Or maybe they do notice when I slightly buck my hips, when I press my pussy down on the seat to get just a little bit more friction. But at least no one has ever mentioned anything.
A fantasy of mine is to be caught writing during my frequent train trips, to be caught and subsequently punished. Not legal punishment – no, I want to be used and exposed in front of all other passengers. I want them to see me writhe and pant as I near orgasm, I want them to hear me moan as I please whoever punishes me.
That’s where you come in.
I saw you eyeing me as I was occupied with my laptop. I bit my lip, wondering if you knew what I was up to, but figuring there would be no way for you to know exactly what I was writing. No one was sitting next to me and the reflection on the window during the day is hardly sufficient to read anything on anyone’s screen.
Yet your piercing gaze made me feel as if you knew.
I moved slightly in my seat, settling myself so that my heel was pressed against my pussy, relishing in the pressure as I continued writing my story. Stories I don’t write for myself, but for others, because it turns me on to turn them on.
As I continue writing you sit down next to me and I quickly close my laptop. “Hey there. What are you writing?”
“None of your business,” I stammer, a blush creeping on my face as I fold my arms over my chest as if to give the statement more power.
“Now you’re making me even more curious,” you laugh, then lean in and whisper in my ear. “Especially since you keep ever so slightly bucking your hips, even more so now that your heel is in place against your pussy.”
Shit.
“I’m not doing anything of the kind,” I huffed, though I was a terrible liar and I knew I had been caught. “Besides, what’s it to you?”
“Maybe I like to watch.”
I pause, wondering if my fantasy will finally come true. “I think you’re going to have to make me.”
A grin spreads over your face as you lean even closer to me, your hand falling between my legs. “Maybe I’ll make you cum instead.”
I stammer a few reasons why that wouldn’t be a good idea but none of them sound very convincing even to me.
You move my heel away from my pussy and replace it with your hand, quickly finding your way under my skirt to find that I’m not wearing any panties. “You’re a naughty little girl, aren’t you? Did you want this to happen?”
“Yes,” I admit, avoiding eye contact as you slowly rub me, spreading the copious wetness towards my apex and focusing on my clit instead.
“Maybe I should fuck you in front of all of these people then? Maybe some will even join in, or watch and masturbate. We could have a giant orgy just because of one horny little lady writing smut in the train and stimulating herself,” you muse, pinching my clit and making me gasp. “Have you ever been caught before?”
I shake my head, having a hard time keeping myself reasonably composed as your hand slides down and a finger teases at my opening.
“You’re going to have to keep quiet. If you don’t, I’ll have to come back to my previous plan of making this a party,” you order as you slide your finger into my wetness and I can’t help but release a soft moan.
“Final warning,” you grin as you add another finger and start moving them in a come hither motion to massage my g-spot.
My breathing comes in pants as I try my hardest not to moan and not to attract any attention, though when looking around I see it’s too late. All the people in our carriage are watching us, some in shock with their mouths hanging open, others with a slight redness to their face and their hands on their lap.
When your other hand starts massaging my clit in tempo with your fingers in my pussy, I can’t help but let out a moan.
You pull your hands away from my pussy and immediately pull down your pants as if you do this on the daily. If anyone wasn’t looking already, they sure would be now.
Your boxers come off as well and you sit down, your cock standing up proudly as I watch you in shock. I never thought something like this would actually happen, I always thought it would remain a fantasy.
My pussy gushes its juices down onto my seat and you move me to straddle you, grinning. “I warned you, baby girl. You’re going to get fucked with all those people watching.”
Without a further word of warning you push your cock up into me and start fucking me roughly, causing me to abandon any sense of caution I had left and bounce on your dick as if I would die without it. “Oh God,” I moan, my hands gripping my breasts through my shirt.
You pull my shirt off to free my breasts, revealing that I wasn’t wearing a bra either. As you continue to push yourself up into me you look over at another passenger, a teenage boy of around 18 with a boner that he can’t hide.
“You there. Come over here and suck her tits.”
He hesitates and you repeat the command, the boy coming up to me and first shyly taking my breast in his mouth before really getting into it, making me moan even louder as the sensations combine into the approach of what can only be a delicious orgasm.
“Jerk him off,” you order me, stopping your assault on my pussy in order for me to regain enough of my senses to obey.
My hands fumble with the boy’s jeans before managing to open them and sliding my hand into his boxers to grab his length. I can’t help but moan at the feeling of another stranger’s cock, my pussy clenching around your dick and making you curse. “Shit. I’m not going to be able to last much longer.”
The smell of sex fills the entire carriage as those who weren’t disgusted by our actions have joined in the fun through self-stimulation.
The entire situation is making me wetter than I’ve ever been before and I start riding your dick in rhythm with your trusts, doing my best to keep pulling on the boy’s member as he assaults my nipples at the same time.
Then one of your hands finds my clitoris and without warning I start screaming, moaning, cumming harder than I ever have before. When I’m about to come down from my high I feel you unloading your spunk in my soaked pussy as my hand is coated by the teenage boy’s sperm, and it is all I can do to let out another moan and fall against you in temporary exhaustion.
“I can’t believe you let me do that,” you laugh, lifting me off of you and returning my shirt to me. “You’re the horniest woman I’ve ever met.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” I manage to giggle, opening up my laptop again. “Maybe there are some other fantasies you could help me act out?”
“It would be my pleasure.”
And that is the start of a friendship with a lot of benefits, but those stories are for another time.
