The businesswoman ramps up the pressure

The businesswoman frowns slightly at her phone as she toys with, and eventually frees, the top button of her blouse. "What did he tell you about the Johnson case?"

She looks up at you significantly, and undoes another button. She proceeds slowly in this way until her blouse spreads open wide across her unconstrained breasts, opening up to a wide span of cleavage. Her nipples poke into the sides of the blouse just short of the opening on either side.

"My plans for that division should lead to significant Q3 growth," she says into her phone. She casts a not very furtive glance at your crotch, where you're starting to swell significantly.

You take a quick glance around. Still no-one is paying any attention to the businesswoman, despite the general lack of subtlety in the way she's undressing, or for that matter the unsubtlety of her bra lying on the seat next to her.

You decide to take a chance, and unzip your jeans to relieve the pressure on your member. Your boxers press forward through your zipper, the green and white stripes making a definite contrast with the denim.

The businesswoman's eyes widen, and she looks up to you doe-eyed as she pulls the side of her blouse to one side. She plays with her nipple as she exposes it. "The main thing is that I get recognition for the work I've put into this," she tells whomever is at the other side of the phone call. She licks her lips as she looks to your boxers poking out from your open zipper.

You take a look around you, and convince yourself that no-one particularly cares that your zipper is open. You tentatively put a hand on your bulge, but no-one particularly takes notice, despite your conspicuous looking around the subway car.

"That's exactly what we're going to tell the board," the businesswoman says. She's looking straight at you again: somehow she's unbuttoned her blouse entirely, and is again pushing her chest out at you, wiggling it sightly. It doesn't take long for the blouse to slip open, exposing her tits to you (and the entire subway car). Her eyebrows jump up for a moment with surprise, and she looks up to you with an impish smile. "We're going to make it clear that we deserve that bonus."

You're starting to ache. Before you would hardly have dreamed about a situation like this, and now some sort of senior executive is giving you a sort of strip tease on the subway.

You rub the front of your boxers as you wait for the businesswoman to finish her call. She starts swaying very slowly, bringing a hand down to the top of her trousers, toying idly at the place at the waist where it fastens closed.