Shake your thang

At first, it looked like she was straining to see something. She would move up and look around. John had a good foot and a half on her, at least, and *he* couldn't see a damn thing. Too many bodies pressed together. Maybe a quick snippet of a window, and the backs of a lot of heads. She looked around again, her face twisted into a look of concern, shared by many of the other passengers. Then he realized what really was going on.

"Um..so," he started non-chalantly, "How did a such a young lady become the owner of...uh...um...such high profile law firm?" His voice caught as she was actively grinding her ass against his throbbing hard-on.

"Oh, my Great-Great-Grandfather was Abraham Berkowicz who founded the firm back in the late 1800's. It passed from son to son to son, to my father, who had the bad luck of having 5 girls and no sons. I was the youngest, actually went to Harvard, law degree, and yadda yadda yadda.." John groaned internally as each "yadda" was punctuated with a gentle sashay grind of her soft ass against him. "I inherited it after Dad retired. I am on the board, and don't really run the day-to-day stuff."

John felt like he was sweating. Was the car heating up? Was there really a fire on the tracks? Dear GOD he wanted to just take her, right here and now! He pressed in closer so her movements didn't get passed to the guy behind him by accident. She sank back into him gently, as cuddly as 2 people on a packed subway car can get. His hard cock was fully buried in the crack of her ass, and it felt wonderful.

John cleared his throat quietly. "So, what do you do to keep yourself busy?"

She leaned further back into him, if it was possible. Her scent made him dizzy. She was just radiating pure sex. "Oh, charity work, some minor functions, occasionally attending the board meetings if I am required. I have to be honest, it's not a very hard life," she cooed into his ear. Even her warm breath in his ear exuded pure sensuality. And of course she punctuated "hard" with another ass wiggle.

John couldn't take it. Short of doing a stand-up **** in front of hundreds, his free hand went to her hip as he gave a shallow thrust. His hard dick was still pressing into her ass. She couldn't get much closer without being inside of him. But he wanted her to know he could give as good as he got.

She gave out a whisper of a gasp and even at the odd angle, he could tell she was smiling. They stayed that way for a while. She would flex her soft butt cheeks, almost masturbating him with her ass. He would push in return, letting her feel every throb of his engorged dick. The conversation had kinda died out about this time. Two bodies, writhing against each other as much as they could, while fully clothed and without attracting attention.

John suddenly realized that he needed to show some initiative in this junior high school dry hump they were doing. He carefully looked at the logistics and decided to go for it. No one was at eye level with his target, or below, so he upped the ante. His free hand was under the arm she was using to grip the handrail. He even had some cover of a large, expensive handbag she was carrying on that shoulder. With no warning, he pulled his hand up to her right breast, giving it a firm squeeze.

"Yeep!" escaped from Margaret's lips, quickly followed by a realistic "Choo!" John chuckled into her ear. "Nice cover." He let his fingers wander around the area. Her neck was flush even as the guy in front of her glanced over his shoulder, disgusted.

"Sorry!" she piped to the back of the guy's head. Her grinds slowed as John felt her nipple harden, even under 3 layers of clothes. He didn't have to tear at her breast, just tease it. Her breath began to quicken, and she was clearing her throat more. Good cover for the cold "excuse." When John felt she was getting too heated up, he backed off and went back to her exposed hip. Her skirt was just a little too unyielding for what he would have liked to have done. But he would press his hand forward, pushing into her thighs and getting as close to her mound as he could. Then he drew back again. He knew this had to be as much **** for her as her butt was for him. Her free hand had made it's way back and was gripping his ass, pulling his crotch into her as much as possible. He loved the way he could feel her grip tighten as he would near a "zone" then back off. He leaned his head forward and exhaled slowly down the nape of her neck, into her fine cleavage.

She coughed once, a little louder than the others, when he felt her pull away slightly.