“Oh, my…” there was no need to hint at the obvious. That situation was provoking a biological respond in my body, or, at least, that was what I wanted to believe. I couldn’t say anything back, all I could do was squirm under his expert touch through my folds.
Involuntary, I started to rock my hips and I felt I was grinding against his rigid member. ‘Fuck’, I thought. I was reaching my limit. And, as if he had read my mind, his movement became even rougher.
My hands were still covering my mouth, holding the moans that were building up in my throat. I closed my eyes and everything around me faded away in the incredible pleasure of the moment. The slight idea of someone watching us gave my excitement the last pushed it needed for me to reach the orgasm, but it never got to happened.
“Oh, I get off here.”
The abrupt lack of touch made a wave of pleasure washed over me, as my body was trying to regain control over itself. I couldn’t resist any longer and a deep moan escaped my lips. If it hadn’t been for me gripping on the metal bar on my right I would have ended up on the floor like a squirming mess.
Now, I’m sitting on one of the seats of the subway still trying to catch my breath and feeling my wetness, thinking about posting what had just happened to me hoping we would do this again.