The movement was almost unnoticable, unless you suspected someone of masturbating on a subway train.The movement was almost unnoticable, unless you suspected someone of masturbating on a subway train. Their eyes met. Janet ducked her head as if to see under his jacket. He looked around really nervously and then tented his jacket quickly. Janet liked what she saw. His cock was full, thick, and hard. She guestimated about six or seven inches, maybe more if she was lucky. His jacket dropped quickly. Janet slipped another finger into her slit and began to pump it in and out. Once he got the idea, he responded quickly to her offered gestures. Janet began to arrange herself as the train stopped for a station with usually large crowds. They both rose to get off the train, no where near their necessary stops. -- Janet led the way from the subway train and up the long concrete steps to the open air. Once outside, she looked around at the nearly deserted parking lot. The evening wind was already chill and she could feel her nipples react to the chill. He walked up behind her. He pressed himself into her, his cock making an undeniable impression on her firm ass. He let his hands roam the front of her outfit as he began to suckle the skin on her neck. She couldn't wait any longer to feel his prick inside her. She spotted an out-of-the-way side of the Subway entrance, a wall hidden by bushes and other walls. She led him quickly there. |