Strangers On A Tube

My bike has broken down so I decide to get the tube into central London one afternoon instead. I'm wearing jeans and a t-shirt. What the hell, I'm going commando.

It's one of those tube journeys that takes an age with the driver stopping and starting between stations so I pick up a copy of the Metro newspaper from the seat beside me. There's always one hanging around, isn't there?

There are a couple of guys in the carriage and a woman using a small mirror to apply lipstick. A skilful trick and such a private thing to be doing in public. It's like I'm getting a glimpse into the bedroom, I think. The sight of her lips moving under the pressure of the deep red stick together with the motion of the train gives my dick a pleasant weightiness as it rubs against my button fly. I try distract myself by reading yesterday's news.

We pull into the next stop and the carriage empties leaving me alone for a moment but at least it gives me the chance to adjust my penis in my jeans to make it more comfortable.

I hear a polite cough, look up and see you sitting down opposite me; all short skirt and legs. I don't think you saw what I was doing but when I catch your eye you give a little smile which makes me wonder. My face heats up, my cock twitches and I hold the paper in front of me in case it becvomes too obvious. The train moves off but no sooner does it leave the station it jerks to a halt again. We roll our eyes at each other.

'It's been doing this the whole way,' I say.

I try to read again but there's something about you which demands some attention. Oh yeah, it'll be that short skirt you're wearing and those legs of yours which I see are parted slightly. Christ, if I were to sink down into my seat a little further I might even get a glimpse of your sex.

I'm aware I've been staring so I move my eyes to your face to see if you noticed. A jolt goes through me when I see you looking directly back at me. You're cheeks are somewhat flushed and your eyes wide.

It feels warm in the carriage now, nestled deep underground. Apart from the two of us, only the mindless eye of the security camera gazes on the scene.

And then something incredible happens. Without taking your gaze from mine you lift and spread your legs, placing one heel on the edge of seat next to you. And there it is: Naked, exposed, trimmed and wet. Your pussy. I stiffen immediately, straining against my jeans. My mouth is too dry for me to say anything and you don't say a word either. Instead you take an index finger and draw it from your arse to your clit in one slow slide along your slick slit.

I shuffle in my seat, unable to take my eyes from you. You slip a finger inside, still staring intently at me. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. Jesus, I've never been this hard in my life. It's painful and I have to do something about it. Obvious, I suppose, but I pop my button fly and my cock is released behind the newspaper.

With a jerk, the train starts to move.

You let out a low moan, rubbing yourself.

I grip my shaft, this isn't going to take very long, you know?

We pick up speed, you so wet, me so hard and the train hurtling towards the next stop.

'You dirty bitch.'

'Cum, you bastard,' you reply.

I do; a hard splatter against the newspaper.

You do; a low moan of release escaping your lips.

We've done it. We're done.

The train slows towards the station and you straighten your skirt as you stand. You look at my penis, softening now but still pulsing with my heartbeat and dribbling spunk onto my hand. You smile, I pant.

The train stops, the doors open and you get off.