Fantasy

This isn’t the story of the first time I “did it”, as that hasn’t happened yet. It’s a story of one of the first fantasies that I wrote, based on a conversation I had with my bf. I’d never done anything like this, and he encouraged me to, so I did. Enjoy.

The day is hot and muggy and I feel a droplet of sweat wind its way from my neck down between my breasts as I board the subway. It’s 5 o’clock on a Thursday afternoon and a flood of people enters behind me, eager to get home. I am pressed to the end of the car with my side against one of the cold, shiny metal poles people hold onto when there are no more seats left—so they don’t fall. I can already tell that won’t be a problem today. The light is dim, and the driver makes an announcement that some of the lights have burned out, and they haven’t had a chance to replace them yet. Most of the people don’t care. All they are focused on is getting home. I lean my head against the pole and half-close my eyes, letting my mind go blank and all the stress of the day disappear, at least for a while. I find that by turning a little bit, I can lean my back on the pole and relax my whole body. The press of bodies against my own keeps me upright, and also from noticing the hands that grasp my wrists and bring them behind my back around the pole. I come fully aware when I feel cold steel latching around my flesh. By then it is too late. I am firmly bound to the steel shaft. A flood of arousal rushes through my body as I realize that struggling would only bring people’s interest to my plight, something that would be quite embarrassing. I am at the mercy of whoever did this to me. Because the day was so hot, I am dressed in a short light blue dress skirt and loose white blouse, with the top couple of buttons undone. I’m not even wearing pantyhose, leaving my legs free to breathe. I feel a hand now, sliding up the side of my leg from behind. Just the fingertips graze my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake, and flooding my core with hot moisture. When the hand reaches my panties, a finger slips inside the crotch and pulls them down to the hem of my skirt, just inches from being exposed to anyone next to me. After removing this barrier, the fingers return to my center, dancing along my inner thighs, teasing me, before dipping into my heat and separating the folds of flesh it finds hidden there. I shudder in arousal as the long digits continue to explore every fold and cranny of my vagina. Finally one finds the small bundle of nerves above my entrance and I moan in desire, drawing a couple stares from those around me. The fingers stop their investigations at my sound, giving me a little composure to respond to the curious bystanders. I smile calmly and adjust myself as though taking a nap. Suddenly the lights flicker and go out. The place is in almost total darkness, only the periodic flashes from the lights posted along the subway tunnel. Several complaints rise from those around me, before the driver announces his apologies for the light failure. He reminds us that they are having problems with the lighting and promises compensation for our predicament. The darkness seems to have given my captor confidence, though, because he moves around to my front. I can feel his aroused body press against me as his mouth makes contact with mine. His tongue darts past my lips to ravage my mouth, thrusting and prodding inside. This is possibly the best kiss I’ve ever received. His hips thrust against mine, grinding his arousal into my clit. I can feel his hand on my thigh, drawing closer and closer to my pulsing, needy core. His hips pull away, and mine reach forward, until he uses his hand to push me back against the pole, letting it ride along the center of my ass. His thumb finds my clit as one extended finger slides into me. I cry out against his mouth and clench the digit with my inner muscles. My hips thrust automatically against the intrusion, driving the finger deeper inside as his thumb massages the nub of pleasure above it. Slowly, his incredibly thick, long finger slides in and out of my tunnel, fucking me unhurriedly. His mouth muffles my gasps and moans as my arousal peaks. I can feel the pleasure getting stronger. Suddenly, he pulls the finger from inside me and twitches my clit with a thumb and finger. My body convulses against him in delight as blasts of longing race through my body. Taking his index finger, he slides it between my nether lips up to my clit, where he rubs and massages, slowly at first, and then faster, making my breath come harder and my hips pump against his hand. I’ve never been this aroused without coming before. I can feel the pleasure getting stronger and my climax coming, and still he pushes me, forcing me ever higher on the peak of desire. Finally I cum hard, jerking against the handcuffs and thrusting my body against his hand eagerly. All the time, his finger never stops its deliberate massage, commanding my body into a second convulsion of pleasure, easily the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced. The pleasure overwhelms my body, eventually, and I pass out. I wake up as the subway pulls up to the station. My clothes are straightened and replaced, and I’m alone and untied by the pole. The only way I can even tell he was really here is the pulse still throbbing between my legs and the juice of my passion running down the inside of my thighs. I smile to myself as I stumble from the subway car. Maybe he’ll be back tomorrow.

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