She puts away her book

This time, instead of standing up and walking away, she simply closes her book, put it in her bag, and sits back up, her hands apart, placed on her thighs. She is still looking at her lap, and not at your dick, but this is still obviously a good sign.

You stroke your dick a couple of times, but then, seeing the woman's shaking hands, decide to push her a little. You reach out and take her left hand, which is nearest you, and place it around your cock. The woman is still looking at her lap, but allows you to do this. You wrap your hand around hers, and assist her in stroking your cock, up and down.

Though the rest of her body remains stiff and seemingly lifeless, her hand takes on a strength of its own, and you quickly drop your hand off of hers to let her work on you unassisted. She pumps you firmly, if uninspiredly; her handjob is like clockwork, like getting action from a machine, but it's still the soft hand of a woman that's doing it.

You throw your head back, and enjoy the handjob, as the woman's seemingly disembodied hand works you over while she sits, otherwise motionless. The movement really is too mechanical, and relatively out of touch with the inner motions of your body; it's pretty clear she's never done this before, but that fact, combined with the slightest of smiles breaking across her stern face, is enough to get you through.

You murmur that you are about to cum, and the woman aims your cock forward, still pumping, so that when you do shoot, you shoot out in front of you, on to the train floor, and on to the seat in front of you. The woman keeps pumping after you finish squirting, and you have to place your hand over hers again to get her to stop. You look over at her, and see that her face is flushed with excitement, and that she is breathing heavily.