Where I Get Off

It was six o’clock and I was dead tired from a hard day at work when I got on the crowded subway. Relieved to be heading home, I at first didn’t notice the redhead that got on at the second stop. The train was packed, as usual, and the normal barriers of personal space that usually exists between commuters were nonexistent. She brushed my arm as she passed and finally stopped in front of me, close enough that I could smell the faint lavender scent lingering on her auburn hair.

She was a few inches shorter than me, wearing a strapless dress in rich green, contrasting with her pale, freckled shoulders. The dress was tight. It clung to her narrow hips and stretched tautly across her ass, showing the outline of her panties.

More passengers boarded at the next stop and the girl in the green dress was forced slightly back. Now her shapely ass was pressed into my crotch and I could see over her shoulder her small but perfectly round tits. I could feel my dick stirring in my pants. I craned my neck slightly to look down into the gap between her breasts.

I was fully hard now, and the redhead pressed against me only intensified my arousal. She inhaled quickly, startled by the unmistakable pressure of my cock.

She turned her head slightly and looked sidelong at me with her hazel eyes. Her features were delicate, and freckles also dotted her high cheekbones and the narrow bridge of her nose. She looked like an Irish princess. My erection still firmly pressing against her, I prepared for an embarrassing confrontation. Instead, her eyes flickered and her lips curled into a mischievous half-smile. Slowly and deliberately, she began to grind her ass against my stiff member.

This surreptitious bump-and-grind continued until the train crawled to a stop at the next station. The redheaded seductress turned to me again and said, over her shoulder, “This is my stop. Is this where you get off?”

“It is now,” I replied.

I followed her off of the platform, through the crowd and to a relatively empty part of the station. She stopped at an unmarked door and impishly looked around before opening it. With a slender finger she beckoned me inside.

It looked to be a storage closet, filled with boxes of paper and other supplies for the station office. The room was lit by a single naked bulb, hanging overhead. As I locked the door she put her arms around me from behind and began to run her hands over my chest and stomach, moving down until she finally reached my still solid cock. She undid my pants and pulled it out through the slit in my boxers.

She ran her tapered fingers up and down my shaft and lightly squeezed the tip of my dick. She pressed her breasts against my back as she continued to teasingly stroke my cock and gently fondle my balls.

Unable to take it any longer, I turned quickly and kissed her deeply, my hands moving down to the small of her back then to her ass. I tightly gripped the soft fabric and flesh as she pushed me against the wall and began to unbutton my shirt.

I pulled her dress down over her tits and caressed her them, my fingers brushing roughly over her pert nipples. Her eyes were aflame with desire as she kissed me wildly. I guided her to a wall lined with grey metal shelves and turned her around, kissing her neck and pushing her dress up over her hips. I pulled down her pink-laced panties, now moistened with the fluids of desire. She bent over, steadying herself on a low shelf. I took her from behind.

My cock fit tightly in her wet, pink pussy and I felt like I was going to immediately come. I slowly began to push myself in and out of her tight pink lips as she cooed softly. My gripped tightly on her hips as I began to thrust harder and harder, the shelves banging noisily against the wall. Her breasts swayed freely with every motion, and she removed one steadying hand so that she could grab and squeeze them while I pounded her.

My dick reached deep inside her. Her hole was wet and slippery, but its tightness gripped me and gave light resistance with every stroke. I kept hammering her as my manhood tingled with pleasure. I gripped tighter for leverage and spanked her lily-white ass while my sac slapped against her clit in rhythm to my movements.

Her coos turned to moans and her moans to screams as I continued to fuck her doggy-style, she ran her hand urgently over her chest and down her stomach. She was nearly screaming when she moved her hand down over her well manicured-thatch of light-red pubes, rubbing her clitoris vigorously as my cock thumped inside her.

I thrust faster, faster, faster until we both could only make low grunts and gasps of pleasure. I felt her already tight pussy clamp harder around my stiff dick as she came noisily. The added pressure around my already throbbing cock, coupled with her scream of passion, sent me over the edge and I came with her, my hot jizz blasting out furiously. We stood there, me still inside her, in the softly lit storage closet. I had never felt so happy that I rode public transit.