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Rush Hour
As usual, the train is hot and dirty, and I can't find a seat.
It's filled to capacity, so I grab an overhead rail and shove
myself into the mob. I am sweating already. I'm wearing my
usual white blouse with tweed miniskirt, and am grateful that
I chose not to wear any underwear. At least I can get a little
ventilation between my legs- arms and torso are crushed between
other bodies, all trying to stay upright against the stops
and swaying of the train.
As I'm staring ahead into the back of someone's hair, I feel myself getting drowsy and I start to fantasize about my boyfriend's cock. I hope he's home when I get there, because this heat is making me horny. His cock is amazing. Such a fine skin texture, like softest suede, so long and delicately arched. It's like a sculpture. I could play with it and suck it all day long if he'd let me. Sometimes I think I'm addicted to it.
I close my eyes. His cock is on my cheek, against my breasts, in my cunt. He fills me up so perfectly. I sigh heavily, realizing that I've been holding my breath.
Suddenly I'm aware of a pressure against my ass. At first I had just assumed it was someone's briefcase, but now I'm not so sure. I turn just slightly to see over my shoulder, but the two guys behind me are both facing forward and I can't tell which one of them it might be. Both are handsome, though. I turn back to the front and at the next jostle in the train route I take a half-step back and give a little wiggle. Sure enough, it's definitely someone's cock poking me.
I could be pissed, I could turn around and slap him, but I
don't. Instead, I decide to have some fun with this situation.
I wiggle my ass some more, slowly working it back and forth,
I feel him respond, getting hard, poking out more. I let it
settle right between my ass cheeks.
Then, a hand moves against the back ofmy thigh, caressing
it. Fingers stroke up toward my ass, then down and between
my legs from behind. It stops there; I can feel the heat of
his fingers inches from my pussy and I am aching to be touched.
I step my feet apart so I can open my legs more. The hand
moves slowly up to the opposite thigh, resting again just
below my now-hungry flesh. With agonizing delay, his fingers
slide up and just brush the hairs. I am on fire as they move
to outline my labia, slipping just inside the crevice, up
and down the length of my slit, peeling me open.
I breathe in sharply as he hits my clitoris. Bingo. He stops to investigate, slowly circling my pearl until I am shaking from desire. With tiny little dabs he excites my clit more-I can hardly stand up any more. I wonder if anyone else is noticing what's happening. I can smell the heat of my pussy in my nostrils, and I can't imagine that no one else can tell. Who cares, I think. Let 'em suffer. I can't take this much longer anyway, and my stop is coming up.
Just as I think I'm on the verge of exploding, he thrust his
fingers deep inside me. I almost black out. I clamp down on
his fingers and try not to cry out as he pushes deeper and
deeper, hitting my G spot perfectly from his angle. I feel
a wave of mini-orgasms consume me, and I push back into his
chest to hold myself up.
When I can open my eyes, I realize that the train is at my
stop and the doors are already open! I bolt to the door without
even looking back at my "benefactor" and race out onto the
landing. As the doors hiss shut, I turn to look into the window.
Not a clue which one he was...it seemed like everyone is looking
at me. I turn and head up the ramp, my legs still shaking.
Just wait till my boyfriend gets home tonight! 
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