Dinner was a longish affair made so by the looks the equivalent to eyeball fucking that past between us when we thought no one would notice. As we sat there with our perspective partners, my husband, his girlfriend and host of others eating food that had no taste, I wondered if he ever thought about that day on the subway.
Late for work,I called in saying that I was coming and expecting me within the hour. As I made my way into the suburbs from the city taking the subway, I stood there like a sardine packed in with other sardines. I let my mind drift into dreamland as fellow riders came and went. Then it was like in the dream that I had this morning when I felt him behind me. Opening my eyes that I hadn't noticed that I had closed, I turned looked up into his face, and my heart was in my throat a second later. We stared at each for a second or two in acknowledgment. Then I turned back around and closed my eyes and gave myself back over to the dream.
I felt his hands on me, stroking down my spine to space at the top of my ass where he drew an invisible circle on my flesh through my dress. Feeling his warm breath on my neck and ear as he whispered his apology started my pussy to ache as need clouded my mind. His hand with its deft fingers was about to breach the beautiful lace of my panties with there was a sudden shift and my eyes open wide. The subway train had come to drop off point, and people were in motion all around me. It was not my stop, so I moved out of the way to a place against the wall and a window. I turned to look out at the window taking in whatever scenery that went by,and then his hands were on me again. This time his body followed, and I could feel the warmth of him through my clothes. The heat of him burned my flesh in such a way that it was like a delicious pain that I wanted to experience over and over. The back of my body curved into the front of him and I leaned back to enjoy the feeling of him...of us. We followed the movement of the subway car holding on to each other with an intensity that felt like there was microscopic that was separating us. I shivered and stifled a moan as I felt his hand slide between my thighs from the back into my wet heat.
Oh God, we both whispered in reverence at the same time. I quickly took stock of those near us and saw that all was either facing the other way or lost in their thoughts. I went up on my toes to give him more access to me and ground my teeth when my nipples were raked by the lace of my bra adding to my growing sensory overload. Flexing my knees, I started to ground my ass into his covered cock. He had to remove his hand and those fingers of his that I had found my hot wet secret. Leaning back to support himself against the wall of the subway car as the lights dimmed he grabbed me by my waist and held on to me as we fucked with our clothes in place.
Sweat trickled down my spine and between my breasts as I grind my ass into him and he ground back. My body quickly became so hot and tight and yet it felt like it was coming loose at the joints. I knew that the front of his trouser was darkening from precum and my wetness that now had flooded my panties adding to the damp clothing between us. The roar of the train grew so loud that it seems to drown out the world and then I realized that it wasn't the train it was my orgasm. I came in a tight, controlled orgasmic rage. Body shaking, teeth clenched and my eyes closed with my hands in white-knuckled fists at my sides. He held me in place against him, fingering digging into my flesh through my clothing. I knew that there would be bruises later, but that is ok I would need something to remember this by, other than the warm wetness that joined what was slowly running down my thighs. Lord, I was glad that had worn a light colored floral ankle length pleasant skirt, it would hide my release. Almost wrenching myself out of his grasp and feeling my pussy protesting at the same time I moved with the crowd to the door with the train stopped. I kept moving forward with the crowd never looking back.
Now here I sit across the table from him. We glance at each other as the conversations, and the noise of the restaurant continues around us. My husband was in deep conversation with his girlfriend over some business matter. In time she excuses herself from the table, I assume for the ladies room. My husband soon leaves the table mumbling something about having to make a call and reception was bad. We continue to glance at each other and lust heating me from the inside out. We are now alone, and there is small talk until I place my bare foot between his legs and massage the warm throbbing mass there. I closed my eyes enjoying the feel of him underneath my bare foot as we tried to pretend that our significant other would be returning any moment.
We ended up in the last stall in the bathroom of this very expensive restaurant. No words spoke only the need to finish what had been started on the subway.
My dress pushed up to my waist to meet the top exposing my bare pussy and breasts with nipples so hard they hurt. His mouth covered mine as his hands squeezed my ass cheeks and moaned into his mouth. Lifting me up and spreading my thighs he plunged his cock into me with a hunger that matched my own.
As others came and went, we fucked in a slow deep breath stealing motion. Then it came a time when caring went out the window as spine shaking orgasms came in. With our eyes open we poured our screams into each other mouths as pussy and cock sucked and fired in long waves of release. He goes to his knees to samples the mixture of us and has me whimpering with pleasure. I cum again this time biting my lip to keep from screaming as I am in pain and pleasure all at once.
After he had left and I had freshened up and left the last stall to stand at the sink in front of the large mirror there. As I washed my hand and moved to freshen up my makeup the stall door behind me opens, and a woman comes to stand next to me at the sink. She looks at me in the mirror, and I nod back in response. Her cheeks turned red, and she dropped her eyes quickly as she washes and dries her hands. With a quick glance in the mirror, she left the bathroom.
I stand there thinking over of what I heard while in the thrall of passion, my husband's name from her lips. I smiled from the inside out as I take one last look at my very sated reflection. Deciding that I liked the look and feeling as I walk out of the bathroom to the table where the fucked and the fuckers waited for my return.
Ro James: Permission