The C Train by loyalsock

The C Train by loyalsockLaura crammed her way onto into the third car of the Brooklyn subway line on her way to the loop for work.It was only 7:00AM and the car was already packed like a can of sardines. After about a month of subway rides, Laura would get fed up and take her car to work, but that usually only lasted a day or two because of the horrible traffic and expensive parking rates. The C was considerably faster and cheaper, if not more convenient than driving a car. On this Wednesday it seemed that it was packed tighter than normal, and Laura was pressed between a well dressied business man and a mid forties woman who smelled of Yves St.Laurant.The car rocked back and forth as the train made it’s way from the far north side on it’s way down town. Having made the same trip thousands of times, Laura kind of put her mind in neutral and just swayed with the motion of the car. She was gazing out the window at the passing apartment buildings, and hardly noticed Miss Yves St. Laurant starting to breath a little harder and more shallowly. Only when she felt the woman stiffen against her did she realize that something was up. Now gaziemir escort looking the woman in the eyes, she could see that she was in some sort of discomfort. “Are you all right,” asked Laura?The woman just nodded her head and gulped down a breath of air. For the next several stops Laura watched to see that the lady was going to be okay. Her cheeks now flushed a bright red, Laura felt the woman grinding herself into her and trying to hide her short gasps of air. Laura couldn’t believe it, but she thought that the woman looked to be having an orgasm right on the train! She became more convinced when the woman’s body suddenly went limp and her breathing returned to normal.She gave Laura a weak smile and then looked away. Laura was about to forget it when she felt the unmistakable feeling of a hand sliding up the inside of her thigh up under her skirt! “My God,” she thought, “this is what happened to her fellow passenger!!!” Frantically looking around she couldn’t see anyone looking out of the ordinary. She looked to see if the business man pressed against her could be the culprit. He was reading the gaziemir escort bayan newspaper in one hand and holding on to the over head bar with the other. “Can’t be him,” she thought! By now the hand had worked way farther up her thigh. She could feel fingers softly brushing against the front of her panties. “Should she scream?” She was sure that if she did, the hand would be gone and she would surely look like a fool!!! Now the fingers had worked their way past the elastic on the leg openings and now were moving up and down her slit. “Shit,” she thought, “I can’t help it, I’m getting wet!!!” Now her own breaths came more shallowly. As the car swayed to and fro it only heightened her arousal! Yves St.Laurant now looked her in the eye and in a second knew what was happening to Laura.The woman mouthed the words, “It’s good, isn’t it?” Laura smiled back weakly and barely nodded her head in the affirmative. Now fingers had totally invaded her vagina! She now no longer cared about anything except having her orgasm! “My clit, please hit my clit,” she pleaded to herself! Finally a finger found her hard escort gaziemir nub and began to rub it in earnest! Now Laura was the one pushing up against the other woman! This time, however, the woman pushed back just enough to help Laura keep her balance. In fact their breasts were now squished together and Laura slowly ground her’s into the other lady’s making her hotter than ever!Laura was now on automatic pilot, and all she could think about was the finger on her clit! She moved her hips trying to get the finger to move faster! As if to admonish her to be still, it stopped rubbing it all together for a few seconds. Laura didn’t move a muscle and sure enough the steady, if slow masturbation continued. Just when she thought she would make it, a slight increase in pressure and pace tipped the scales and Laura felt a shuddering orgasm flood her helpless pussy! Barely able to stand up, Laura slowly began to regain her composure. The next thing she knew the hand was gone and the conductor was yelling out her stop. On slightly wobbly legs Laura exited the train and headed off to work. Appearing at her side was Yves St. Laurant, Falling into step next to Laura she opined, “A very interesting C ride today!” “Yes,” answered Laura, “very interesting!!!” Both women smiled at each other and then each disappeared into the morning rush hour crowd, both a little more satisfied than the other commuters on their way to work!