Subway encounter

The subway car rattled and hummed, a cocoon of steel and glass hurtling through the city's underbelly. Lisa was lost in thought, her gaze fixed on the reflections dancing across the darkened window. She was oblivious to the other passengers, each in their own world, as she mentally prepared for the day's lectures.

Savannah, a striking figure at six feet tall with an air of confident sexuality, stepped into the car at the next stop. Her dark eyes scanned the crowd, and when they landed on Lisa, a spark of desire ignited within her. Savannah was a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to take it. She moved through the car with a predator's grace, her leather jacket creaking slightly as she maneuvered through the throng of commuters.

Lisa felt rather than saw the shadow fall over her. Before she could turn, a hand slid over her hip, fingers splaying possessively. Her heart leaped into her throat as she whirled around, coming face-to-face with Savannah's self-assured smirk.

"Stop," Lisa hissed, her voice barely audible over the din of the subway. But there was a hesitation in her eyes, a flicker of curiosity that betrayed her shock.

Savannah leaned in, her breath hot against Lisa's ear. "You don't want me to stop, gorgeous," she murmured, her voice a low purr that sent shivers down Lisa's spine. "I can see it in your eyes. You're as horny as I am."

Lisa's protests died on her lips as Savannah's hand resumed its exploration, cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her shirt. The unwanted arousal that blossomed within her was undeniable, a traitorous heat that pooled in her lower belly.

"Such a pretty little slut," Savannah whispered, her fingers pinching Lisa's nipple into a hard peak. The word should have been an insult, but the way Savannah said it, with such reverence, made Lisa's knees weak.

The subway car was crowded, yet they were in their own private bubble, the world around them fading into a blur of noise and motion. Lisa's breath hitched as Savannah flipped her back around and her other hand slipped between Lisa's legs, applying just enough pressure to make her squirm.

"Please," Lisa whispered, though whether it was a plea for more or for mercy, she wasn't sure herself.

Savannah's response was to grind against Lisa's ass, the bulge in her jeans evident and insistent. "You feel that, baby? That's what you do to me. I'm so fucking hard for you."

With deft fingers, Savannah unzipped her pants and freed her cock, thick and eager. Lisa's eyes widened, but the fear that had initially spiked within her was now mingled with an intense, almost painful need. She wanted to feel that cock inside her, to be filled and stretched in a way she never had before.

Savannah didn't wait for further invitation. She quietly hiked up the back of Lisa's skirt and tugged her panties aside, exposing her wet, willing pussy. The first thrust was sudden and deep, eliciting a gasp from Lisa that she quickly stifled, mindful of their surroundings.

"Quiet, or you'll get us caught," Savannah warned, her voice a growl in Lisa's ear. She punctuated her words with another thrust, her cock sliding effortlessly into Lisa's slick heat. Lisa could barely hold on. Savannah's cock felt amazing! Like the perfect fit for her pussy.

They found a rhythm, the rocking of the train accentuating each deliberate stroke. Lisa's hands gripped the metal bar in front of her, her knuckles white as she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Savannah's hands roamed Lisa's body, one tweaking her nipple while the other slid beneath her skirt to tease her clit.

"You're so tight, so fucking perfect," Savannah groaned, her pace increasing. "Tell me you love this dick."

"I love it," Lisa panted, her body trembling on the edge of release. "I love your fucking dick."

The dirty talk spurred them on, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time. Lisa's pussy clenched around Savannah's cock, the sensation of being filled so completely driving her wild. She could feel the pressure building, an unstoppable **** that threatened to consume her.

"Come for me," Savannah commanded, her voice laced with raw need. "Milk my cock with that sweet pussy."

With a muffled cry, Lisa obeyed, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Her inner walls convulsed around Savannah's shaft, the intensity of her release causing her to see stars.

Savannah wasn't far behind, the tightness of Lisa's pussy pushing her over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, she buried herself deep inside Lisa, her cock pulsing as she filled her with hot, thick cum.

They stayed like that for a moment, locked together as the subway car rumbled on, their heavy breathing the only sound louder than the train's clatter. Savannah did one last little thrust just to savor this pussy one last time. Then she withdrew slowly, tucking herself away with a sated smile. Lisa adjusted her clothing, her legs still shaky from the intensity of their encounter.

Savannah, her voice husky with desire, broke the silence. "What is your name?" "I'm Lisa," she replied. " I'm Savannah. That was fucking incredible, Lisa. Your pussy felt so damn good around my dick." Her words were raw, unfiltered, a testament to the intensity of their encounter.

"Wanna keep this going at a hotel? We could fuck all day, lose ourselves in each other." Her voice was a seductive whisper, her words painting a tantalizing picture of a day filled with unbridled passion.

Lisa blushed, her heart fluttering at Savannah's words. She had never experienced anything like this before. It was wild, reckless, and oh-so-thrilling. But she had school, responsibilities. She couldn't just abandon them for a day of fucking, could she?