Pulling In - Pulling Out

The train squeals as it pulls into a station. The stranger behind you grabs your hips gently; he stops his slow, delightful fuck. The train comes to a stop; the doors jolt open; people shuffle off while others try to pack into the already crowded car. An older woman, who had been sitting, oblivious, in front of you gets up and hurries off of the train. The man with the newspaper quickly moves into the old woman's spot; he is now sitting only a foot or two away from you. The coed also moves closer. She crowds up right next to you, standing only inches away. She grabs the same support pole you have been using; your hands touch. She looks you right in the eyes and smiles.

You figure that she is about 20-22. She's fairly skinny. She's wearing a tied-dyed smock over a worn pair of jeans. On her back is an old, beat-up backpack. Her long, stringy hair is mousy-brown.

The train pulls out of the station with a jerk. The stranger's strong hands keep you steady; his cock is still tight and deep inside you. One of his hands releases your hip and moves up your back; he presses down softly, bending you slightly. He resumes his slow, deep fucking.

The man with the newspaper lifts the paper so that his lap is shielded from the rest of the subway car. Looking about cautiously, he unzips his slacks and slides a hand inside. He's playing with his cock!

The coed moves closer; her face almost touches yours. She lifts her free hand from her side.