Blog di lechemoncul

When I was younger, I rode the Metro a lot to get around especially during the winter months when roads were always congested. For some strange reason, I always enjoyed being packed in the subway cars rubbing up against strangers. After a while, I was able to recognize some of the “regular” commuters. One of these "regulars" was a man who particularly caught and held my attention. It was an older gentleman, about 50 or so, who wore stylish European glasses, was well dressed, had a salt and pepper goatee and mustache, kind brown eyes, medium build and sexy lips. He looked old enough to be my dad. One morning I found myself sitting across from him. Although the train was crowded, I knew he would be able to catch glimpses of my tanned legs and if I positioned myself just right, maybe he could see the crotch of my panties. I opened my legs slightly when no one was standing directly in front of me and looked for his reaction. I caught him looking intently. The thought of letting this handsome man look at me made me wet. His stare made me want to do more right there. Unfortunately, the train filled again but I stayed there legs open the whole ride just in case. Two mornings later I decided to be bolder. I got on the train and sat almost in the same spot and there he was across from me again. He glanced up from a file of papers he was reading and gave me a weak smile. I acted as if I didn’t know him and didn’t smile back (little did he know that his smile made my pussy do a flip). I pretended to be doing a crossword or something in a magazine and crossed my legs like a guy to make them like a desk. I knew full well that with my legs in this position that everyone across from me could see up my skirt easily, especially my intended. I peeked up and saw him glancing between my legs; the shock on his face was priceless. I had removed my panties earlier in the Metro station … He was looking at my bald little pussy: puffy, slightly opened lips and dripping with excitement. His stare made me lift my top knee higher to me so I could “write” my crossword answer, fully aware that this action afforded him a better view. I saw him squirm a little in his seat. The chilly air in the train did nothing to quench the heat between my legs. I thought I saw a bump in his crouch that he tried to contain with the file folder. That’s when I looked directly into his eyes and acted as if I were upset with his peeping and quickly closed my legs. His face went flush when he saw the disdain in my face. He fumbled with his file to compose himself. Once he resumed his reading again, I crossed my legs the same way just to mess with him. This time he was cautious not to stare but he peeked very often. This game only made me wetter. After a few mornings of this flash and peek game and after many long nights of rubbing my pussy to countless orgasms at the thought of this man, I decided to make a move. One morning instead of sitting, I stood right in front of him, the packed train made my actions and intentions less obvious. My heart fluttered just thinking about my pussy being just inches from his face and obstructed only by my skirt as I'd taken to the habit of removing my panties before every train ride now. I looked down as he sat and I could tell he was nervous in my presence, not attempting any eye contact at all. I wondered if he could smell or see my pussy juices dripping down my leg? Would I be lucky enough or for him to be so bold as to finger me under my skirt or better yet lift my skirt and suck my aching clit with those sexy lips of his? At one point he offered me his seat but quick thinking made me decline and instead I offered his seat to the old lady standing next to me. He replaced her at my side and I positioned myself very close facing him but not looking at him. I could sense he was uncomfortable but he made no attempt to step back or move to the side. His overcoat was slightly open and with the way I was positioned it was as if I was standing inside his overcoat with him. I could feel the heat of his body next to mine, making my nipples stiff and erect. I stood there with my left hand hanging on to the handrail, head turned to the side acting oblivious to him being there yet, I was fully aware of his breath quickening as I unzipped his pants with my right hand and pulled out his cock; the flaps of his overcoat offering us some concealment. He made no protest to stop me. His cock felt so good in my hand, the hot thickness growing larger with every stroke. I moved in closer, raised my skirt a little, tip-toed and closed my eyes as I rubbed his fleshy staff furiously across my swollen wet pussy. I didn’t know if it was the build-up, the anticipation or the excitement of doing this on a cramped train full of strangers because not too long after I had started I felt my hips involuntarily buck in convulsions at the start of my orgasm. I closed my eyes and bit my lip to contain my soft moaning as I rode the wave. I continued to rub the shaft of his dick on my wet pussy lips until soon he too exploded all over my thigh with thick, hot streams of come stifling his own low grunts of pleasure. I held him there until we both came off our own clouds. I let him go, smoothed down my skirt, walked away and out the door when the train stopped literally leaving him there with his dick in the wind.