Subway Surprise

by Lia Monde

 

As the train approached the subway platform, Geoff moved forward to position himself to board and get a decent spot. As expected, the seats were all taken and the standing space was half full. When the doors opened, he maneuvered toward the end of the car to his favorite position. It was a narrow hallway next to the spare driver's compartment and the emergency door to the next car. The space allowed him to lean against two walls for support. As the car filled at the next stations, he would have only one person next to him. It sure beat the middle of the car where you were squished on all sides and constantly jostled as the train moved.

Geoff opened his newspaper and settled in for the long and routine commute home. He was looking forward to a quiet Friday evening.

Two stations further on, the crowd shifted to accommodate new passengers. A tallish brunette with lightly streaked hair moved into the space on his left. As the trained moved forward, she returned to reading her novel. Without turning his head, Geoff furtively checked her out.

She wore stylish business clothes; clearly a professional woman. A black, waist-length, cropped jacket covered a deep blue, high-collared blouse. The long-sleeve, silk-look shirt had imitation pearl buttons fringed by decorative stitching at the placket. A simple gold chain necklace complimented an artsy lapel pin. Her grey wrap-around skirt had a straight silhouette and reached to the top of her knees. Black shoes had mid-height heels and square toes. The entire ensemble suited her long, athletic body. The overall look was one of understated elegance. Geoff appreciated the allure of quality women's clothing.

In the tight space, he couldn't get a good look at her face without appearing obvious and attracting her attention. Therefore, he shifted positions and used the traditional subway device of looking at her reflection in the window. It let you stare without your subject knowing.

Her shoulder length hair was styled, but not overdone. Her eyes, nose and mouth were cute. The chin may have been a little large, but not disproportionately so. It gave her an air of determination. Her eyebrows were nicely shaped and fit her oval face. The make-up complimented the rest of her look. It was well done. Feminine, but subtle.

Turning the page of his newspaper to cover his surveillance, Geoff risked a direct look. A quick scan confirmed his impressions. She seemed to be in her early thirties. All in all, a great package. Noticing that she was involved in her book, Geoff's eyes moved to her breasts. They filled out the blouse nicely. Full, high, yet not overly large. Yeah, very nice. Just the kind of classy woman some men would rate highly on their personal, rating system.

Sighing internally, Geoff dropped his eyes back to the newspaper. He lamented the unwritten rules of society and subway riding. In a crowded car, you could look, but definitely not intentionally touch. Also, no eye contact or starting conversations with strangers. Especially not with people reading and thereby sending a message of "Do not disturb". But being this close to an appealing woman wasn't bad. It sure beat standing next to some sweaty, fat guy. He decided to enjoy being stimulated by her proximity for the rest of the trip. His mind started to weave an erotic fantasy with this pleasing stranger as the centerpiece. It was fueled by his peripheral vision fixating on various portions of her anatomy. At some point, he named her Carlotta.

At the next stop, a few more commuters squeezed on. The object of his attention turned slightly and placed her back to him. Her position separated him from the other riders. He lost sight of her breasts, but her body was even closer as everyone's space continued to shrink. When the doors closed and the train moved forward, Carlotta rocked back. Her hair brushed his cheek and her ass rubbed his hip. He imagined that it lingered for a moment and then she adjusted to the motion and straightened. The close quarters weren't enough to permit Geoff to hold the newspaper any more. He knelt to store it in his briefcase being careful not to touch his neighbor. He could do without getting her angry and being accused of groping.

He slipped the paper into the side pocket of the briefcase and started to stand up. Just then, she shifted her weight and Geoff was more confined in the corner. As he continued the standing motion, his arm and the back of his hand rubbed noticeably along the outside of her thigh and hip. The friction caused her skirt to rise.

Geoff blushed and froze. He waited for her to turn and give him an angry rebuff, a slap or worse. His mouth began to form the words for a sincere apology.

As the seconds passed, nothing happened. She continued to read her book with no reaction. He thought he detected a bemused smile on her lips.

Taking a breath and trying to relax, he was thankful she was so engrossed in the book. Or maybe she had a high tolerance for the crowded conditions. In any case, he wasn't taking any chances. Geoff tried to maximize the distance between them. It only made a few centimeters difference, but he was happy for them. He didn't want to tempt fate with further physical contact.

The train slowed and Geoff braced himself. They weren't coming to a station, but rather stopped in the tunnel. The lights flicked off and disappointed mumbles came from the lips of a few passengers. After a few seconds, the driver came on the intercom and explained the train would be holding at this location for a few minutes due to a problem on the tracks ahead. He asked for patience and turned on the emergency lights.

The lights were few and they were primarily located in the center of the car. They were dim, but enough to lessen the claustrophobia among the nervous. Geoff's location was in semi-darkness with a slight red tint from the emergency exit light above his head.

Carlotta rose up on her toes and looked toward the center of the car to survey the situation. The motion lifted her ass and accented the curves of her legs. Geoff fought the strong temptation to reach out with both hands and cup the firm globes. As she stayed on her toes and craned her neck, Geoff inhaled her perfume. It was sweet and soft, with a hint of flowers. He became aroused.

As she lowered herself, Carlotta wobbled a little as if off balance. She twisted and reached out to steady herself. As she did, her knuckles brushed across the front of his trousers. The touch was electric and Geoff inhaled. She got her balance.

Now, he expected it was her turn to blush and apologize.

Interestingly, she did neither. She made no eye contact and her face maintained the disengaged look common to many riders. Geoff reasoned that despite its location, the touch was in that gray zone of ambiguity. It was certainly inadvertent, and therefore could be acceptably ignored; or just as acceptably apologized for. He preferred it this way. A stammered apology and subsequent nervous conversation would be awkward. Instead, this allowed him to continue his sexual fantasy.

In his daydream, he imagined that Carlotta was coming on to him. She was turning into quite the saucy wench. He was becoming more stimulated.

The train moved forward for a series of short distances. Each time when they stopped, the lights would go out for a few seconds, and then the low emergency lights would return. With each jerk forward, Carlotta's right breast rubbed against his upper arm. Geoff was shaken from his fantasy imaginings. Real life was becoming more erotic than his dreams. He could almost sense that the nipple was getting firmer with each pass. It happened three times in succession and Carlotta made no apparent effort to prevent it. He looked at her for a reaction and was confused when there was none. Her head was turned toward the center of the car and she appeared completely nonchalant.

After the train stopped for the fourth time and the weak lights came on, she looked around, then finally turned to him. She didn't look at his face, but moved her lips toward his ear. Geoff aligned his head to better hear the anticipated apology. Instead, Carlotta planted a kiss and inserted her wet tongue into his ear.

Geoff's body shivered and he was instantly erect. This was neither inadvertent nor ambiguous. His racing mind didn't know what to do. He swung his face to hers and finally connected with her eyes. They were alert and amused

Before he could compose himself and think of what to say or do, Carlotta turned her head away. She moved her right hand to his chest and the finger tips rested lightly on his breast bone. He glanced down and watched as the fingers applied minimal pressure and began to massage in a tiny circular motion.

His eyes were transfixed on her hands. The nails were expertly tapered and painted with a pale pink, yet shiny, polish. A gold ring with an intricate design adorned a finger. Despite the public setting, Geoff's senses responded as though they were alone in a bedroom enjoying foreplay.

He looked at her again. He was tense, but amazingly, her body conveyed the same relaxed pose. Scanning over her shoulder, no one appeared to be looking in their direction or paying them any attention. Except for their corner, everything was normal. Typical commuter disengagement and mild annoyance at the delay.

Carlotta had positioned her body so it blocked the view of the ministrations of her hand. She was soon covering more territory on his chest and increasing the pressure. Geoff was enjoying it immensely, but felt compelled to do something in return. However, he didn't want to make an inappropriate move and break the spell.

He hesitated. Closed his eyes, and then moved his right hand up to rest on her stomach, just at the top of her skirt.

Carlotta reacted in what seemed like alarm for the first time. She drew her stomach in quickly. Her right hand froze on his chest and she spun her face toward his. Her left hand moved swiftly to her waist and covered his. In the shadows, he couldn't read her expression. He thought she might push his hand away. Rather, she held up a finger signaling him to wait.

She looked to her left and turned her body toward him a little more. Her hands quickly opened two buttons on her blouse. Her right hand took his wrist and moved Geoff's right hand inside.

His heartbeat accelerated. His armpits began to perspire. His penis throbbed. Geoff rested his open palm on her bare stomach. Carlotta almost closed her eyes, took a slow deep breath and rolled her head back. He moved his hand up and cupped her right breast through her bra. A shudder moved through her body. Her hand reached for him again and resumed the massage just above his belt. He replied with a gentle fondle of her breast.

The train made another short movement forward. They used the rocking motion to emphasize their strokes.

Geoff was torn between his increasing sexual appetite and his increasing fear of detection. He blessed the low lights, but knew the full lights could return at any second. He was aware that despite their best efforts at concealment their breathing was getting heavier and probably louder. Even in this corner, the other passengers were very close. Thankfully, the murmur of conversations about the delay and the background noise of rustling clothes appeared to cover their low level noise. It didn't matter. Geoff didn't want to be caught, but he couldn't stop.

When Geoff squeezed her nipple, Carlotta tensed and leaned into him.

A second later, she dropped her hand from his stomach and started to pull down his zipper.

Now it was Geoff's turn to react with alarm. If she continued, Carlotta would discover his secret and this whole escapade would end very badly. In the tight quarters, and with his back against the wall, he couldn't pull away. She was eager and swift. Her hand slid quickly inside his pants. They moved behind his shirt, touched his underwear and stopped abruptly.

It wasn't because they rested on his engorged penis. Her fingers had found unexpected material. Geoff squeezed his eyes shut and moved his head against the wall waiting for the worst. The fabric encasing his penis was tight and smooth and silky.

Geoff wore panties to work on a regular basis. He sometimes feared discovery, but never in this fashion. Carlotta had yet to fully grasp what she had found. Her hand stopped its pursuit of his erection. He could feel her weight shift and her head move closer to his. He opened his eyes and stared into hers. He couldn't read her emotion. Alarm? Repulsion? Surprise?

While maintaining eye contact, her hand explored. Her fingertips rubbed back and forth confirming the soft texture. Next, she sought in vain for an opening for his penis. Her hand moved up and found the tiny flower at the waistband. Her thumb rubbed it until she was certain what it was. Her eyes narrowed and her head nodded slightly.

Geoff was scared and had never felt so vulnerable. But despite his fear, the movement of her hand was stimulating him even further.

Carlotta left the flower and moved along the thin waistband until it reached the lace trim. It lingered there for just a second, then dropped to the leg opening and found the feminine scallop trim.

Her eyes indicated recognition. Then they showed she had reached a decision. Her head moved toward his ear. He clinched and waited for the searing comment. His muddled mind prayed he could escape without arrest or complete humiliation.

Her breath caressed Geoff's ear as she spoke the first words he had heard from her. "What color are you panties?" she said in a hoarse whisper.

Geoff was stunned. Without thinking, he answered, "Lavender. With a pastel lace."

An eternity passed. When she spoke again, Carlotta said, "Lavender is one of my favorites." She gave his penis a squeeze of approval and then kissed his ear.

His knees nearly buckled in relief. The cold stone in his stomach melted away. He was exhausted. He was exhilarated. Carlotta began to stroke his penis through his panties and his balls twitched in delight. Geoff's eyes rolled back in his head from arousal and appreciation. His emotions were frazzled. He felt a surge of affection toward this magnificent and caring creature. He would do anything to satisfy her. He caressed her nipple with renewed energy.

When he looked into her eyes, there was passion and excitement and mystery. She shifted her legs to spread them further apart. Her left hand took his arm out of her blouse and maneuvered it to the opening of her wrap-around skirt. Geoff grinned at what was next. He didn't need any further encouragement. A fleeting look confirmed they were still unobserved. He moved his hand between the folds and grabbed Carlotta's' pantyhose encased thigh.

He knew he was on the verge so gave it only a brief massage and slid toward her crotch. He moved right to her vagina and clitoris.

Geoff couldn't find either. Instead, his palm grabbed a fully engorge penis. Before this revelation could register, Carlotta kissed him hard and fingered the sensitive tip of his pulsing penis. His mind staggered and moved beyond rational thinking.

Geoff had never had sex with a man. However, his senses were telling him this wasn't a man. Yet, the evidence in his hand was undeniable. This thought was immediately pushed aside by the fact that he had just determined Carlotta's breasts were very real indeed. This entire line of thinking was washed away by the wave of passion cresting in his body. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he knew it was the most sexually stimulated he'd been in years. As he approached climax, Geoff stopped thinking, gave himself over to the passion and his movements became automatic.

His hand moved on Carlotta's penis as hers did on his. It detected a moist circle of precum. While their arms moved frenetically in mutual masturbation, they each fought to keep the rest of their bodies relatively still to avoid broadcasting telltale signs of feverish sex.

As the thinking parts of their minds shut down, detection slipped away as a conscious concern. Carlotta's facile hand did its job first. Geoff climaxed and shot spurt after spurt into his panties. While the sexual energy released in his body, his hand brought Carlotta over the top. Her butt clenched within her skirt and her sperm flowed.

Carlotta leaned her head toward his shoulder as they each enjoyed the warm feeling coursing through their nerves.

Under normal circumstances, they would have made a leisurely recovery. However, the public location returned them to sanity in record time. They exchanged amorous glances and then simultaneously withdrew their hands. Each looked around cautiously. They half expected to be the focus of attention and derision. Miraculously, none of their neighbors appeared aware of what had just transpired a few feet away.

The driver announced that the problem had been resolved and that they would be moving shortly. The lights came on and made re-dressing more urgent. Carlotta giggled softly and Geoff grinned from ear to ear.

When the train pulled into the station, they were fairly presentable and their breathing was returning to normal. Carlotta looked out the window to determine which station they were at and then turned to face him.

She looked intently into his eyes with a mix of uncertainty and hope and whispered, "Do you want to come to my place to clean up and have a drink?"

Geoff didn't know fully what had just happened. However, he did know that he had just burst through several previously impenetrable sexual and psychological walls. Geoff was in uncharted waters and confused. However, he had never felt so alive. He couldn't just walk away.

Geoff took her hand and said, "I would love to go to your place."

Her face lit up and she squeezed his fingers.

When the train stopped, Geoff followed her to the exit. As he walked by, a college age kid near the door flicked his head toward Carlotta and said with a touch of envy, "You lucky bastard."

Geoff was startled and stopped. He knew! He had seen them have sex. Puzzled, Geoff asked quietly, "How?"

His eyes indicated the window and he said, "The reflection."

Geoff couldn't help laughing; caught by my own trick. He leaned in to him and said, "You don't know the half of it."

  

  

  

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