A stranger fucks me in the subway

I never would have imagined being capable of such a thing. A crowded metro car, a mysterious and attractive stranger, a trance of sensuality and excitement and his cock sliding into me... This fuck in the metro was the craziest experience of my life.

An uncontrollable sexual urge overwhelmed me

A fire seemed to run across my cheeks. My heart was pounding, my breath was escaping. Eyes fixed on the ground, the clicking of heels in time with my steps in the street where the streetlights were coming on. The city was calm and ordinary, as usual. My body, on the other hand, seemed out of control. Something wild was running through me, an avidity for pleasure. I climbed the stairs to my apartment, closed the door with a key, threw my jacket and shoes, lay down on the bed. A moment to stare at the ceiling, analyze this pulsation in my belly. And then fuck it, I needed it too much. I grabbed the satysfier, pulled down my jeans and panties, pulled the duvet over me. My pussy was already soaked. The air pulses enveloped my clitoris, the lust intensified. I thought back to what had just happened and came in a few seconds, unable to stifle a scream.

The fire calmed, at least for the moment, shame assailed me. I should have felt dirty, been angry, protested in some way. And yet, the experience had awakened something insatiable, that I did not know existed in me. Not immediately. The first few seconds, I was frozen. In the crowded metro, a body against mine. A man had pressed against my back during a rather abrupt braking. He was tall, with a solid and firm body. A man had pressed against my back and stayed there. Without doing anything, just enveloping me with his torso and his scent. Musk perfume, aroma of good taste, intoxicating without being too powerful. His sweater seemed soft, his body exuded a welcoming warmth. I don't know why, but I didn't move away.

I liked this contact with an unknown frottage

On the contrary. An impulse pushed me to accentuate the embrace, subtly. A slight pressure of my ass against his lower abdomen, as if I too had been surprised by a jolt. I felt him react, his cock hardening against my buttocks. It was at this moment that my cheeks began to flush. I was convinced that the whole wagon was watching us, seeing only his hard penis erect against my jeans. They would be outraged, ready to mock or be offended. I was waiting for boos, insults, a scandal. It took me infinite courage to lift my eyes. A forest of tired faces, screens, book pages, headphones, pupils lost in the void, animated only by the desire to get home. Everyone didn't care about his erection and the moisture that invaded my panties. No one was paying attention to what was happening in our corner so I got bolder. Still very lightly, I moved my hips, felt his hard cock against the fabric of my pants. It lasted a few minutes, soft movements, almost imperceptible. I did not recognize myself, it was not me, this girl who was rubbing against a stranger on the way back from work. And yet, it was delicious, like an erotic trance. At my station, I started and rushed out of the wagon, full of shame and excitement. I had not seen his face, he had not seen mine. Not a single word exchanged. Not the slightest prelude, the slightest interaction. Just two bodies that find each other. And if it was a big pervert, a disgusting frottage? It was the logical reaction, the one my reason screamed at me to choose. And yet, yet my body told me something else and my desire screamed even louder. Was I discovering a new fantasy? I had come so quickly and so hard getting out of this metro that I was ready to pursue it, to do it again.

The next day, I took particular care of my appearance. By opting for white lingerie whose effect I knew on my tanned skin, I shook my head. By choosing a wide and fluid skirt, I thought "it will be easy to lift" and shame seized me again. By styling my long brown hair, I added a mist of scented oil and scolded myself for acting like this. But the process excited me, the idea excited me, the situation was so unusual, so attractive that I could only dive in. The mirror sent me the image of a pretty woman, I think. I felt beautiful, desirable and above all ready to desire.

The day was endless. From meetings to calls, from files to coffee, dull, infinite hours. The conversations of colleagues resonated like gibberish, the questions raised were inept. My mind was crossed by vaporous images, hands on my skin, lips in my neck. The possible faces of the unknown followed one another without me being able to find one for him. His anonymity inflamed all my senses, gave birth to crazy scenarios.

I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted sex, bestiality, flesh and skin. The power of these new ideas surprised me, it was uncharted territory. At noon, the team left to pick up an order at the restaurant around the corner and I found myself alone in the open space. I sighed to release the tension that consumed me, stretched out and felt my skirt move away, the slightly rough fabric of the armchair against my pussy. And if? Without taking the time to intellectualize my impulse, I accentuated the movement, rolled my pelvis back and forth. It was inconsistent, unreflective, it was ridiculous and it was so good. I closed my eyes, gripped the edge of the desk and continued my back and forth. My clitoris was already swollen, sensitive to the slightest compression. Flows of pleasure overwhelmed me, I felt that, as the night before, I was going to reach the culmination in a short time. Lips parted, I moaned when the wave carried me away. Barely time to put my skirt back in place than the door slammed and the voices of colleagues resonated. And again, a feeling of shame and delight mixed. I had never masturbated at the office, I had not even thought about it. However, it did not calm me down for long. The avidity returned, even more powerful. Impossible to chase it away, to make it shut up: only the metro and the man who was there, who was waiting for me, counted. At 6 p.m., finally, I threw goodbyes to everyone and rushed to find the crowded platform. The liberation, the relief followed by a hint of anxiety. And if he was not there?

The train arrived, the crowd rushed in without ceremony. I slipped into a corner, on the lookout. I examined the tall figures, the bodies, the gazes. None of the passengers corresponded to the image I had made of it. I felt stupid to have dreamed so strong of this twisted situation to the point of being disappointed. And then I smelled his perfume.

Torrid fuck in the metro with my unknown frottage

The slightly spicy scent, the pressure of his chest against my back. He was there. He whispered "Good evening", his lips brushing my ear. My whole body reacted, shivers and tremors, a flood of covetousness. As the day before, his body surrounded mine, my ass nestled against his pelvis. He had changed pants, it was something fluid and light. I murmured "good evening" in turn, looking at the floor. His cock straightened before I even closed my mouth. The fabric that separated us was so thin that it no longer represented an obstacle and his dick slipped between my buttocks. I could feel his glans pressed against my asshole, each jolt of the train making it press a little more. The fire returned to my cheeks, the idea of getting fucked there, on the spot, settled in my head. He had the same idea, I could feel it from the weight of his chest, from the pressure of his lower abdomen. One of his hands rested on my hip while the other slipped under my skirt, clinging for a moment to my buttock before gently moving my panties aside. Without unnecessary gestures, without a sound, his index finger slid over my clitoris. An electric discharge ran through me, the exaltation and the pleasure were more intense than anything I had experienced until then.

I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning. I had to stay discreet, swallow the screams that were pressing in my throat. The pulp of his finger went back and forth in small circles, waves of heat crossed me. He seemed to already know my body, to know exactly where and how to press or brush, slow down or accelerate, use his thumb to increase the pressure. His other fingers that were caressing my vulva found the inside of my pussy. Delight, torture. I pressed my ass a little harder against his sex to let him know that I wanted more, that I wanted him to penetrate me, to fuck me in the metro. He got the message and his index finger dripping with wetness escaped towards my ass. Slowly, he introduced a phalanx, then two. Voluptuousness, new discharges. I was biting the inside of my cheek, carried away by an unprecedented trance. Another finger joined the first and entered with the same ease. My whole body opened up for him, my skin became supple, my flesh hospitable. I felt his second hand leave my hip to undo his pants, lower his boxers without a sound. The remaining fabric flew away, replaced by the heat of his cock. It was soft and strong, rather thick. He brought his hand back to my pussy to smear it with cyprine, it made a little splashing sound that was lost in the hubbub of the journey. Still calmly, he lubricated his rod and my ass. The two found each other and his hand returned to my hip. Slight pressure of the fingers, new murmur "yes?". I was too afraid to start screaming, to shout loudly "yes, yes, I want, yes, fuck me now" so I just nodded and arched. His glans sank without forcing, as if his cock had been made for my ass. The rest of his cock followed, it seemed even thicker, even stiffer. I grabbed the hand that was on my hip, squeezed it tight. It was delicious. He penetrated me slowly, without agitation, to the end, until I felt his swollen balls against my pussy. His cock filled me, fulfilled me. I was fighting the urge to grab my breasts, to pinch my nipples to increase the pleasure even more. My breath was short, raucous exhalations that I hoped were inaudible. The bodies around us were crushing each other, a compact mass that gave us the impression of being isolated, invisible and which however could surprise us at any moment. It was enough a movement of the head, a curious look. A man had his cock in my ass and these people ten centimeters away knew nothing about it. The idea made me crazy, my thighs were dripping with wetness, my nipples painful from being so hard against the fabric. Neither he nor I really made any movements, we let ourselves be guided by the rhythm of the wagon, the accelerations and the braking, the jolts and the swaying set the tempo of the penetration. I was permanently on the verge of orgasm and I felt from the rhythm of his breath in his chest that he was too. The slightest jerk a little too brusque would have made us come instantly. Our fingers were still intertwined on my hip when I felt his hand tremble. It was now. His body jolted as he came, the heat of his cum invaded me and I let go in turn, without being able to hold back a grunt. While his penis softened in my ass, I finally dared to look around me. No one had moved, no one had flinched. I had just been fucked under their eyes and they had seen nothing. The idea redoubled my enjoyment. He gently withdrew, putting my skirt and his pants back in place. I was panting, floating on an ocean of endorphins and delight. We stayed leaning against each other. My thighs were sticky, my ass was crossed by small spasms, my cheeks were burning and I felt that I was smiling. The announcement of my stop took me by surprise and I did not think. I followed the avidity that had been guiding me since the day before and turned around to look at him, the stranger of the metro. Look at him and kiss him!