A Subway Encounter
By
Rushmore Judd
SMASHWORDS EDITION
Copyright © 2011 by Rushmore Judd
This is a work of fiction but partially based on true events. However, all names and characters have been changed and exaggerated for the purpose of the story.
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A Subway Encounter
She liked to show me off. She was only interested in women while I was bi. She was a year older than me but with so much more experience. I had grown up in the suburbs, in a religious family, and sheltered. I had a few boyfriends – the innocent virginal kind – but had denied my feelings for the soft flesh of my own sex. Such thoughts were not allowed in our community. Finally on my own in college, living in the city, I met Tracy. She dropped out of school and worked in telemarketing – on her own for a couple of years now. She was certain she only wanted women and made me her most recent conquest. She understood my secret desires and knew how to tap into them.
On this day she and I went shopping downtown. She had me try on dresses and opened the dressing room door at inappropriate times exhibiting me in my underwear to the other customers in the store. After a couple of hours at different stories and trying on clothes and surprising strangers, she bought me some lingerie. She planned a private fashion show and photo session when we got home. I was quite excited and animated when we boarded the crowded trolley car out of the city.
It was about three o’clock and there was a small group of high school boys standing in the middle of the car. There were no seats so she led me down the narrow aisle until we were virtually in the middle of the boys. She leaned forward and whispered in my ear.
“So which of these boys do you think has the biggest cock? Do you think it’s the tall one behind you? Or would you rather feel the husky boy beside him.” The boys seemed interested in us and it made it hard to look at them. They were staring at the two beautiful young women, especially Tracy, who was holding on to the center pole and twisting and turning her body swaying from one side to the other, occasionally bumping into one or two of the boys. Twirling around, she leaned into me again.
“In a crowded subway like this, you know, you can take advantage of these boys. You can’t help but rub against their bodies and who can say what parts you might touch?” The trolley came to a stop and more people got on. Everyone pressed closer and I felt my bum push against the tallest boy’s hips. When the car started up again, it jerked and I felt his hips turn. His front was now just barely touching my rear. Tracy leaned closer, turning her back into me, pressing me harder into the boy’s lap.
“Can you feel his thing?” she asked. We were so close I was afraid he could hear her. I shook my head indicating no. She squirmed around so she was facing me and put her free hand on the back of my neck carefully reaching under my long blonde hair. She then slowly, very seductively kissed me deeply on the lips. It wasn’t a long kiss but it immediately sent a jolt through my body. Tracy was very fond of public displays of affection. It embarrassed me but also excited me and she knew this. While she kissed me I felt a hand skim across my bottom. It was his hand and he did it as though it was a natural movement from the sway of the trolley but its deliberateness could not be denied.
We reached another station and more people packed on bringing the car to its limit. The tall boy repositioned his hand on the same pole that Tracy and I were holding. He hovered over me and I was pressed against the pole on one side and Tracy on the other. Her breasts touched one of mine. It started again with a jerk and I felt his middle press against my ass. With the crowd of people no one could actually see what was going on down below the level of our heads because we were all packed too closely. Tracy kissed me again. This time she didn’t have to lean forward we were already quite close. I felt her hand reach between my legs and she pressed it into the folds of my dress and against my moist panties. People were watching her kiss me but no one could see her hand, I think.