Occasionally good boys send me erotic fiction and today I have one such story to share. I hope you enjoy it!
Just a Little Ride
The Lex is hurtling shakily downtown, swaying, swaying in its subway route. The day had been long and I am wrapped in my trench coat, damp with the street level rain. The subway car is packed and steamy. As we rocket toward the tunnel to Brooklyn and I hang onto the overhead strap in the isolating noise of the crowd, there is a subtle soft pressure backing into me from the front. It is unyielding, persistent, and attention grabbing. It isn’t accidental. You get to know when there is intent, and there is. I heat up as the friction begins to press into my groin. Backing away doesn’t work. I have only inches of free space to elude the intrusive presence. The softness follows, seeks, hunts. My attitude softens. My cock hardens.
What to do? Where to go? In the compact mass of bodies, all I can do is to turn around to expose my rear. Perhaps the assailant will be discouraged. She isn’t. Now in the privacy of the swaying mob, her fingers probe my ass cheeks from the rear. UP…DOWN…UP. I find myself pressing into her massaging with private groans of ecstasy. My eyes close in delight as I relish the encounter. She thrusts her breasts against the middle of my back causing my knees to buckle in submission. Her hands enter my coat and fingers probe under my belt. I am helpless, willing, and relishing her advances.
We come to the next stop with the familiar screech of brakes. The crowd changes in a rude surge. Doors close and we are off again. Except that she is gone. Gone! My pulse races with the remembering of the pleasure she gave me. Sigh…
Now, it’s my turn to get off. I walk in a blurred state to my apartment able to think only of her assault. At the nightstand, I reach into my pocket for my wallet. It is no longer there.
All I can do is smile.
Written by DBP