Naughty Christmas - Part 1

Christmas Eve.  She was going home, pouring a glass of wine and sinking into a nice, hot bubble bath.  She’d spend the rest of the evening naked, playing with her new toys she’d gotten as Christmas presents to herself.  She was too busy to go home to Seattle to visit her parents, siblings and their families.  She’d been slaving away on a deposition that had to be finished by the end of the year.  She was looking forward to a day off tomorrow.  She’d worked every day for a month and it would be nice to relax and stay home for Christmas.

           She didn’t realize she was smiling, thinking of her battery operated fun at home.  She sat in her seat on the subway, her long legs crossed and exposed through the slit in her trench coat, her briefcase tucked under her arm.  She was staring at the floor as they rattled through midtown and her grin widened imaging the vibrations on her skin.  She bit her lip and took a breath, feeling herself flush.  Someone bumped her and she felt the heat rising up her neck to her cheeks, remembering the crowd of people around her, pressing in.  She wondered what they would think if they only knew the nasty, wonderful thoughts in her head.

           They pulled into the next station with a screeching halt and some people got off, several more getting on.  They were packed like sardines, people sitting standing and smooshed together.  She was getting overheated now, between her thoughts and the stuffiness of the car and all its people.  She unbuttoned the top few buttons of her tan trench coat and then the top button of her white shirt.  She let her mind wander again, closing her eyes, her smile returning.

           She thought of her hands moving over her soft, supple breasts, her nipples hard as she pinched them.  She could feel the zing of electricity shoot to her belly as her hands traveled south.  Being so turned on by her thoughts, the rattling vibrations of the subway seat below her had her wanting to squirm.  She knew she was probably soaking her panties and was glad for her long trench coat.

           “Wherever you are…you look entirely too happy.”

            She knew she should have been embarrassed.  But the smooth, deep tone of his voice shot straight from her ears through her body, and echoed on her clit.  She opened her eyes and looked up at him.

            He’d been watching her for several minutes now.  She was simply gorgeous!  He’d watched as she’d closed her eyes and the smirk on her face as the pink had crept up her cheeks was unmistakable.  She was thinking naughty thoughts.  At the last stop he’d risen from his seat so a middle aged woman had a place to sit with her baby.  He’d moved across the car to be closer to the knockout brunette and her mischievous smile.  Up close she was even more stunning.  Her legs were long and fit.  And after unbuttoning her coat he could see her pair of mouth watering tits.  He hadn’t been able to keep his mouth shut.  He just had to speak to her.  He felt the blood suddenly rush south when she looked up at him with piercing blue eyes, smoldering with lust.  She didn’t look embarrassed or ashamed and this turned him on even more.

            She’d been caught.  And by finest man in Manhattan!  She looked up at him in his dark navy blue suit as he stood in front of her and she did not miss the fact that her face was at dick level.  She decided to play a little, her naughty side moving from her private thoughts to her mouth.  She glanced quickly at the front of his pants and then back up at him, licking her lips and smiling.  She watched flames burst to life in his dark eyes and a smirk slowly spread across his mouth.

            They pulled into the next station and people bustled around them, pushing, bumping.  She laughed to herself as he moved a little closer, her face just inches from the bulge she could see starting to grow.  She watched as he slid his free hand into his pocket and discreetly adjusted himself so that only someone as close as her could see his hard on.  Her attention was drawn away for a second as a little old lady with several shopping bags made her way onto the train.  She quickly took the opportunity to get closer to him and she stood, giving up her seat for her elder.  She them lifted her hand to grab the over head handle bar as she stood next to him, turning to face away.  A few seconds later the train jolted to life and everyone around them bumped and jostled until the train got moving more smoothly.  He didn’t bump into and she found it insane just how much she’d been hoping he would.  She was thinking about the rising cock that had just been in front of her face.  Her pussy ached just thinking about it, imaging it.

            He hadn’t wanted to have an erection in the middle of a subway train full of people but he hadn’t tried very hard to head it off.  Just feeling his heart pumping blood through his dick with this unbelievable dark haired goddess in front of him made him feel alive.  It had been a while since he’d felt such untamed need.  Being an engineer for the city…there was just never time.  But here she was, and he had tomorrow off, and she was simply irresistible.  Some deep inner animal lust was over taking him.  The conductor hit the brakes as the train flew around a curve and he watched her try to keep her balance on her high heels.  Her dark, wavy hair touched his face, they were so close.  He could smell her coconut shampoo and feel her body heat.  His mouth watered and his cock throbbed.

            She could feel him right behind her, could even hear him breathing even through the noise of the train.  She gathered her courage, her pussy giving her courage and when the train sped up again and everyone moved, she took a step back into him.  She heard him grunt as her body touched his, her cute little butt bumping into his now rock hard cock.  She then felt his hand on her hip as to steady her.  She wondered if it had been too much and she went to take a step forward.  She was surprised and thrilled when he moved with her, his cock still pressed against her ass, his hand still on her hip, holding her to him.

            He was awed when she moved, her ass suddenly pressed against him.  As hard as he’d been he got harder and every last drop of blood in his body raced to his aching cock.  It was hard to think about anything but her.  The people around him disappeared and he pressed into her harder.  The rocking of the train, the jostling back and forth, the battle to keep balance, it all moved her body, moved his body, causing crazy vibrations and friction between them.  He was ready to rip her clothes off and fuck her right in the middle of the subway car.

            She could feel the tension in him, his fingers gripping her hip hard.  She knew he was enjoying the motion of the train.  She was too.  But she wanted so much more!  As the train slowed and pulled into the next station she turned to face him.  People began to push past them and she let them push her right into him.  She unbuttoned her trench coat so that it fell open.  She looked directly into his dark brown eyes, could see the dangerous storm brooding on the horizon along with the potential of extreme pleasure.  As the train started to move again she moved her body closer, still holding onto the overhead train handle, but also holding onto him.  She was so close no one would see.  Her heart was racing, her breath shallow.  Her insides trembled with anticipation.  She leaned into him, her body against his, her lips centimeters from his ear. 

“Touch me.”  Her voice was a seductive whisper.

            He was only half surprised when she whispered those naughty, amazing words.  He glanced around, most people lost in their own worlds, but there were a few pretending not to watch them curiously.  A group of teenage boys.  And suddenly he wanted to show off.  She wanted it.  He would give it to her.  He moved her trench coat so that no one could actually see anything.  Of course with the jostling train there was always a chance…  He then slowly moved his hand down her body until he reached the bottom of her mid thigh high skirt.  He slid his hand up her soft skin, moving the skirt with it.  He grinned as she closed her eyes, her breath catching.  He felt her fingers tighten on his back where she held him to balance.   His cock strained against his waist band where he’d tucked it in to keep it contained.  He heard her whimper ever so quietly and he leaned his cheek against hers so he was near her ear. 

“Shhh.”  His hand moved higher until it reached her soaked panties.  He grinned to himself that she was so turned on.  He ran his index finger along the outside of her wet panties, amazed that she was allowing him to do this to her.  He felt her move her legs slightly wider apart and he could see the group of teenage boys now whispering and gaping at them.

            He was teasing her.  Her clit ached and throbbed.  Her heart was racing and she could barely breathe.  She wanted to beg him to sink his fingers into her dripping cunt, but she couldn’t speak.  His fingers rubbing her through her panties had her paralyzed.  “Please!” she finally managed to whisper.

            He couldn’t deny her when she was asking so nicely.  He found the edge of her panties and pushed them aside, sliding his fingers along her wet slit, slowly, lightly, feeling her body tense that much more as she leaned further into him.  He felt the train slowing and they pulled into the next station, people jostling and pushing past them.  He stopped moving his fingers and held her coat so that the movement wouldn’t expose their precarious situation.  He felt her fingers digging into his back as she ached from his stillness.  Finally they were moving again but he had to chuckle to himself when he noticed the group of teenage boys had moved closer to get a better look at what was going on.  He winked at them as he slid his fingers into her liquid heat, diving into her dripping wet flesh before pulling his fingers up to finally touch her swollen clit.  He felt her shudder and she buried her face into his shoulder.  He could hear her strangled voice as she tried to stifle a moan.

            His amazing fingers circled and probed and rubbed her until she was tingling all over.  She tried to stay quiet and steady, but she couldn’t help the small whimpers that escaped her mouth so she pressed her mouth against his shoulder so no one would hear.  She was trembling and so close to cuming!  Her brain could not fathom what was happening, where she was, how this had even happened!  But she didn’t care.  She just wanted to cum!  She wanted to explode and shake and scream with release!  But she had to stay quiet.  She could not be loud.  “Oh fuck!”  She whispered right on the edge. 

“Make me cum!”  She begged.

            He moved his hand from the overhead rail to place it over hers so he could help her not to fall.  He circled her clit in a nonstop rhythm, his breathing just as labored as hers.  He wanted nothing more than to watch her cum for him right here in the middle of all these people.  He could see a few people glance up at them suspiciously now, the teenage boys awed into silence.  He didn’t even care.  Her clit was hard, her pussy was dripping wet.  He thought about how good she would feel surrounding his dick.  But that wasn’t going to happen right now.  He’d take what he could get.  He rubbed her harder and faster until he heard her gasp, felt her body shudder and she collapsed against him, light straggled noises of ecstasy escaping her mouth.

            She didn’t think she could cum standing up with all these people so close, but she was wrong.  He got her there quickly and then shoved her over the edge.  She felt her body explode as she gripped him tight.  She tried not to moan but it was so hard!  She gasped for breath and let him play with her until she couldn’t take it anymore and she grabbed his wrist to make him stop.  She felt him pull his hand back and pull her skirt down before wrapping his hand around her and holding her to him as she caught her breath and slowly stopped shaking.  She felt the train slowing, the brakes squealing loudly.  She could see him glance to see which station they were at.

            “My office is the next stop.”

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