Subway Surprise

The subway car was packed, the usual morning rush hour crowd squeezing in tightly. I stood, holding onto the overhead bar, my body pressed against strangers on all sides. The heat was oppressive, the air thick with the scent of perfumes and sweat. I tried to focus on the newspaper in front of me, but my mind was elsewhere, replaying the steamy dream I’d had last night.

Suddenly, I felt a warm, insistent pressure between my legs. I shifted slightly, trying to ease the discomfort, but it only seemed to make it worse. My breath hitched as I felt a familiar tingling, a sensation that was both exhilarating and terrifying. I glanced around, my heart pounding, hoping no one would notice the flush spreading across my cheeks.

The train lurched, and I lost my balance, falling against the man next to me. He steadied me, his hand lingering on my waist a little too long. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through my body, and I could feel the pressure building, the need for release becoming almost unbearable.

I tried to think of anything but the sensation, but it was useless. The crowd, the heat, the constant motion of the train—it all combined to push me closer to the edge. I could feel it, deep within me, a coiled spring ready to unleash. I bit my lip, stifling a moan as the first wave of pleasure crashed over me.

And then, it happened. A warm, gushing release exploded from me, soaking my pants and dripping down my legs. I froze, my eyes wide with shock and embarrassment, as the sensation of my squirt washed over me. The crowd around me was a blur, their voices a distant hum, but I could feel the wetness spreading, the evidence of my orgasm impossible to hide.

I looked down, my heart racing, half expecting someone to have noticed. But the crowd was oblivious, lost in their own worlds. I turned to the man next to me, my eyes wide with a mix of panic and excitement. He glanced at me, a smirk playing on his lips, and I knew he had felt it, had seen the evidence of my pleasure.

In that moment, I was both humiliated and exhilarated. I had lost control in the most public of places, and the thrill of it was intoxicating. As the train pulled into my stop, I stepped off, my legs shaking, my body still buzzing with the aftershocks of my orgasm. I walked away, leaving behind the chaos and excitement of the subway, but carrying with me the memory of a moment that would forever be etched in my mind.