Sometimes, only hot, rough sex with a complete stranger will do...
A crowded subway ride proves to be much more pleasurable than usual for college student Claire Taylor, who secretly fantasizes about having steamy, anonymous sex. When a handsome older man makes his lust for her body known, he ignites her desire with his caresses. The thrill of the forbidden proves too much, and Claire offers herself to the stranger right there on the train.
WARNING: This 4,000-word story contains sexually explicit language and is intended for adult audiences only. This story includes getting fondled, caressed, and fingered by a handsome, charismatic stranger on the subway; exhibitionism; rough sex in a public place with a complete stranger, resulting in a mind-blowing orgasm; and allowing said stranger to shoot his hot load deep inside. Not for the faint-hearted!
Noticing that I didn't move away--that I was, in fact, sidling closer to him--the gentleman shifted his suitcase down, placing it on the floor between his legs and freeing his hand. And then he pressed his palm gently against the front of my skirt, and his fingers began touching me, exploring my pussy through the material. I found myself thrusting against his hand, biting my lip to keep from whimpering as I felt his fingers rubbing slow circles along my pussy mound.
My heart beat wildly in my chest. I was letting a complete stranger feel me up right there in the subway, and I felt myself grow incredibly wet at the thought.
When he dipped his fingers below the hem of my skirt, I held my breath, my whole body frozen in place. I felt the brush of his fingertips against the soft skin of my thighs, and I knew what he wanted to do. I could hardly get any air in my lungs as I felt his hand slide up my leg, inch by slow inch, easing my skirt away as his fingers traveled the length of my thigh, his touch feathery-light against my quivering skin. When his questing fingers finally touched my panty-clad pussy, I let out a soft gasp and flinched away from his touch, suddenly feeling self-conscious and wondering what the hell I was doing.
When I moved away, he let his hand fall still to his side, acknowledging my wishes. That would have been the end of it had I not been so aroused by the idea of allowing myself to be fondled by a complete stranger in public. Feeling ashamed of myself, yet reveling in that shame and the naughtiness I felt at doing something so temptingly forbidden, I found myself willingly pressing back against his hand. Propriety be damned, he was hot and I loved the way he'd been touching me.
As soon as he felt my clothed mound against his palm, he went right back to touching me, again tracing his fingers along the shape of my pussy through my skirt, stroking downward and expertly finding my clit beneath the material. He rubbed gently, making my pussy quiver.
Going lower, he moved his hand back underneath the hem of my skirt. I held still as his fingers again made their torturous journey up my thighs, the heated touch of his hand sending shivers racing up and down my body all the way to my toes. This time, when his fingers pressed against my panties, I spread my legs wider, allowing the stranger access to my pussy.
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Published April 27, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.