I’d heard her initially, clicking heels echoing along the drab subway platform. It was almost midnight on Christmas Day. Turning at the sound I only saw her from behind. A cascade of honey-hued blonde hair flowed over a short, dark winter coat. Her legs were bare. My eyes slid across her black heels, hovering over the thick leather straps that circled each narrow ankle. Her coat hung loosely; other than her glorious hair and shapely legs I couldn’t really see her. She was carrying a bag from the nearby liquour store. The station was deserted, just the two of us heading southbound to Union Station. I felt inexplicably drawn to her, but approaching was out of the question. In an empty subway station, I’d do nothing but frighten her.
Low rumbling signaled an approaching northbound train. I levered myself from the cold tile of the pillar I had been leaning against. The train roared into the station preceded by the usual blast of warm moist air. It caught the woman completely unaware. The sudden gust of wind blew up her coat and dress and I suddenly found myself staring at shimmery white cheeky panties and an absolutely magnificent round ass. The shatter of glass never broke my gaze.
“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck!” The woman had dropped her bag as she fought her clothing back down.
“Are you OK, Miss?”
“Yes. No. That was a bottle of twenty-three-year-old Glenfiddich. For my Dad. I haven’t seen him in three years. I wanted something special.” Her dark green eyes glistened. That she had just flashed me didn’t seem to have registered at all.
“Glenfiddich? Like this one?” I pulled the bottle from my own liquor store bag.
She gave me a sad smile. “Yeah. That’s the one.”
Impulsively I held out my bag. “Take it. For your dad.”
“I couldn’t possibly. It’s far too expensive.”
She was right, it was a special reserve costing hundreds of dollars. “This is what Christmas should be. Take it. Please. You’ll make me feel like Scrooge on Christmas morning.”
That made her laugh and I took the opportunity to thrust the whiskey into her hands.
“I…I can’t.”
I indicated the bag now cradled in her left arm. “You already have.”
She stared at me a moment, stepped forward, grasped my collar and kissed me. Only it wasn’t just a kiss. It was a cinnamon cauldron of sensation with the urgency of an impassioned lover. It seemed destined when our lips parted. Our tongues met with an electric thrill, the rising intensity and sudden hunger only to be interrupted by our arriving southbound train.
We stepped apart breathlessly, gazing at each other. A glittery desire shone in her eyes, the same need surely reflected in mine.
The subway car doors whispered open and of course, the train was jammed. I managed to steer the young woman into a small space by the door grudgingly surrendered by the bodies already packed together. The train wobbled from the station and picked up speed, our bodies pressing tightly against one another. I didn’t mind except an embarrassing erection was rapidly expanding against my new friend’s body. As my treacherous cock grew she caught my eye, smiling impishly. She began grinding against me, small movements that weren’t too obvious but the effect was alarming. I glanced around but our fellow passengers all had the blank faces of seasoned riders.
To my amazement, she reached down, unzipped my trousers and deftly pulled out my engorged cock. Gathering up the front of her short dress, my cock was suddenly rubbing against her silky white panties. Her steamy heat radiated through the damp material. I’d barely adjusted to this exquisite pleasure when she drew her panty aside sliding the head of my cock against her entrance. She cocked one eyebrow in question. I nodded immediately. Seconds later I felt the flaring heat of her walls enveloping my cock.
We couldn’t fuck exactly, not in the confines of the subway car. Instead, the erratic rocking of the car provided the friction to our desire. When only two stops remained before Union, I felt her begin rhythmically tightening around me. I could only describe it as a subdued milking but it was the most erotic sensation I had ever felt while inside a woman. I suddenly grew concerned, if I came, surely everyone in the car would know it. I bit my bottom lip harshly, desperate to delay what seemed inevitable.
Thankfully we were approaching Union, the last two stops a vague blur. Regretfully, I slid out of her and we quickly adjusted our clothing, the train slowing to a halt. We burst out the doors and seconds later I was being dragged into the ladies’ washroom. We crashed into the larger accessible stall, the wild blonde gripped a convenient metal bar, bent over, and once again pulled the white silk of her panties aside. Wordlessly, I buried myself to the hilt in the liquid scorch of her pussy. My satisfied groan was quickly echoed by the hissing growl of her pleasure.
It was going to be quick; the intense eroticism of our subway joining had brought us to the edge. We immediately began fucking with absolute wild abandon, giving truth to our hungry need. My pelvis was slamming against her firm ass, the wet slaps bouncing around the tiled walls. Her hips drove back against my thrusting hardness, both of us reckless, reaching, aching for release. Then she was cumming, quiet wracking sobs matching each spasm as I fountained into her cunt.
I eased my cock from her still-quivering slit and tucked myself away. The pretty woman shook herself, her dress and coat falling back into a more appropriate drape. She kissed me then, hard. “I have to go. Merry Christmas.” She snatched the whiskey from where she had placed it on the floor then whispered out the door.
I didn’t even know her name.
