Subway Fantasy (Mf, anal, oral)

I use the subways a lot. Who doesn't when you live in a major city? Normally,
nothing happens. Of course good stories are rarely normal.

The day started out like any other. I woke up to the radio and stepped out of
bed. The covers slipped away from my naked body. The slightly chilly air that
was being pumped from the air conditioning made my nipples grow hard. I ran
my fingers through my hair and down my body. I looked at the drawer that I
kept all my dildoes and vibrators in. This morning I did not have time. But
lately, I seemed to me more and more horney. Perhaps this is because I have
not had sex since I broke it off with Tony over a week ago.
I walked though my apartment nude. I was 15 floors up and there was only a
small chance someone would look into the windows that formed one wall. I took
a shower and got dressed. I wore silky red panties and a matching bra. Then
the severe black skirt suit that was appropriate for a legal assistant. The
skirt was a little short and neckline a little low, but the men that I worked
with had never complained. More often then not they were staring at my large
breasts and my other charms.
Of course, I had fucked them all. How could I not. I work late with one of
them at least once a month. One thing leads to another... and I just can't
live without constant sex. That would be wrong. Of course the best was... No
I have to get going. I grabbed by briefcase and was off.
I walked down the stairs and out into the world. Down the street and down the
stairs to the subway. There were a number of people waiting for it. Most were
in severe suits, a mixture of men and women. The car pulled up and we packed
ourselves in. The car was already filled and luckly I found a spot near a
pole. There were several men standing around me. They took the time to notice
my attributes and then continued reading the paper. I held onto the pole as
the car began to move.
I was jostled a little and I felt a strong arm grasp me around the waist. I
was about to thank the man when I felt his hand going down and cupping my
bottom. It was a purely sexual move, not something that was unintentional. It
turned me on, I always have been far too horney. I wiggled my hips to tell
him that he was accepted. His nimble hands outlined my butt cheeks and
squeezed. God, has it really been a week since the last time I was fucked?!
His hands crept down to the hem of my skirt and his fingers skimmed the skin
there. I shivered. It had been to warm to put on nylons and he was touching
my flesh. His hands moved up under my skirt and I felt him move closer. His
pelvis pressed up against my buttocks. His fingers found my silk covered
pussy. I pressed up against him, forgetting that we were in the subway.