When the train finally sped out of the station, I glanced at the subway map over the window and saw that our next stop was 86th Street. We wouldn't have long to finish our business before the next interruption. Sensing my concern, the brunette thrust her thumb into my pussy and began massaging my clit with the cup of her hand. I groaned softly and twisted my face in pleasure as she watched my tortured agony in the window.
I had to fight the temptation not to rock my hips, and I pushed down on her hand so she could fuck me deeper with her thumb. I was gushing all over her, and I was worried that someone might hear the suspicious sloshing sound emanating from between my legs. But the train must have been running behind schedule, and the sound of it racing through the noisy tunnel overpowered every other sound in the compartment.
I glanced down at the college girl and saw that she’d placed her book on her lap, cradling it open with two hands under its spine. Her knees were slightly parted, and her right hand was moving slowly under the book.
She was touching herself while she watched the brunette finger me under my dress!
The image of the girl rubbing herself while I was being fucked from behind sent a jolt through my body, and I felt my pleasure suddenly starting to rise. I caught sight of myself in the window and saw the look of ecstasy on my face and hoped that no one else was watching besides the brunette. My hard nipples were pressing against the loose cotton of my sundress, and if anybody had bothered to look up from their cell phones, it would have been obvious exactly what was going on below their line of sight.
I could feel my orgasm rising and clenched my face to mask the intense sensations gripping my body. I couldn't believe I was about to come again surrounded by hundreds of oblivious passengers. Well, not every passenger. I saw the college girl's lips part and her eyelashes begin to flutter as she neared the peak of her own pleasure. Suddenly, her chest jerked in a series of small rhythmic spasms. Seeing her come as she watched the brunette fuck me from behind opened my own floodgates. A powerful orgasm engulfed my body as I clenched my ass cheeks together, clamping down over the brunette's hand between my legs. She watched my suffering in the window as my pussy squeezed her thumb in a series of violent contractions. My climax seemed to go forever and I twisted my face, trying to mask the incredible feeling of ecstasy washing over me.
The decibel level in the cabin suddenly escalated again as the train entered the next station, finally giving me a chance to exhale and catch my breath. I wondered if the college girl noticed the puddle of fluid on the floor directly underneath me and between her legs. By the time the train stopped, my pussy finally finished pulsing, and the brunette began to retrieve her hand from between my thighs. As passengers began exiting the train, I reached into my purse and handed her a handkerchief. She wiped her hand with the cloth, then placed it in her pants pocket and squeezed in front of me. I was disappointed she was wearing another pantsuit today, but I understood her intention clearly. There was no way I was going to leave her hanging for a second day in a row. I was dying to return the favor and give her a silent orgasm of her own.
But it wouldn't be quite as easy to disguise my attention, especially to the passengers seated directly in front of us on the bench. The college girl was flanked by two middle-aged businessmen reading the New York Times. If either one of them lowered their paper and looked up, they could easily detect the movement of my hand between the brunette's parted legs. The brunette must have been thinking the same thing, because she ducked under my outstretched arm and shifted over to my other side, directly in front of the college girl.
So she had noticed the girl's attention after all!
She reached up to grasp the overhead bar with her left hand and placed it next to mine. We'd switched positions now and I was the one who had clear access to her ass and nether regions with my dominant hand. When the train picked up speed and rocketed out of the station, I didn't waste any time. I didn't know what her regular stop was, but I looked up at the map and saw that the Javits Center stop was only four stops away. If I was going to get the brunette off in time not to miss the start of my conference for a second day, I had to get to work quickly.
When the train entered the tunnel, I moved my hand behind her ass and slipped my fingers into the crack between her legs. I gasped when I felt the moist opening of her bare slit. Clever girl! She'd opened the seam between her pant legs just enough for me to slip two fingers inside her. I glanced at her in the window and rejoiced as I thrust my middle and forefinger deep into her pussy. She closed her eyes and parted her legs as I felt her left pinky finger twitch on the bar next to mine.
From my new position two feet further to the side, I could now see the side of the college girl's face clearly. She was staring straight ahead, watching the movement of my hand between the brunette's parted legs. From her position directly in front of the brunette, she had a clear view of my fingers buried inside her pussy. She glanced out the corner of her eyes to ensure her seatmates were still distracted by their papers, then spread her legs gently apart. Her right hand then disappeared under her book, and when I glanced at the brunette in the window, I saw that her attention was also riveted on the girl.
I could feel the brunette's pussy growing wetter, and a soft moan emanated from her closed mouth. I smiled at the thought of her and the college girl sharing a moment, then I pulled my forefingers out of her pussy and inserted my pinky and ring fingers in their place. As I began to fuck her with my two little fingers, I pushed my forefingers forward until I found her hard nub pressing against her trousers. The college girl now had a commanding view of my fingers working the brunette's clit, while the rest of my hand fucked her hard from behind. I could feel the brunette's hips swaying as I pushed my fingers in and out of her, and the pace of her breathing increasing between her parted her lips.
Just when I thought I might be able to get her off before we hit the next stop, the train roared into the 72nd Street station. The businessmen on opposite sides of the college girl glanced up from their papers to check the station and I quickly retracted my fingers from the front of the brunette's pussy to ensure they wouldn't notice. As the passengers began to thin out beside us, I removed the rest of my hand, worried that someone might wonder what it was doing positioned so far under the brunette's ass.
It wasn't quite as easy to disguise our activity as it had been under my dress. I checked the subway map to see how long the distance was to our next stop at Columbus Circle. Then I looked at the brunette in the window and nodded, indicating that we'd have a little more time alone in the next tunnel. When I peered down at the college girl, I caught her glancing at me. I smiled at her, but she quickly lowered her head in embarrassment.
When the train left the 72nd Street Station, I glanced at the two businessmen to make sure the coast was clear, then I inserted my fingers back inside the brunette's slit. There was something about this combination of finger action that was getting me turned on, and I hoped the brunette was enjoying it as much as I was. As I thrust my little fingers into her pussy, my two forefingers pinched her clit under her trousers and I began to thrust them forward and backward.
The brunette's mouth parted and her eyes flitted with pleasure. Her cunt clamped over my fingers as she fucked my hand with her swaying hips. I glanced at the college girl and saw that her lips were parted as she panted softly, watching me finger the brunette just inches away from her face. I knew the brunette would want to make this last as long as possible, but as the train neared Columbus Circle, the pace of her hip movements sped up and the walls of her pussy pressed tighter around my fingers. As we swung into the station, her eyes flew open and she locked eyes on me as a flush rolled over her cheeks and she jerked her hips in a series of rhythmic spasms.
I glanced at the girl and saw her mouth wide open in a silent gag, almost like she was about to be sick. But I knew it was a different kind of sickness she was feeling, as she experienced her own private petite mort. Realizing I'd just made two beautiful women come tog
ether on a crowded subway train, my own pussy began pulsing in an involuntary orgasm. As our carriage rolled to a stop in the station, the brunette reached into her pocket and handed me my soiled kerchief. I held it to my nose briefly pretending to wipe my nose, then quietly cleaned my hands as I soaked up the sweet bouquet of our forbidden love.
3
Down and Dirty
When I got back to my hotel after the conference ended that day, I tore off my sundress and plunged my favorite vibrator deep inside my aching pussy. The events from the morning's train ride had been running through my head all day, and I was desperate for release. When I came, I screamed out loud, happy to be freed from the unnatural restraints of the crowded subway car. As much as I loved all the danger and secrecy of our illicit public liaison, it had been supremely difficult stifling the pleasure I felt surrounded by so many people.
That night, I had so many scenarios running through my head, it took me a long time to fall asleep. I knew there was a good chance I'd find the pretty brunette and the college girl on the next day's train, and my mind raced with all the ways the three of us could have fun. The lack of privacy in the subway car would still constrain our level of engagement, but with the college girl expressing renewed interest, we had a whole new world of possibilities. I dreamt of the three of us bare naked, screwing each other in full view of the gawking passengers.
Even though I'd only packed the one dress for this trip, I didn't hesitate to wear it again for the third day of my conference. I didn't care if anyone recognized that I was repeating my wardrobe choice. All I cared about was making it as easy as possible for the brunette, and hopefully also the college girl, to get as close and deep into me as possible. This time, I wasn't taking any chances missing the brunette's train. I left my hotel room early that day, planning to wait for them on the station platform. Something told me they wouldn't be playing so coy hiding from me in the train compartment today.
I got to the station ten minutes early and staked out a spot in the same location on the platform. I checked each passing train for any sign of the brunette, and just as I anticipated, she was standing near the window when the 7:45 rolled in. She waved at me to get my attention, and I squeezed into the compartment and pushed my way through the crowd toward the far end. When I got to the corner, the college girl was sitting in her same seat in the middle of the bench, with the brunette standing directly in front of her grasping the overhead bar with two hands.
I squeezed in next to the brunette and smiled at her in the glass, then looked down at the college girl. She was still playing hard-to-get, averting eye contact with us, but I noticed that today she was wearing a knee-length skirt instead of jeans. I was disappointed to see the brunette still hadn't gotten with the program, wearing yet another business pantsuit. I shook my head and pinched my eyebrows in the window reflection to express my dismay, but she simply nodded and smiled back at me. The look on her face was different today, like she knew something I didn't.
I glanced down at the bench again to scope out the gallery and noticed the girl was flanked today by two other girls about her same age. I didn't see any NYU logos on their paraphernalia, but they both had backpacks resting on their knees. I wasn't sure what to make of the arrangement, then I noticed they were all tapping on their phones and giggling.
This complicates the picture, I thought.
The newspapers the businessmen were reading yesterday had provided some extra cover for our dangerous liaison, but now the entire bench had a clear view directly ahead of them. I glanced up at the brunette and directed my eyes in the girls' direction to indicate my concern, but she shook her head and mouthed the words ‘don't worry’ to me. It was almost as if she had planned for this scenario, and she didn't seem the least bit flustered.
When the doors closed and the train accelerated out of the station, the brunette immediately took a step back and pressed her hips into my ass. My eyes flung open as I looked at her in the window quizzically. There was a hard object in her pants that felt suspiciously like a cock. I knew she wasn't transgender—I'd already felt all of her lady parts close up the previous day. Was it a vibrator, a cucumber, or some other kind of sex toy? Whatever it was, I was instantly turned on by the thought of being penetrated by her. This upped the danger quotient considerably, and my pussy was already watering in anticipation.
She unbuttoned her suit jacket and I saw her reach between her legs to make an adjustment. The girls on the bench in front of me widened their eyes, and I wondered if they could see the object between the brunette's legs. The brunette raised my dress a few inches then I felt a hard piece of rubber slap up against my vulva. I drew in a gasp of air, instantly recognizing the familiar shape. But this was no ordinary dildo, because both of the brunette's hands were otherwise occupied. Her left hand grasped the overhead bar next to mine and her right hand was resting on my hip.
What the fuck? I thought, my forehead wrinkling in confusion.
Then the brunette began to move her hips and removed all doubt.
It was a strap-on dildo! Holy shit—she planned to fuck me straight up under my dress in plain view of all the other passengers!
She tilted her hips upward trying to angle the tip of the dildo into my pussy, but she didn't have enough leverage to slip it in. She looked at me in the window and nodded, asking for an assist. I glanced at the other passengers seated on the bench in front of me and saw they were all busy tapping on their phones. I reached under the front of my dress pretending to scratch my leg and pushed the tip into my opening. The brunette took care of the rest, angling her hips and pressing forward.
The six-inch dildo quickly filled my pussy, and my eyelids flitted closed as I grunted in pleasure. The girls in front of me couldn't have seen the dildo entering me under my dress, but the action of the brunette's hips made it crystal clear exactly what was going on. The motion of her hips was unmistakable. This time she wasn't just rubbing her mound against the back of my ass, this was her full-on fucking me with a strap-on dildo!
The feeling of the hard rubber cock inside me was sublime. This was the one thing I'd missed on our previous days' trysts, and I rocked my hips gently to meet the brunette's thrusts. My lubrication was already soaking the phallus, and I could hear the faint sloshing sound it made every time the brunette rammed it into me. Some of the other passengers on the bench looked up and twisted their heads trying to detect where the sound was coming from, and the brunette slowed her pace until they looked back down at their phones.
I could feel the faux cock pushing and pulling my labia as it stretched the hood of my clitoris over my erect nub. The NYU girl kept looking up from her phone then back down again to type on her screen. Whether her hands were too busy texting to touch herself, or she was too engrossed in the obvious online chat she was having with her friends, was unclear. But either way, it added to the sexual tension. Although she wasn't stimulating herself like she was yesterday, I now had four voyeurs watching me instead of two.
Just as I began to feel the pleasure intensity rising in my womb, the train roared into the 96th Street station. The brunette paused again as the passengers thinned out around us and began exiting the cabin. But the feeling of having her hot poker inside me while everybody went about their everyday business was surreal, and my pussy pulsed in excitement. I was glad when a new round of passengers crowded into the compartment that nobody got up to leave the bench in front of me. I'd have the same group of distracted travelers for at least one more stop.
When the train left the station, I squeezed the brunette's hand on the overhead rail to signal I was ready for her to get me off. She nodded, then looked down at the texting girls as she slammed her rubber cock deep into my pussy. I staggered forward, almost falling on top of the passengers, and apologized for the movement of the train shifting me off balance. The three girls looked up at me and smiled slyly, knowing what had happened.
I was standing directly over them now and could see their phone screens clearly. As the
brunette began to pick up her pace and slap the dildo in and out of me, I caught snippets of their online conversation.
Fuck that's hot! the NYU girl typed.
Can u believe this is happening right in front of us? one of the other girls replied.
Do u think anyone else besides us is noticing? the other one said.
Not that I can tell, the NYU girl replied, then she paused for a moment. Are you guys getting as turned on as I am?
Fuck, yes! her friend replied. I want that thing inside me too!
I'm gonna cum just watching these two, the other one said.
Knowing the girls were getting just as worked up as I was from our clandestine encounter made me even more aroused than before. I knew it wouldn't be long now before I came, and I peered at the brunette in the window to signal I was close. She removed her other hand from the overhead rail and placed it on the other side of my hips, then she pulled me toward her with her two hands and rammed the dildo even deeper into me. It had a slight downward curve, and it rubbed against my G-spot whenever she retracted it.
I could hear the echo in the distance from the approaching next station, but it didn't matter. My vagina was already tenting in preparation for a powerful orgasm, and I prepared myself for the impending climax. I spread my legs wider on the floor of the car and grasped the overhead bar with two hands. I could no longer keep my mouth closed as I panted with increasing urgency directly over the NYU girl's head, blowing her stray hairs to the side.
OMG I'm gonna cum! she typed on her screen, as she squirmed uncomfortably on her seat.
That was enough for me, and I groaned as the first waves of my orgasm rolled over me. I clenched the rubber dildo and squeezed it as hard as I could as the walls of my love box spasmed in pleasure. I was glad my face was angled down over the girls' heads because it would have been impossible to mask the obvious pleasure I was experiencing to anyone else who might be watching. As my hips convulsed in uncontrolled spasms, the NYU girl's stomach tightened and she let out a tiny squeak.
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