The Subway Train Incident

Oh God, I peaked -- and how! My body jerked and pulsed over his fingers while his hard cock remained wedged between my arse cheeks, its tip dribbling pre-cum against my anal ring. His free hand shot up and clamped over my mouth just in time and my loud moans of pleasure were stifled into the palm of his hand.

My whole body sagged, but the mystery man managed to hold me upright among the crush in the crowded train carriage. There had been no red signals tonight and as my head began to clear and I came around from the intense orgasm, I heard the conductor's voice announce, "Next stop Carlton Heights."

"That's my stop," he told me, his hand releasing my mouth while the fingers of his other hand pulled out of my vagina. I turned my head in time to see him run those same fingers under his nose, "Ah, you have a beautiful aroma."

The train was already drawing to a stop as I felt him hurriedly pull my panties up and roll my dress back down. So that as the passengers began to alight, no evidence remained of what had just happened on the 5.17 to the inner western suburbs. He was gone before I could even ask his name.

Chapter Three

It would be at least a week before I again saw the mystery stranger waiting on the platform. I tried to make eye contact with him, but when I did and I smiled at him, he looked away as if he had no idea as to who I was. Did he not know what I looked like from the front or was this part of some strange ritual with him where he wouldn't acknowledge someone outside of the intimacy of the crowded train carriage?

When the 5.17 arrived, I pushed forward into the train carriage, glancing anxiously around me to see if he had maneuvered himself into a position where he would be behind me. But alas, I couldn't see him anywhere. Then a hand grasped mine and dragged me back through the throng and out of the train carriage.

"What are you doing?" I asked when I saw that it was my mystery man. "That's our train."

"I know," he said, "and we are going to catch it. I just need a bit more privacy for what I'm going to do to you tonight."

Wow, what could that be? He had already done so much while we were wedged in amongst our fellow commuters, he must have something big in mind if he can't do it in our usual carriage. But how can he find somewhere private on a peak-hour commuter train?

He dragged me along the station as I looked anxiously around, fearing that we were about to miss our train. He paused at the doorway where the conductor stood, whistle in hand and some fleeting words were exchanged. The conductor moved aside and my mystery man pulled me into the small compartment. I was quickly pushed to the other side of the carriage, my back against the conductor's door, the door that he uses when the platform is on the other side of the train.

My mystery man dropped to his knees in front of me, reached up under my dress and pulled my panties all the way down, forcing me to lift a feet, one at a time, to step out of them. Then his head moved forward and he pushed his face up against my crotch. Burying his face in my inverted vee, I never saw his tongue, but I sure felt it lick right up the pubic slit formed by my labia lips.

I gasped an intake of air, adding, "No, not here, you can't do that here."

He pulled away from my pussy for just a moment, looking up from his kneeling position in front of me, saying, "I can, and I am. I told you this was my specialty."

"But the conductor, I can't do this in front of him."

"Don't worry, he's seen it all before," and with that he pressed his mouth right back at my pubic mound and his tongue went to work diligently. I placed both hands on his head and tried to push him away from my crotch. I did really try ... but needless to say, with the sort of attention I was getting from his tongue, I quickly gave up my protest and leaned back against the door to let his tongue have its way with me.

We hadn't even left the station yet. As the mystery man sucked and licked my clitoris, the conductor still standing in the doorway by which we had entered his compartment, blew his whistle, rang the bell and I felt the train start to move.

As the train cleared the station, through my half-lidded eyes, I could see the conductor close the other door and turn to lean back against it. He was only the width of the train carriage away from where I stood, leaning back against the door, my legs spread for the mystery man to wedge his head between them.

The train conductor just stood there watching us, watching this man -- that I guessed that he knew - perform cunnilingus on this woman that he -- the conductor -- had never seen before. I wondered whether he had seen my mystery man do this previously -- to other women. In fact, was this a regular occurrence? Did my man progress all of his conquests into the conductor's compartment for this more intimate contact? He had told me that what he was doing now to me was his specialty. From the way it felt, I had to agree with him.

There were very few places for me to look while my mystery man aroused my clit with his lips and tongue. I found myself staring back at the conductor, perhaps trying to shame him into looking elsewhere. But he just stood there, staring at the sexual event happening in front of him in his work compartment. I was too embarrassed to maintain eye contact, so my eyes scanned down. Sure enough, I could see a sizeable bulge in his grey work trousers and they were pale enough to show up the wet spot leaking through from his obvious erection. I couldn't blame him, what red-blooded man wouldn't become aroused from what he was witnessing.

The train rumbled through the dimly-lit subway tunnel, then eventually out into daylight and the setting sun shone in as we cleared the underground city tunnel and rolled onto the bridge that spanned the river, heading for the inner western suburbs. Somewhere about the middle of the bridge, I came loudly, amazingly by now I was oblivious to the stare of the conductor who had stood there watching this entire sexual ritual unfold in front of him.

As my legs trembled and I feared that I would fall in a heap on the carriage floor, my mystery man rose to his feet in front of me. I watched as his hands unzipped his trousers and released that cock that had been wedged between my arse cheeks last time on this train. Then he grasped the backs of my thighs and lifted my feet clear up off the ground, bracing me against the closed carriage door.

With my legs still trembling from the orgasm, I was held suspended until I felt his cock-head slide around in the incredible wetness left by his probing tongue. He lowered my waiting body onto his hard cock that slid quite easily into me as I heard him call over his shoulder to our single audience member, "Any red lights tonight, Jerry?"

"No, it's all clear tonight, Jimmy," came the conductor's reply. At last I had a name for the man who had just pushed his cock all the way up inside me. "How long you gonna be, maybe I can slow us down for you. Keith's driving tonight, he's a good guy, he'll understand." With that, I watched over Jimmy's shoulder to see the conductor pick up the intercom phone and I guessed that he was talking to the driver, "Keith, how about you take it easy, wind it back a little, we don't want to get to Carlton Heights too quickly."

What power my man Jimmy had, the train immediately began to slow, but not Jimmy, who had by now got into a very pleasant rhythm with hard solid driving thrusts pushing deep up into me, hitting all the right spots. My upper body seemed to be bouncing up and down, my back against the closed door. Our breathing was loud and heavy, expressing the incredible excitement we both felt as Jimmy fucked hard up into me.

Jimmy sure had endurance, my last man 3 months ago had cum by this stage. But Jimmy showed no sign of weakening. Meanwhile, I was ... I felt the pangs of pleasure coming from deep inside my body and I was soon conscious that I would cum yet again.

The conductor must have been worried about Jimmy's endurance too. The train seemed to be down to about half normal speed by now as Jimmy continued to root his hard cock deep up inside me. "I can't slow it down any more, Jimmy, we're gonna be in Carlton Heights in 2 minutes."

I appreciated the conductor's concern. Was it because the platform was on this side of the train and he would need to open the door that I was being banged against ... or was he concerned that Jimmy might miss his stop?

"Thanks Jerry, I got it, I'll make it," Jimmy called back over his shoulder before planting an open-mouthed kiss on my lips and plunging his tongue into my mouth. When he pulled his lips free of mine, he called again, "I'm good, I'm cumming now!" and his shorter thrusts confirmed to me that indeed he was. But was he telling me he was cumming or telling his conductor friend?

Whatever, Jimmy came hard and fast, pounding up into me as his cock spasmed and I felt his seed splashing around deep inside me. Jimmy spasmed once -- twice -- three times -- and then a fourth time and then he pulled out hurriedly, lowering my feet back to the floor. I reached out to hang onto something, fearing that my legs couldn't hold my weight, such was the trembling from my second orgasm.

I felt the train come to a stop and Jimmy pulled me away from the door, allowing the conductor to push past us and open it up to do his duty at Carlton Heights. Jimmy was quickly pushing his still half erect cock - still wet from my juices - back inside his trousers and he zipped up as the conductor called back inside from the open door, "I can't hold it any longer, everybody's off, Jimmy."

"I'm good," Jimmy told him as he gave me a hurried kiss, telling me, "I'll see you on the train next week." Then Jimmy pushed past the conductor and the rail official gave a strong blow on his whistle, rang the bell and the train began to move, heading on to my stop. I still stood there, shocked by what had just taken place in the space of no more than 20 minutes. I picked my panties up off the floor, stepped into them and hauled them up my legs, tucking them into place as I felt Jimmy's cum beginning to leak out of me.

As I let my dress fall back down into place, I looked up worried that the conductor might expect something from me for the use of his compartment. But he just pushed past me to return to the spot where he had stood to watch from. Only now, he had his back to me.

I continued to lean against the carriage wall, my legs still trembling from the two intense orgasms. I stared across at the back of the conductor, wondering why he was standing as he was. Then suddenly, his whole body shook quite violently and I heard him shout out, "Aah ... aah ... aaah shit!"

He had half turned, but I was still looking at his back. I did see a spray of white splash from somewhere in front of him against the door on that side of the carriage. Then another ... my God, he was cumming! He was obviously so turned on by watching Jimmy and I that he had needed to seek relief, so he had taken his cock out and masturbated while shielding himself from my view. What a gentleman, I respected that he hadn't demanded something of me. To have had to accommodate the conductor would have turned what had been another erotic moment with Jimmy into a sleazy episode.

I saw his hands busy and I guessed that he was tucking himself away. When he turned, he looked sheepishly at me, "Sorry, I couldn't help that!" He was holding his hands out in front of him, there were traces of his cum smeared across them.

I felt so sorry for him, "That's alright, I understand!" I reassured him before reaching into my handbag and retrieving a tissue and handing it to him.

"Thanks," was all he said as he wiped the cum from his hands.

I hoped that he had a wife or partner to go home to tonight. I didn't have anyone, but I wouldn't need anyone, and I certainly wouldn't need my vibrator tonight.

The End