Blog : Thrill

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5/4/2022 11:50 pm

Thrill

We walked separately from one another, but I made sure she was always within eyesight. I had chosen her outfit today. She was dressed in a tight cream colored knit turtleneck sweater vest that went just past her butt, a black pencil skirt that ended mid thigh with short slits at the center of each thigh, a pair of sheer black thigh length stockings with lace trim and a garter belt that disappeared under her skirt, and simple black heels. Underneath all this, she wore only a small black thong. A small thong, and two remote controlled vibrators I’d put inside her just before we’d left our apartment.

The vibrators were designed for discreet play like what we were currently engaged in, so there was little worry about movement. They were controlled by a single app on the phone, which made it easier to use the toys since I could pretend to be doing something on the phone whenever I wanted to make an adjustment. Currently they were off, but it wouldn’t stay that way much longer.

We had taken a cab downtown to get within walking distance of the central terminal for all the commuter trains that ran through our city. As we got closer to our destination the crowds around her and myself grew larger, and soon I could see people accidentally bumping into her. I started my fun.

I opened the remote control app on my phone and first turned on the vaginal toy on low. I was at the upper limit of the range of the toys and wasn’t sure it would transmit properly, but was immediately rewarded by the sight of her jumping at the unexpected vibrations. I chuckled as she turned her head around looking for me. We made eye contact, and she relaxed a bit.

We still had another five minutes or so of walking to reach the station. I kept pace with her so I could stay within the toys range as I made the vibrations fluctuate between low and medium, just enough to tease. Her expressions told me she was enjoying the stimulation from being accidentally touched by strangers as the vibe thrummed against her insides. She glanced back at me, her eyes shone brightly from her lust and I saw her bite her lip in desire. I grinned broadly at this and sent one short burst of very high vibrations. Her eyes went wide and a hand went to her mouth, presumably to stifle a moan.

We were only a minute away from our destination now, and the teasing had intensified. Now, as we approached the final intersection in our path, the station was right across the street. I drew closer to her, so I could get a better look at her current state. I was not disappointed with what I saw. I could see the faint outline of her arousal poking through the knit turtleneck, and her squirming in place indicated clearly she was feeling something.

She looked up and noticed I was closer now. She started to move to be next to me, her intent to cling to me for comfort, but I held up a finger to stop her. She bit her lip and looked down dejected. It was agreed we would not know each other for this escapade. She broke a rule. I turned on the anal vibrator to medium from the start. Her head snapped up and she faltered in place.

She covered her mouth again and bent at the waist a bit. She forced a cough to hide the fact she was having a small orgasm, but I knew. I smirked and turned the intensity of both vibrators down to low as she rode through the waves of ecstasy. After she’d settled down and resumed her trek to the station, I followed behind her again. This time more closely for better vision. Now the real fun would start.

* * * * * *

The process of getting through the station required us to stop our play for a moment and resume after passing security and obtaining a ticket on the longest commuter line we could find. I stayed close during the trip to our train. The vibrators were kept off, since the train would be leaving soon and we had to hurry. Once aboard, the play started anew.

I had managed to find a seat quickly and she positioned herself directly in front of me. This was discussed to be the safest way, since I could intervene if things became dangerous. She faced me, so that her back was to the crowd. At this point, eye contact was forbidden, it would be too obvious if we kept staring at each other.

I started both toys on low as the train announced it would be leaving the station within a few minutes. I checked her condition and saw her fidgeting with the bottom hem of her skirt and almost imperceptibly nibbling on the corner of her lip. As the time until departure shortened, more people joined us in the train. Soon there were men and women alike packed into the car. There was enough room to stand without touching one another constantly, but if the train jostled or shook it was very likely you would rub shoulders with the person next to you. All seats were taken as well.

The train departed the station. We would now be on our journey for around 30 minutes. 30 minutes of fun. I turned up the vibrator in her pussy first, a gradual slide into medium. He breath caught and she gripped the overhand rail a bit tighter. If I listened closely, my head being so near her lower half, I could hear the soft hum of the toys. I smiled wickedly.

I switched from the remote app to my<b> messenger </font></b>and shot a quick message to her. She reached into her bag to read what I’d sent.

“I can hear them”

I could see her eyes widen slightly and she squirmed in place at the idea of being found out. She held her phone and pretended to be doing something on it to try and blend in more. I turned up the vibrator in her ass now to medium. She did her best to act unaffected, but her legs were unstable now.

The train jostled on the track a bit, causing her to sway and bump into a gentleman behind her. The unexpected contact made her buckle slightly, but her grip on the overhand bar kept her from falling down. The man in question didn’t seem to notice anything. We had been on our journey for about 10 minutes. She was breathing heavily, and having a hard time pretending nothing was happening. I turned the vibrators up to high simultaneously. I heard her gasp and cover her mouth. She was close, her panting intensified and I could see the knuckles of her hand gripping the overhand bar for support turn white. I could see it, feel her about to reach orgasm. Before she crossed that threshold, I backed the settings down, turning both toys off completely.

She groaned and slumped in place slightly. Still panting, wanting more. Not received the release she needed. She squirmed uncomfortably. The train jostled again and this time a few people were knocked into one another and in turn into her. The contact remained for a few moments, and I could see her pushing her rear back into the crowd wantonly. She was on fire, a cat in heat looking for any relief.

As the group of people settled themselves back into their previous positions, the man she had first bumped into, and was now actively pressing her ass against, hesitated. I could tell he was suspicious. I didn’t intervene yet, I wanted to see how this would play. If he made any move to become an active participant, the play would stop. But as of now, he was just a willing bystander, which was acceptable per the agreement per my partner and myself.

She continued rubbing against the man slowly, seeking her release, and he did not move. Instead he turned slightly, so his crotch was now in direct contact with her ass. I looked into his eyes, he looked into mine. There was understanding. He knew what was going on. I kept a wary eye still, but I was confident I wouldn’t need to step in. The man looked away and pretended like nothing was happening. Instead, he grabbed the overhand bar tightly, and let himself slump just enough for my partner to get a better motion on him.

She was beginning to go wild, so I texted her. “You need to calm down. Now.” She was lost in herself, I snapped my fingers and her eyes opened. This was a situation that the rules could be broken for. I pointed at my phone, then her. She understood and checked her messages. While she checked she still didn’t stop her sensual motions against the man behind her. I looked around, nobody else had noticed yet, surprisingly, but I knew it was only a matter of time.

For his part, the man she was using was showing incredible restraint, and was also masking himself well. His eyes were closed, and his lips slightly pursed, but aside from that there was no real indicator he was getting his cock worked by a stranger’s ass, acting like a pole for her to take her lust out on. He was clearly rock hard, but made no motion to reciprocate her grinding.

After she finished checking her phone, she calmed down a bit and the obvious grinding turned into more of a slow, sensual rocking. The man’s penis was tenting his slacks well enough that she had him lodged between her thighs. She continued her slow pace, and I turned the vibrators back on. She was biting her lips, and she put her phone away, freeing that hand. As it became free, she placed it across her chest, just below her breasts. I could see her pushing them up and letting them back down slightly, as her grinding intensified again.

We were five minutes away. I kept the vibrators at medium, the man was having difficulty maintaining composure, but kept it together. She was close once more. The man seemed like he also might lose it any moment. I drove the vibrations to the max now, she gasped again and pushed harder against the stranger’s cock. The man’s expression changed, and I knew he was cumming in his slacks for her. I could see a wicked grin cross her face as she realized it too.

She did small motions against him as he came. The man coughed and tried his best to maintain, but he couldn’t stop a couple small twitches and jerks against the ass that was milking the cum out of him. Once he was spent, used his jacket to cover his front, and moved away silently. I turned off the vibrators.

My partner had cum too, I could tell. She was all smiles, clearly basking. I wanted to punish her, but after what had transpired without getting caught, I believed it was earned. The train arrived at our destination, and we left the car. As we left, I noticed a small wet spot on the back of her skirt. That wouldn’t do.

* * * * * *

Once we were out of the station platform I instructed my partner to remove her skirt in the bathroom and keep it in her bag. She was hesitant, but I explained the stain, and assured her that the length of her sweater was sufficient. We both knew the last part was a lie, but I could see the thrilled look she had when I’d mentioned removing her skirt. I comforted her. I assured her. She wanted this, we both knew it. So she relented. After a few minutes she came out of the bathroom.

The sweater itself did technically cover past her ass, however as she walked it would ride up, and she would have to adjust it every few steps to prevent anyone from getting a good look at her thong. I was hanging back slightly to watch the show. The flushed look on her face as the thrill of others catching glimpses of her most secret parts enveloped her was fantastic. She was loving every second of this.

I turned the vibrators on again, and her walking slowed. She was feeling them even harder now because of what had happened on the train, and how she was currently dressed. I hadn’t even turned them to medium, but was getting a similar reaction to low. So far, until this point, nobody had really been paying her any mind. Out of the corner of my eye though, I noticed a young woman. She was keenly observant of my partner, and tracked her closely. I knew we would have to pick up the pace.

I walked next to my partner, and gently grasped her hand. She looked at me, she knew what I meant. We began to walk at a brisk pace to the exit of the station. The pace only served to make it more difficult for her to hide herself from the surrounding crowds. Many noticed her predicament. I turned up the vibrators to maximize her enjoyment, and kept her moving at the pace we needed to exit before getting truly caught.

I looked over at her, and ecstasy was apparent in her face. She was flushed throughout and smiling stupidly. I smiled at how she was enjoying the thrill of all this. As we reached the exit we got into the line for waiting rideshares. I turned the vibrators off once more and she adjusted her clothing. We got to the front and entered a spacious van, with a middle aged gentleman in the driver’s seat. I had her sit in the middle, for the last part of our play.

* * * * * *

We gave the taxi our address, which was easily 30 minutes away, and he seemed a bit annoyed, until I gave him his tip in advance. I had my partner sit in the center of the back bench seat of the van, so that she was visible in the gentlemans rear view mirror as much as she could be. Now would be the last part of our play.

I scooted close to her and let my hands glide up the sides of her legs, until my thumbs hooked into the elastic of her thong. Without any ado I pulled them down and off of her, and stuffed them into her mouth. She moaned and the driver looked into his mirror. I could see his expression change when he realized what was going on. He was about to say something, and I could see him start turning the wheel to pull over, but I thrust a larger tip in his direction. He clammed up, and resumed driving while looking forward. He did slightly adjust his mirror for a better view at the last second.

I resumed my attack on her. I lifted her vest and bunched it up above her breasts on her collarbone. I took out a chain with two weighted nipple clamps from my pocket. The clamps had already been adjusted prior to our outing so they would not damage her nipples. With haste, I fastened the clamps on her, and she let out a hiss and moan at the same time as the pain and pleasure mixed. I could feel my arousal growing.

She was mostly naked now, with the exception of her heels, stockings, and the bundled sweater vest. I could see the toys inside her peeking out, and I gently removed them. She let out airy breaths and sighs as I took them all the way out. Once removed, I placed them into her bag, and her bag on the floor.

I moved to be on top of her and began rubbing her clitors in small, gentle circles while kissing her deeply. With my other hand I tugged on the chain that connected the two nipple clamps occasionally, but only while the vehicle was stopped to avoid injury. I unfastened my pants and let me manhood free, lining it up with her sex.

I broke our kiss and looked into her eyes. She was hungry, sexy, a slut in all her glory. She was rotating her hips in time with my hands movements against her clitoris, and when I removed my hand to have both on either side of her for support, she hooked her legs over my arms so that her ankles were spread as far apart as they could be. I drew my cock closer and the tip tapped against her entrance.
Before I plunged myself into her, she raised her hips to me. She used her hands to grasp my hips and pulled me down into her as she raised up and I was buried. She mashed her mouth into me and started frantically grinding against me. The driver, without turning around, called out to us.

“5 minute warning.”

We didn’t have as much time as I’d thought. I started an even and deep thrusting that I quickly increased the tempo of. She wrapped her legs around me. We were fucking wildly and passionately while this old man drove us home. I could hardly stand the sensations I felt and the nature of the act we were committing was bringing me to new heights. I could tell it was the same for her. I grabbed onto her ass for leverage and tried to go as deep as I could. I wanted to fall into her and stay there. I wanted to be a part of her. I felt myself approaching the end and shoved myself as far into her as I could. She knew what was about to happen, and pulled me in tighter with her legs.

I spasmed and shook atop her as I emptied my entire life into her. And she shook in ecstasy as she received it all. Our kiss had stopped as we orgasmed together, and now there was just heavy panting into each other, stealing each other’s breaths. We came down after a moment, and I realized the vehicle had stopped. For how long, I was unsure. The older man was gone.

I dressed myself quickly and took a step out of the van. My partner took the thong that she’d long spat out on the seat next to her and quickly put them on out of courtesy for the driver’s van. As I stepped out of the van I looked over and the driver was leaning against his door, having a smoke. I bummed one from him and lit up, as my partner slid up to me and snuggled her head into my shoulder. We shared the smoke lazily in silence with the old man.

After a few moments, the old man spoke.

“I record everything that happens in my car, for my safety. But, I’d feel wrong keeping this one,” the old man handed me an SD card, “You’re lucky I have a spare card. I’d have charged extra if I didn’t. My late wife and I were a lot like you two back in the day. I get it, but don’t do it in my van next time please.” The good natured man chuckled and turned around. He opened his door and squashed his cigarette with his boot before getting in his van and driving off.

I stood there holding my partner for a minute, and then the two of us, officially exhausted and drained on every level, walked back into our home satisfied. Locking the door behind us.


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