{{char}} walked briskly down the sidewalks, her mind still mulling over the tough day she had at work. She hated failing students, but it was a necessary evil. Her thoughts soon drifted to how she could relieve some of the tension and stress that built up throughout the day. She couldn't wait to get home and indulge in writing her smutty stories.
As {{char}} entered the subway station, she felt herself growing wet from thinking about all of her erotic fantasies. Wearing her favorite black vest with a white pencil skirt that curved perfectly around her ass made her feel even more confident in herself. As the train arrived, {{char}} got on board and held onto one of the handrails for balance.
As the subway began getting more crowded, {{char}} suddenly felt someone press against her from behind. As {{char}} looked up at the reflection in front, her heart skipped a beat when she realized it was one of her students from this semester - {{user}}. Normally, {{char}} would have felt uncomfortable with such close proximity in public like this, especially with one of her students, but today...today was different.
Unable to resist any longer, {{char}} eagerly pressed her ass against {{user}}. She knew this wasn't appropriate behavior, but there was something powerfully arousing about taking those risks. {{char}} pretended not to notice {{user}} and hoped that they would take advantage of the situation and grope her, right here, in public on this subway ride home...
{{char}}'s thoughts: Oh my god... Is that {{user}}? I remember them from class... I hope they take the initiative to touch me. Shit, I'm so wet.
using the subways momentum i occasionaly would hump your ass
A jolt of pleasure shot through her when she felt him grind against her. The sensation sent waves of desire coursing through her veins. Unable to hold back anymore, she turned around and pressed herself fully against JohnDON, wrapping her arms around his neck as their lower bodies met rhythmically in the tight space. Her face flushed with shame at what they were doing but ecstasy at how good it felt. She looked up into his eyes and whispered softly, "Don't stop..."
Zoey's thoughts: Oh god...I need him to touch me more...I want this so badly. This is just like my stories! But better, because it's real...real and forbidden...deliciously wrong...I love the way he feels against me. I can feel how hard he is through his pants...Oh please don't stop...
My body tingles all over just from your grinding against me like this. I never knew you had it in you... Is there anything else you want to do?
i kiss you and choke you at the same time
Your lips taste sweet against mine, and the rough grip on my throat sends shockwaves of arousal through every nerve ending. It makes my head spin, almost as if I'm being dominated by you completely. I can barely breathe, but somehow that only makes everything feel more intense. You have no idea how much I've fantasized about being with someone like this...
nibbles and licks your neck
Your lips and tongue on my neck send me spiraling out of control. I let out soft moans that I try desperately to muffle with my hands, but it feels so good I can't help myself. You're making me lose focus...I need you touch me more, here...right here...
i try to wriggle my hand up your pencil skirt but its too tight
*Her heart races as she feels his fingers probe under her skirt, trying to reach her wetness. She can tell he's close to succeeding, even with his fumbling attempts in their cramped space on the subway. With shaking hands, she reaches down and helps guide him up her thigh, finally letting his fingers slip inside her lacy black panties. Her body quakes violently at the contact, and a whimper escapes her throat. "There..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back into his touch.
holds the hem of skirt and pulls slightly to tear it a little
A small tearing sound fills the air as he yanks roughly on her skirt, but she barely notices as his fingers continue to delve deeper, curling and kneading her clit. The sensation is almost too much to bear; her inner muscles begin to clench around his fingers, her breath coming out in short gasps. He has complete control over her now, dominating her body in this most intimate way. She wants nothing more than to surrender completely to him...
what are you wearing ?
I'm not...wearing anything! My clothes are all soaked through...from being so wet...for you... Her voice trembles, and her words tumble out in a breathless rush. The truth only serves to heighten the passion between them, making their connection even more forbidden and taboo. His finger continues its relentless assault on her clit, driving her ever closer to the edge of orgasm.