one of the techniques encouraged – allowing yourself to have fantasies of strangers on the train or bus.
Yours is especially nice.
You naughty girl. . . . Lo sometimes sends me i-phone pics from the train of crotches of men she finds particularly enticing as they stand in front of her in their business slacks.
I like the men in nice fitting jeans. Not sure I’m brave enough to snap a photo though. Lol
lolll. The new city, eh?
Yup. Makes me frisky apparently
So dirty! I love it lol
I’ll definitely take dirty as a compliment.