or not

He was a little confused. He could feel her free hand moving around between them. He was half expecting her to grab his rod, as she moved around it. But she didn't, at least not right away. After a moment, her hand came back up and drew back her hair on the same side as John's face. She giggled as he gave a playful kiss on her earlobe. "So, Mr. Smith, you work on Wall Street. You know how the business in the financial district work. Do you play it safe? Or do you take risks?" she whispered coyly back to him.

"Some of both." he practically growled in her ear. "The greater the risk, the greater reward. But leave a safety net, just in case."

Her free hand went down again, rubbing on his leg. "Well Mr. Smith, as your legal counsel, I highly recommend on taking a risk now. And exercise your 5th Amendment rights."

He puzzled on that for a second, and was about to say something, when he felt her sneaky hand reach back and pet his throbbing cock through his slacks. He didn't moan like he wanted to, but let out a quiet exhale, like a sigh. That noise quickly turned into a shallow cough, as she found his zipper and pulled it down.

He thought she must have been a pickpocket in a former life, as she had no problem reaching in, past the flap in his boxers, and released his beast. His mind snorted at that thought. He wasn't the biggest guy in the world. He learned that early on from his time at the company gym locker room. However, he was respectable.

She stroked his manhood a few times. Her hands were soft, but her grip was perfect. He could feel himself swell up further under her attentions. The feel of manipulating him, out of eye-shot of everyone on the car, was incredible. He stiffened further. At this rate, he was going to cum. It may take awhile, as the speed was long and slow, but he would get there. He wasn't sure where his load would land, but he hoped...

"She must have huge hands, or.." he thought. Then it dawned on him. He was being rubbed against her bare ass cheek. All that movement earlier, she had unzipped her skirt high enough to allow him "inside." She kept stroking him up and down, but she also allowed the tip of his cock run back and forth. She pressed it hard into her soft flesh, up and down her crack, then back again. He could tell he was making trails of his pre-cum all over her skin.

"I have to advise my counsel that this course of action may lead to an early dismissal of the...jurors." he groaned quietly into her ear. OK, so he wasn't a lawyer, he didn't know the right terminology, but she got the gist of it.

Her breathing was up, as she gave a light sigh of pleasure. "Oh really? Well, I believe the jury needs to be sequestered for deliberations."

With that, she raised up on her toes, again, looking like she was trying to see out of the crowd. But with a quick move, she positioned John's dick right at the entrance of her pussy. With a sudden movement, she engulfed his penis with her sopping cunt.

Both her and John let out some light coughs, hoping it would be a good substitute for the groans just bubbling at the surface. Neither of them moved. He could feel her warm wetness just oozing around his member. He was having an effect on her, as she became flushed, right at the nape of her neck. Her free hand came back up and pulled out her cell phone.

"Oh my God." John whispered.

"Just act natural and...oh God, I can feel your heartbeat...and we'll have a very nice ride...Um...nice ride home." she whispered.

John wasn't about to argue. He scanned the car, and didn't see anyone looking at them, or their conjoined regions. Everyone was either listening to their cell phones, with ear buds implanted, or having conversations about the train or other things.

They held it like that. just enjoying each other's flesh as they waited. He never got slack, and she would help, occasionally doing her tiptoe stunt. She would almost get to where he was going to fall out, but then came back down, fully engulfing his frustrated member.

John had never had sex this painfully slow before. He wanted to grab her thighs and lift her up, exposing her to the world as he pistoned in and out of her wet pussy. Her heat was amazing, and the folds surrounding him were exquisite. However, the car was still painfully packed. He didn't even have room to bend his knees and shallowly fuck her standing up.

His free hand snaked up and grabbed her breast again. There was no mistaking it this time, as her nipples were at full attention. She gave another light coughing fit to keep from moaning.

He knew he was starting to get close, when the speakers dinged for an announcement. "The track has been repaired and we will resume travel shortly. Please be sure you and your personal items are secure. We apologize for the delay."

John looked at her phone she still had held up. They had been there for at least an hour. Thirty minutes of that had been them, secretly screwing. All of the passengers either groaned or gave a sigh of relief as the news hit. The bright emergency lights that had been on blinked out as the regular neon lights came on. John flinched, feeling exposed as the shadows died out in the glare. But another quick survey reassured him that they couldn't be seen.

Finally the train gave a small lurch and began to move. John groaned again as his cock was jostled in its happy purse. She did too, as she lightly gasped again. She didn't bother to hide it this time.

John knew it would be about 20 minutes until the next station. However, the ride felt much shorter than that. Every bump, lurch, vibration of the engine and hum of the tracks traveled straight through his legs and into his engorged dick. He could see the side of her flushed face and her lips quivered. All those feelings were being sent right into her vagina. John knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

"The jury has about finished their deliberations, Ma'am." he grunted into her ear.

"Would the Bailiff please bring the jury back into the court?" she whimpered.

John gave a shallow thrust as the car moved suddenly again. That was all it took. His cock erupted into her waiting pussy. He could feel each spurt as he painted her walls white. She whimpered again as he felt her clamping tightly on his dick. They both shuddered together as his seed filled her depths. Finally, it began wind down. They both sighed in relief at the same time, causing him to smile and her to giggle again. As the train began to slow, she quickly pulled out his shrinking member and stuffed it back into his pants. With 2 quick movements, she zipped him up and herself back down. "Maybe she's an escape artist in her spare time?" he thought.

The train finally came to a stop. Bodies shuffled and leaned as people left. When all was said and done, the car was still crowded, but it had thinned considerably from before. John was still pressed against her, and felt a little hurt as she pulled away, putting space between them.

They rode in silence for a few stops. She was checking her phone messages, and John quietly watched. He wanted to approach her, thank her, kiss her, hug her. Hell, he even wanted to fuck her again. He gave a long sigh. The anonymity of the whole encounter was exhilarating. She had seen him in a cell phone image, and he had only gotten a good look at the side of her face at most. He wasn't happy at the outcome, but wasn't sorry either.

After a couple more stops, she approached him quietly, while reaching into her purse. Seeing her face entirely for the first time, he wasn't disappointed. Her smokey blue eyes were the perfect shade to match her makeup and suit. She coughed quietly and handed him a business card. He glanced at it, then at her.

"If you need..ahem..legal counseling again, please be sure to let me know. I'll be happy to give you my special rate. Although, I really would like to see you at my private office at your earliest convenience. It's the next stop." she said, playfully batting her eyelashes at him.